"Director, the patient suddenly woke up two minutes ago!”
"We immediately went to inform you after we found out!”
The nurse who led the way explained while panting.
The other nurse who had stayed in the ward added,
"Just now, the patient spoke!”
"Moreover, it seems that his consciousness is relatively clear.”
As soon as he said that.
The bald, middle-aged chief physician was shocked.
It was already extremely rare for a patient with late-stage bone cancer to be conscious, yet he was still talking?
"Su Chen?"
The chief doctor looked over and called out in a gentle tone.
"Ang…"
Su Chen replied perfunctorily.
He didn't have the mood to nag at this doctor. He had to get down to business and write a song for Wang Xinling!
One had to know that he could only be awake for two hours a day!
When the time was up, he would fall into a coma again!
In these two hours, he had to complete his first songwriting task!
Su Chen looked at Wang Xinling.
He said firmly,
"I'll write you a song. Do you want it?”
As soon as he said that.
The entire ward fell into a deathly silence that lasted for a few minutes!
The bald chief physician's mouth was wide open.
He even shook his head, thinking that he had misheard!
If the steady and mature chief physicians were already like this, it was even more so for the young nurses.
At this moment, their mouths were all agape, and their expressions were shocking!
As a nurse, she had taken care of many patients.
There were also many terminally ill patients.
At the last moment of their lives, these patients were either depressed and desperate, or they had difficulty telling their family and friends their last words.
But…
This person was about to die, but he still wanted to write songs for others. It was really rare to see someone like this!
One had to know that it was rare for Su Chen to live for another second with his late-stage bone cancer.
In the final moments of his life, he was actually thinking about writing songs…
Separation Plains is great!
"Do you want it?"
Su Chen did not care about their reactions at all. Instead, he stared into Wang Xinling's eyes and asked word by word.
"I, I…"
Wang Xinling's mind was blank. She stammered and couldn't speak for a long time.
Su Chen sighed helplessly.
"Can you get me a pen and paper?"”
As soon as he finished speaking.
The young nurses looked at the chief doctor in unison.
The chief doctor had a complicated expression on his face. He hesitated for a moment before sighing.
Even though he could not understand Su Chen's behavior at all.
However, at this moment, the patient's wishes came first.
"Go get it for him."
Not long after.
With the help of two nurses, Su Chen barely sat up on the bed.
During the process, he couldn't help but gasp.
It really hurt!
Bone cancer was originally a malignant tumor under the periost.
After it spread throughout his body, his bones would change.
That kind of pain was truly bone-deep.
Su Chen's forehead was already covered in cold sweat when he sat up.
He endured the pain.
Su Chen took the pen and paper.
He slowly wrote and drew.
His writing was very difficult and slow.
As he wrote, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his lips were already a little pale from the biting.
Some of the young nurses in the ward covered their mouths and their eyes turned red.
At this moment.
No one even cared why Su Chen wrote songs or whether he had the ability to write songs.
What they saw was a person who was about to reach the end of his life, working hard to create.
Even if…
What he created was a pile of dog shit, so everyone present would respect him!
Wang Xinling watched in a daze.
Her pure and beautiful face was a little pale.
She bit her lip and watched Su Chen write on the paper with great effort.
Music score, lyrics.
Su Chen tried his best to write neatly, but his trembling hands were really unstable.
It caused the handwriting to be a little erratic, even a little like a ghost.
However, Su Chen still persevered.
Finally.
Half an hour passed.
Phew--
He let out a long sigh.
The transparent mask of the breathing machine was covered in a layer of mist.
"I'm done. Take a look."
Su Chen's voice was already weak.
The chief physician sighed with a complicated expression and looked at Wang Xinling.
"Take a look. No matter what, this is the finished product of his creation.”
That being said.
In fact, almost everyone present did not have much confidence in Su Chen's song.
A song that a dying person suddenly wanted to write, could it really be a good song?
It could only be said that Su Chen's persistence in composing was enough to move them.
As for the song itself, there was no need to talk about it.
Wang Xinling bit her lips and took it.
On the paper.
Although the handwriting was a little erratic, one could tell that it was originally very beautiful.
Wang Xinling's gaze landed on the paper.
The name of the song was written there.
Just two words,"Love You"!
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