Fang Wenqi finally woke up, He Xiangdong also told him about this matter, and as He Xiangdong expected, Fang Wenqi agreed very decisively. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

also said that he knew that there was such a medicine, he took it a few years ago, and vigorously said a cross talk, saying that he died on the stage, which was definitely a beautiful talk and a grand event in the art world.

In fact, this drug is similar to the stimulant of athletes, which is a medical drug that temporarily squeezes the body's potential, but the side effects are also more obvious.

If it is used by a normal person, then it can be recovered after a few days of rest. But Fang Wenqi's situation is hanging. But it can also be used as a treatment option, as long as the patient and family agree.

The hospital also began to prescribe some prescription drugs for Fang Wenqi and do some conservative treatment, so that Fang Wenqi's physical condition was better and he could last for a while longer.

But the price of this is that Fang Wenqi is very guilty, and the side effects of the drug are very great, and Fang Wenqi's body will feel very uncomfortable.

This is the first of the two plans given by the doctor at the beginning, using medicine to hang Fang Wenqi's life, so that he can last one or two more months, and now it is also laying the foundation for follow-up medication.

When He Xiangdong saw the old man suffering, his heart felt like a knife, and sometimes he really wanted to go in and stop the doctor.

But Fang Wenqi always persuaded him, saying that he was willing to do this, all for the sake of being able to go on stage, he was very happy, and said that the side effects of this drug were not uncomfortable at all.

He Xiangdong always nodded, he always put on a smiling face in front of Fang Wenqi, he was unwilling to bring bad emotions to his master. But when he was carrying people, he cried uncontrollably.

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

For several years after being rescued by Fang Wenqi, he didn't dare to sleep alone, and was often woken up in his dreams, and those terrible faces always walked into his dreams with hideous faces.

It was also Fang Wenqi who comforted him and hugged him all the time, so that He Xiangdong gradually walked out of that terrible dream.

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

But today this old man has become like this, He Xiangdong's sadness is indescribable, and the bits and pieces of his life with the master are replayed in front of him.

Joy, anger, sorrow, laughter and scolding, I still feel so warm and precious. Learning art is a very hard thing, and artists will inevitably be beaten when they learn art.

He Xiangdong was beaten a lot when he was a child, but after each beating, Fang Wenqi always opened his pants to look at the scars on his buttocks, and then slapped him again, hating that iron could not make him study hard next time.

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

Alas......

After so many years, he has already started a family, and his master's life is coming to an end.

The son wants to raise but does not wait, this is really a great sadness in the world.

He Xiangdong also resents God, even if he gives his master a year or two more, it would be fine, now Xiangwen Society is thriving, the situation is very good, and the cross talk market is gradually recovering.

My master would definitely be very happy to see this, but ......

Alas, I have plenty on hand now, and I can let Master enjoy it, but ......

Alas......

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Xu is final farewell performance stimulated Fang Wenqi, and Fang Wenqi's spirit actually recovered a lot. Now I can eat a little liquid, and my spirit is much better.

By the time the year had passed, Fang Wenqi had been able to get out of bed and be carried up two steps, and the doctors were amazed, saying that Fang Wenqi's drug response was very good.

But in fact, He Xiangdong and the others all knew that Fang Wenqi's heart was hanging again, and he was hanging with that breath, so his spirit recovered again, and his body was much better.

But they all know that this is just the surface, because Fang Wenqi's body has reached the limit, which is no longer controllable by his mental state, and he can only hold on for a few more days with this breath.

When the time comes, it is still necessary to end it.

The New Year is spent in Zhang's house, He Xiangdong is basically in Zhang's house every New Year, and this year is the same, Fang Wenqi's health was better during the New Year, so he also took him home and had a lively New Year.

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

He Xiangdong also got him new teeth, and came to the stage to say that it was not possible to leak the wind in the cross talk. Fang Wenqi's health is a little better, and he has picked up all the basic skills, in fact, he has never put it down in all these years.

But I didn't practice much, after all, my body is still very weak, but I can't hurt it, and now I still have to rest more.

Fang Wenqi also showed great enthusiasm for this performance, and he also took the initiative to start saving up the book, deleting and modifying it, and he was very busy.

He Xiangdong came in, peeled a banana for Master, and said, "Master, do you have such thoughts about the performance?"

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

He Xiangdong said: "If you want a big scene, let's make a commercial performance, which happens to be our New Year's performance to the Literary Society, and the big guys are having fun." If it's a small scene, let's play it in a small theater. ”

Fang Wenqi only took a bite of the banana, and he couldn't eat it, his physical function had reached the limit, and he couldn't eat anything at all, he said slowly: "There is also a commercial performance, I'm not a corner, I can't sell tickets under my name, right?"

He Xiangdong smiled: "How can you, you are a big name, an old artist of the people." ”

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

He Xiangdong asked again: "What about the ticket price? Your farewell performance, should we make it completely free, and we should give back to the audience." ”

Fang Wenqi shook his head: "This can't be done, cross talk is just a game to listen to, I sell my show to the audience, and the audience gives money, this is a matter of course." Now, the slump in cross talk has something to do with not selling money, and cross talk that can't be sold for money is definitely not good cross talk. So, the ticket price is the same as you usually do, as much as you want. plus our Wenqi's outlaw performance, plus twenty-one. ”

Fang Wenqi also had a cold humor.

He Xiangdong naturally agreed, but what he didn't know was that his promise would cause such a terrible uproar.