"Director? Should we confiscate the mobile phones from those influencers in the detention room?" a Protector in charge of supervising the detention center asked as he approached Yun Long.
"No need. They enjoy live streaming, don't they? Just let them continue," Yun Long said, waving his hand dismissively. "Oh, and make sure to send soone to regularly clean the room they're in. We can't have the whole place becoming filthy and giving the public a reason to laugh at us."
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anwhile, after Yun Bing dropped them off at the comrcial street, Xia Liang and Liu Tongtong parted ways. Xia Liang resud performing his magic, while Liu Tongtong diligently held both his phone and her own to live stream the performance. A crowd of onlookers quickly gathered, clapping and cheering. The attention of online viewers was captured once again.
The popularity of both their live streams soared, once again reaching a peak of ten million viewers.
After the stimulating display of the Desire Manifestation Magic, the netizens were once more captivated by Xia Liang's magic, regarding it with a mix of fascination and awe. Even Liu Tongtong's gaze was filled with reverence when she looked at Xia Liang. After all, who wouldn't be afraid of magic that could turn people into such monsters?
As for the influencers' live streams, although their viewership remained high—the lowest having tens of thousands of viewers and the highest reaching a million—most people were there for the spectacle and to gloat. In their own words, watching these influencers suffer bit by bit was pri entertainnt. As ti went on, a week flew by in a flash.
Over the course of that week, the influencers were tornted by their own grotesque transformations, suffering as if they had been dragged through hell. Under the watchful eyes of countless netizens, their bodies slowly changed from human to monstrous, forcing them to endure endless agony until their wills were crushed and their minds shattered. Then, they began to slowly change back from monsters into humans, which was an entirely new form of torture. The transformation was gradual, and the pain was constant.
By the end of the week, the influencers had finally regained their human forms, but most of them had beco ntally unstable. The audience that had been camping out in their live streams also left after the last of the influencers completed their transformation back to normal. Similarly, after this ordeal, the influencers developed a phobia of smartphones, let alone live streaming. The re ntion of the words "live stream" or "Anchor" would fill them with terror.
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anwhile, as Xia Liang's notoriety spread, the crowds watching his performances beca orderly and polite. After all, seeing what happened to the influencers, no one dared to offend Xia Liang so easily anymore.
Online, once the influencers' bodies had fully recovered, the fervor surrounding the incident finally died down.
However, the public's attention was soon captured by an event occurring at Qingyun Central Hospital. It concerned an eight-year-old girl's fight with cancer.
The little girl's na was Lingling. She had been diagnosed with late-stage lung cancer at seven, and after undergoing surgery and six months of chemotherapy, her family had believed she was in remission. Unexpectedly, a month ago, her condition had suddenly deteriorated, and she was rushed to the intensive care unit at Qingyun Central Hospital. After a collective diagnosis by a team of specialists, it was determined that Lingling could not undergo a second surgery, and her family was told to prepare for the worst.
Ordinarily, a story like this would be a small, private tragedy, not sothing to attract nationwide attention. But when the eight-year-old Lingling learned of her prognosis, she decisively inford her attending physician and her family that she wished to donate all of her viable organs to those in need after her death.
For a young girl to make such a decision while facing a painful illness imdiately moved her doctor with sympathy and compassion. The doctor recorded the mont Lingling signed the donation agreent and casually posted the video online. It instantly went viral.
For the past few days, kind-hearted people from all over the country had been coming to visit Lingling, bringing her gifts and toys. Despite everything, she had been very happy. This also attracted a large number of reporters, who ca to interview her. Although Lingling was tired every day, her family and doctor saw how happy she was interacting with everyone, so they didn't have the heart to turn the journalists away.
On this particular day at noon, a large group of reporters was once again gathered in Lingling's hospital room. Bright sunlight spilled through the window, illuminating the gaunt little girl on the bed, a heart-wrenching sight.
"Big brother, thank you for the balloon. You've been performing as a clown for an hour; you must be tired. Please take a rest."
"Big sister, thank you for the grapes. You're so pretty. Lingling would be so happy to have a sister like you."
"Big brother, you should sit by the bed to film. You've been standing for over three hours. You must be exhausted."
The little girl remained as well-behaved and considerate as ever, showing concern for everyone in the room. Seeing her like this, however, only made everyone feel worse, knowing she didn't have much ti left.
Just then, the monitor beside her bed let out a shrill alarm. Everyone's expression changed in an instant. Lingling's face turned pale, and her breathing beca labored.
"Doctor! Doctor, quickly!" soone shouted, rushing out of the room.
Lingling's attending physician, Xue i, was on her rounds in the next room. Hearing the cry, she imdiately dashed over to Lingling's ward. All the journalists tactfully left the room, which suddenly felt vast with only Xue i and little Lingling inside. Soon, other dical staff rushed in with equipnt. The door to the ward closed, and the doctors began their ergency procedures.
Finally, after half an hour of tense resuscitation, the ward door opened. Lingling's condition had finally stabilized, but the look on Xue i's face was grim.
She walked out and faced Lingling's parents, who were just returning with food.
"You need to prepare yourselves. Lingling could pass away at any mont. We just checked her condition. Her organ functions are all extrely poor. The cancer has spread completely, even reaching her heart."
CRASH.
The mont she finished speaking, the als in Lingling's parents' hands clattered to the floor. A wave of grief washed over them. Although they had tried to prepare for this, the reality of the news was still unbearable. Xue i didn't try to comfort them, instead letting them release their emotions. Only when they had cald down sowhat did she speak.
"Try not to show excessive sadness in front of her. It isn't good for Lingling. Here's an idea: go in and ask if she has any wishes that haven't been fulfilled. If so, you should try to arrange it as soon as possible. There are so many reporters here right now. If there's sothing you can't do, perhaps they can help."
Lingling's father, Ling Er, and her mother, Zhu Manqing, hurriedly nodded.
Having agreed, Ling Er and Zhu Manqing composed themselves before the three of them entered the ward together.
Looking at their daughter on the bed, her face pale and utterly devoid of color, the couple's hearts twisted in pain. How could fate be so unjust? To afflict their seven-year-old daughter... She was still just a child whose life had barely begun!
"Daddy, Mommy, I missed you," Lingling said, still so obedient and sensible.
"Yes, yes, Mommy and Daddy went to buy so things, so we're a little late. We're sorry, Lingling," Zhu Manqing said, forcing a smile as she sat by the bed and took her daughter's hand. "Would you like sothing to eat?"
Lingling shook her head. "I'm not hungry, Mommy."
Ling Er leaned closer and said gently, "Lingling, if you have any wishes, you can tell Mommy and Daddy, and all these big brothers and sisters here. We'll all help you fulfill them together."
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