Fang Wenqi woke up after all, and He Xiangdong also told him about this matter. As He Xiangdong expected, Fang Wenqi agreed very decisively.

He also said that he had known that such medicine would have been available a few years ago, and he had a passionate crosstalk and said he could die on the stage. This was definitely a beautiful story and a grand event in the art world.

In fact, this medicine is similar to the stimulant of athletes. It is a medical medicine that briefly squeezes the body's potential, but the side effects are also obvious.

If it is a normal person, then you can recover after a few days of rest. But Fang Wenqi's situation is unstoppable. But this medicine can also be regarded as a treatment plan, as long as the patient and his family agree.

The hospital also began to prescribe some prescription drugs for Fang Wenqi and provide some conservative treatments to make Fang Wenqi's physical condition better and last longer.

But the price of this is that Fang Wenqi suffers a lot. The side effects of the medicine are very great, and Fang Wenqi's body will feel very uncomfortable.

This is the first of the two plans the doctor gave at the beginning, using medicine to hold Fang Wenqi's life so that he could last for an additional month or two. Now it is also laying the foundation for subsequent medication.

When He Xiangdong saw the old man suffering, he felt like he was cut by a knife. Sometimes he really wanted to go in and call the doctor.

But Fang Wenqi always advised him that he was willing to do so, and that everything was to be on stage. He was very happy and said that the side effects of this drug were not uncomfortable at all.

However, He Xiangdong always nodded. He always smiled in front of Fang Wenqi, and he was unwilling to bring bad emotions to his master. However, when he was carrying someone on his back, he cried in a disastrous manner.

He was an orphan, and Fang Wenqi rescued him from the den of human traffickers. In the first few years, the young He Xiangdong lived in fear and his heart was covered with a lot of darkness.

For several years after being rescued by Fang Wenqi, he did not dare to sleep alone. He was often scared to wake up in his dreams. Those terrible faces always walked into his dreams with hideous faces.

It was Fang Wenqi who kept comforting him and hugging him that allowed He Xiangdong to gradually get out of that terrible dream.

He Xiangdong still feels that the luckiest thing in his life is that in that gloomy sky, he held the old man's hand and bravely embarked on the unknown road.

But today the old man has become like this. He Xiangdong's sadness is hard to describe. Every bit of his life with his master is replaying in front of him.

Joy, anger, sorrow, joy, laughter, anger, scolding, and still feel so warm and valuable. Learning art is a very hard thing, and artists are bound to be beaten when learning art.

He Xiangdong was beaten a lot when he was a child, but every time after being beaten, Fang Wenqi always took off his pants, looked at the scars on his butt, and then slapped him in the face, so he was so angry that he could not learn hard next time.

In fact, He Xiangdong didn't mind his master beating him at all. He was even a little happy. Whenever he was at this time, he would always roll around in all kinds of trouble. Only then would he feel the feeling of a child being cleaned up by his father.

well……

After so many years, I have already started a family and started a career, and my master's life is coming to an end.

It is really a great sadness in the world that the son wants to support him but his parents are not here to stay.

He Xiangdong also resented God, even if he gave his master one or two years of life, the Xiangwen Society is booming, the situation is getting better, and the crosstalk market is gradually recovering.

My master will definitely be very happy to see these, but...

Alas, I am now more than enough, so I can let my master enjoy it, but...

well……

...

Perhaps the final farewell performance stimulated Fang Wenqi, and Fang Wenqi's spirit has recovered a lot. Now he can eat a little liquid food and his spirit has improved a lot.

By the New Year, Fang Wenqi could get out of bed and be helped by someone to take two steps. The doctor was amazed and said that Fang Wenqi's medication was very good.

But in fact, He Xiangdong and the others knew that Fang Wenqi was breathing again. With that breath, he recovered and his health improved a lot.

But they all knew that this was just the surface, because Fang Wenqi's body had reached its limit, and this was no longer something that could be controlled by the mental state. With this tone, he could only last a few more days.

Once the time comes, what should be ended will end.

The New Year is celebrated at the Zhang family, and He Xiangdong basically spends the New Year every year. This is the case this year. During the New Year, Fang Wenqi was in good health, so he took her home and had a lively New Year.

On the second day of the New Year, Fang Wenqi continued to go back to the hospital and lie down, and had to continue taking medicine. At this time, his condition was much better.

He Xiangdong also got new teeth for him, and he went on stage to say crosstalk and was full of leaks. Fang Wenqi's health improved a little, so he picked up all his basic skills. In fact, he had never let go of it in recent years.

But I didn’t practice much. After all, my body is still very weak and I can’t be hurt. I still need to rest more now.

Fang Wenqi also showed great enthusiasm for this performance. He also took the initiative to collect books, delete and modify them, and was very busy.

He Xiangdong came in, peeled the banana for his master, and said, "Master, do you have this idea about the performance?"

Fang Wenqi leaned on the bed, took the banana handed over by He Xiangdong, put it in his mouth and took it, and chewed it slowly: "You decide."

He Xiangdong said: "If you want a big scene, we will have a commercial performance, which is just the first year of our Xiangwen Club. Everyone is happy. For small scenes, we will perform in a small theater."

Fang Wenqi couldn't eat the banana after just taking a bite. His physical function had reached its limit and he couldn't eat anything at all. He slowly said, "There are commercial performances, I'm not a star, I can't sell my tickets with my name, right?"

He Xiangdong smiled and said, "How can you be? You are a big name and an old artist of the people."

"Go, don't bury me." Fang Wenqi waved.

He Xiangdong asked again: "What should we do if the ticket price is? Should we make your farewell performance free of charge? Just give back to the audience."

Fang Wenqi shook his head: "This is not true. Crosstalk is just a fun thing to spend money to listen to. I sell it to the audience, and it is natural for the audience to give it money. Now, crosstalk is in a downturn, and it has to do with not selling it. Crosstalk that cannot be sold for money is definitely not good crosstalk. So, the ticket price for the performance is the same as you usually do, so you should do as much as you should. In addition, our Fang Wenqi's desperate performance, add twenty-one more pictures."

Fang Wenqi also had a cold humor.
Chapter completed!