Why bother writing songs? Fast forward to the "Don't Laugh Challenge"

His illness plunged the already struggling family into utter despair.

His parents borrowed from every relative and friend they could to help him with his illness, and used every favor they could to help him.

It's fair to say that there's nothing left in the house now.

At the beginning, Wan Bin had considered ending it all. He thought that if he left, his family would be relieved and they would have one less heavy burden on their shoulders.

At that time, he also stood on the rooftop all night in the wind and almost climbed over the railing.

In the end, he still considered that if he left like this, it would actually be irresponsible to his family.

His parents loved him very much; otherwise, they wouldn't have chosen to empty their savings without hesitation, even when things were like this.

His parents had poured so much of their heart and soul into him, and he wasn't sure if they could withstand the blow if he just left like this.

He might feel a great sense of relief, and he hoped so, but clearly, that wouldn't happen.

Life is truly bewildering. It seems that fate always chooses the most vulnerable and breaks the most difficult parts of life, and misfortune always seems to target those who are destined for hardship.

Fortunately, if the period immediately following diagnosis was indeed difficult, things are much better now.

He found new spiritual nourishment.

That's Xia Shen's song.
He really likes Xia Shen's songs. Whenever he feels like he can't hold on any longer, he will habitually turn on his music player and use music to distract himself.

For example, right now, he took out his earphones again, intending to listen to some music.

Then I heard a noise from the bed next to mine.

"You're going to listen to music again? I don't know what you're listening to all day long."

It was a man's voice. Upon hearing this voice, Wan Bin paused in putting on his headphones, turned around, and gave a polite smile.

His hospital room had two beds, and there was someone else in the other bed besides him.

After all, Beijing Cancer Hospital is one of the best cancer hospitals in the country, and beds there are extremely difficult to find, so it's impossible for there to be any empty beds.

The patient next to him was not his age, but a middle-aged or elderly person who looked to be in his fifties or sixties.

After all, cancer is relatively an old person's disease, and the elderly are much more likely to get it than young people. Wan Bin is just a person with a tragic fate.

He didn't communicate much with this fellow patient, and Wan Bin was actually quite annoyed with him.

Because the other party always likes to point fingers at him in the manner of an elder or someone who has been through it all, and sometimes even scolds him.

Wan Bin felt very confused.

Do they know each other? They probably don't. They've never interacted before, and they're from all over the country. They just happened to be assigned to the same ward because of their illnesses.

As a result, you always lecture me like an elder no matter what I do. What do you mean by that?
They even made him call them Uncle Li.

Wan Bin really wanted to say that the other person had a really big face, and if all else failed, they could go find a mirror to look at themselves.

Of course, Wan Bin wouldn't say these things aloud; he would maintain a polite facade.

Now, this annoying fellow patient is talking to him again.

Wan Bin didn't give an excessive response, but just smiled perfunctorily, nodded, and then pretended to put on his headphones.

His posture had already made his attitude clear.

Anyone with normal emotional intelligence could understand what he meant and know that they didn't want to talk to him. Those who are sensible would simply back down at this point.

But it was clear that the man in the bed opposite him, Uncle Li, was not that kind of person.

Instead, he started rambling on and on after seeing Wan Bin's response.

“You young people these days really need to pay attention to your lifestyle habits. Look at you, you're always on your phone and wearing headphones. These things are harmful; they can make you deaf and they also emit radiation.”

It's not that Uncle Li is criticizing you, but you're so young to have this kind of disease. This is often caused by bad lifestyle habits. Haven't you heard many experts say that modern electronic products are ruining young people?

If you had been more careful before, would this have happened? No way! Look at me, Uncle Li, I got this disease when I was over fifty years old, and you got this kind of thing when you were only in your early twenties.

Tsk tsk tsk, in the end, it's your family who suffers, your parents. They empty their pockets to pay for your medical treatment. Seriously, don't wear those headphones anymore, don't listen to them anymore.

Then came another long, rambling monologue.

Upon hearing this, Wan Bin felt that intense sense of disgust wash over him once again.

But today he didn't want to pay any attention to this so-called Uncle Li.

He was also eager to listen to Xia Shen's new song, having heard that it was released and was particularly meaningful.

He's been busy with treatment these past few days and hasn't had time to listen to anything.

Perhaps it was Wan Bin's perfunctory attitude that made Uncle Li feel embarrassed and somewhat ashamed, and it was quite obvious that he was unhappy.

However, Wan Bin had already put on his headphones and was immersed in his own world of music, so he didn't pay any attention to his fellow patient.

This patient usually doesn't have any family members visiting him, and his children have never come to visit him either.

Therefore, he almost always relied on Wan Bin to relieve his boredom every day.

Therefore, Wan Bin's current attitude and posture made Uncle Li feel a bit embarrassed, as he felt that his face as an elder had been rejected.

"Young people these days are so rude, they have no manners at all," Uncle Li shook his head.

Wan Bin turned on his music player, and listening to the melody felt like a solace to his heart, which was aching so badly he couldn't breathe.

They found some comfort and solace.

Xia Shen's new song, well...

It's no longer possible to judge it simply by whether you like it or not.

It was a very special kind of emotion.

This is a feeling I personally experienced as a fan; it truly felt like being respected.

This is actually a song written for fans?
Moreover, he also saw the news online.

Xia Shen actually established a foundation and a fan association.

Any fan who needs help or encounters difficulties can contact the fan association for assistance.

At this moment, Wan Bin's heart stirred, as if a long-frozen, cold rock, frozen for millennia, had finally been greeted by a ray of long-awaited sunlight, finding a touch of warmth and comfort.

If he were to translate this feeling into his own vague senses, he might translate it into two words: hope!
Perhaps he really should give it a try and seek help? (End of Chapter)