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Chapter 179 176. Screening (please subscribe!)
Unlike Xu Luyao, Lu Zhi hasn't read the whole script until today.

Especially after watching a small part of the clip in advance on the set the day before yesterday, he became more determined in his mind.

He has enough patience to wait.

Waiting for a good show.

This is the end of the first short shot that gives people a faint sense of depression.

Everything in the camera, to a hospital.

Lu Zhi saw Yu Cang.

In the crowded corridors with people coming and going, he was the only silent existence.

It catches everyone's attention in an effortless way.

A long black shirt without any pattern, even the collar is half turned up.

A scruffy and ordinary young man.

He was half leaning on the crutch in his hand, his eyeballs motionless.

There was a heavy twilight energy all over his body.

"Meng Tongtong's family!"

He raised his head subconsciously at first, but his eyes were half a beat behind before they focused.

It was like waking up from a dream.

With his lips pursed into a thin line, he got up on crutches and walked towards the department.

Although limping, but the stride is very big.

open the door.

Inside was a man in a white coat with a beard under his chin, with obvious fatigue on his face.

"Doctor Zhang."

"Well, sit down."

Yu Cang sat down as he said, with a slightly reserved expression at first, but it was soon replaced by another emotion.

His face and lips moved, as if he couldn't wait to say something, but his throat was blocked and he couldn't speak.

Just like that sentence, just saying it is a kind of cruelty.

But after a while, he finally spoke.

"Didn't you say that there is no danger?"

"The situation is different now. She has severe brain failure and her kidneys and liver are infected. She needs to be operated on immediately."

"Can surgery save me?"

"Yes, but as soon as possible, she can last for a week at most."

"How much is it?"

"12, score two craniotomies."

The moment he heard the first three words, Yu Cang fell back and let out a silent breath.

Neither he nor the audience in the studio had the heart to listen to the latter technical terms.

He leaned forward, his eyes were bloodshot, as if tears would overflow at any moment,
"I don't even have money for the funeral!"

The doctor was silent.

a car accident.

Dead wives, dying children, expensive and urgent surgery bills.

The director placed this unsolvable deadlock in front of this man with bloodshot eyes.

It is also placed in front of all audiences.

Car accident, surgery, surgery fee.

This line of logic is so common that everyone thinks it might happen to them.

The expression on Yu Cang's face gradually changed from ferocious to calm.

"Sorry. Thank you, Doctor Zhang."

He got up and limped out the door.

It's just that this time the pace is much slower.

It was as if a mountain was weighing heavily on this man's shoulders.

The door is closed and the shot ends.

Lu Zhi let out a breath.

He even forgot to analyze Song Lesheng's shooting skills just now.

Just remember the desperation, collapse and perseverance of this man on the screen in just two shots.

The camera came to the ward.

Yu Cang leaned on a cane and stood beside the bed.

He silently looked at the motionless girl on the hospital bed.

The medicine in the infusion bottle fell drop by drop.

It seemed to be beating and questioning the heart of this man.

He slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to touch his daughter on the bed, but stopped at the last moment.

It seems to be afraid of breaking if touched.

He withdrew his hand and closed his eyes.

After a wordless silence, he walked out step by step.

He has made a decision.

The camera followed behind him, shaking slightly.

In the old mortuary, there was only an old man with a gray beard in a white coat.

The old man finished his work and looked at him, "When are you leaving?"

"almost."

"Don't delay, it's been a week."

Yu Cang was silent for a while, then his lips moved slightly,
"Is there anything else about what you told me last week?"

"What?"

The old man froze for a moment, then said, "Yes, you want to sell?"

He looked at Yu Cang in surprise, as if he was wondering what made the attitude of the man in front of him change so quickly
Yu Cang turned his head, as if avoiding that word, and just asked, "Can you give one hundred thousand?"

"can."

"Help me get in touch."

"Have you made up your mind?"

"Think about it."

"Row."

Dilapidated and crowded house.

Yu Cang sat on the bed, with many photos scattered beside him.

He turned them one by one.

Movement is steady and numb.

It's like his face that has lost expression at the moment.

It was a long time before he finally found a single photo of a woman.

Exhaling, he quickly stuffed the photo into his bag.

It seems that a long delay is over.

He buried his face in his palms.

Moonlight fell on the man through the dirty window.

Bitter cold.

The next day, in a mountain village.

Yu Cang stood in front of a house with the small bag from last night on his shoulders.

Through the wall, he looked at the white cloth hanging in the courtyard, and knocked on the door forcefully.

The one who opened the door for him was an old man in his sixties with dimples on his face.

"Is Chen Yongfa at home? Old Liu from the city hospital asked me to come here."

Old Han paused, stepped aside, and let him in.

Shabby house.

Filled with all kinds of funeral supplies.

There was also a numb and sad woman sitting on the kang, who was the old man's wife.

Yu Cang glanced at the conspicuous black and white photo in the room.

Also the mother of a young man.

He withdrew his gaze, looked at the ground in silence for a while, and then said,

"There is no serious injury on the body, mainly the neck, the neck is cut open, and there is a hole"

"Look at it and think it's okay to settle the matter today. I'm in a hurry to use the money."

Regardless of whether the old man asked or not, he read these words without emotion.

It's like reciting lines, like selling a product that you don't care about.

Only it didn't look like he was talking about his wife's dead body.

He was deliberately suppressing every tremor in his words.

But every time he trembled slightly, it was like a sharp needle piercing the skin of all the audience.

The old man looked at the photo in his hand, and asked after a while, "Are you her man?"

Yu Cang pursed his lips tightly.

After a long pause, he said "hmm".

A longer silence followed.

The man whose eyes were out of focus, the old man who was staring at the photo, and the sad woman sitting on the kang behind him.

Everyone is full of things.

The oppressive atmosphere in the room made it hard to breathe.

Lu Zhi, who was sitting in the seat, twisted his body uncomfortably.

According to the plot, the crisis facing the man is already understood.

But it was like a big stone was pressed in his heart.

Everything is understood, and it seems that everything is not understood.

　repayment plus change

　　
　
(End of this chapter)