I am not mentally ill, I am the actor with a thousand faces

Chapter 437 Medicine God
Right now
Li Yun received a notice——

The hospital won't let me go.
Originally, when the filming of this movie started, the first thing that should have been done was to observe the patients.

Let the actors present go to the hematology department to imitate patients.

To record their dying feelings and use them as nourishment for their acting.
This is probably what Li Yun wanted to do, but when Li Yun contacted the hospital, he was told that such a thing was not allowed and it was an insult to life and to patients.

Any doctor with medical ethics would not allow this to happen.
Li Yun was also stunned for a while
If you think about it carefully, it is indeed not very good. As a dying patient, you have to let others watch your despair and use it as nourishment for the "entertainment industry".

This is a huge disrespect.
"I was wrong"

Li Yun sincerely apologized to the hospital and doctors he had contact with.

It was indeed my own mistake.
At this time, next to Li Yun, the director's personality was a little unexpected.

"I thought you had a moral bottom line and wouldn't mind this kind of thing. I thought you would do anything for fame and fortune."

In fact, it is possible to solve this problem. Whether it is by donating money or giving money to patients, using money to "buy" and purchase their dignity, is this difficult? Not difficult, it can even be counted as necessary funding for filming.
But Li Yun still did not choose to do so.
"Using whatever means necessary is one thing, but so are principles and bottom lines"

Li Yun said calmly: "I can't do this."

Li Yun, who was once a terminally ill patient, knew that this was a wound that must not be opened.
Because of the illness, the last moments of life in this world are devoid of dignity, and the body is manipulated by drugs and instruments.

In the end, there is no dignity at all
If you can't even do this, how can you be the 'God of Medicine'?
Li Yun’s understanding of the God of Medicine.

The existence of the God of Medicine was born to protect the dignity of terminally ill patients.
When even the God of Medicine insults this dignity, how can you play this role well?

One is for the principle, the other is for one's own role.
"But it's not like I can't make them feel something."

“At the same time, there is myself.”

At this time, Li Yun had already figured out how to get other actors playing the role of "patients" in the crew to observe the patients.

However, at this time, Li Yun wanted to complete his own role first, the role called 'Cheng Yong'.

That 'Medicine God'.

Li Yun found someone, someone who exists in reality.

A middle-aged man named Lu Yong - he was still a young man when he went to prison.

He also sells the Indian drug Gleevec for chronic myeloid leukemia. Compared with his previous life, this Lu Yong is not sick. He is simply a purchasing agent and a seller, then seeks explosive profits to make himself stand out.

The reason he went to jail was smuggling.

Not only the generic Indian medicines, but also many other powerful medicines.
The prototype of this "God of Medicine" in the previous life is not sick today.
Lu Yong used to be very rich. After all, he was involved in smuggling. It would be too shameful if he was still a poor guy. Of course, that was in the past. Now he is penniless. All his money has been used to pay fines. Even if he is released from prison, he is still a pauper, alone, with nothing.
Li Yun could not see any compassionate feeling of the "Medicine God" on his face.

It only has the flavor of a businessman who puts profit above all else.

He could have said, 'That's just how I am.'

Because he really is like that.
Is there anything strange?
"Just talk to my wife about the expenses." At this time, Lu Yong, who was behind the prison, joked, "No need to come to me specifically."

"Yeah, I know. It's just that I want to learn more about the role I'm going to play. Let's chat."

"Well, whatever you want to know, but there are only five minutes, and the prison guards can't give me that much time to keep watch." Lu Yong said excitedly, "Young man, this is amazing. I find it strange that someone would come to make a biographical movie about me."

During the years in prison, he didn't know that there was an actor named Li Yun outside, a maverick filmmaker.

It was just when he was in prison that he heard someone contacting him and wanting to see him, and said that he wanted to make a movie about his life.

There was no reason for Lu Yong to refuse.

It's kind of funny to think that someone would film my shitty life and give me money.

Lu Yong asked himself.

I am not a good person. The word "good person" is very alien to me.
Selling generic drugs.
Let me make a lot of money.

Lu Yong gave Li Yun a brief introduction on what a truly "rich person" is.

beautiful car
Li Yun had never heard of luxury car brands. Lu Yong listed them out like a dish.
It can be seen that he has been immersed in this for a long time. Even after so many years in prison, he still remembers that feeling.

That intoxicated feeling.
This Lu Yong doesn't seem to have even the slightest sense of greatness.

In his thoughts.

Interests have absolute dominance.

He is completely different from Lu Yong in his previous life.

The difference may be that he is not sick.
At this time, Li Yun was listening to Lu Yong's story.

As he talked about his life, Li Yun also felt a tinnitus.
When Li Yun opened his eyes again, he was no longer in the prison visiting area.

But me?
It’s not Lu Yong, it’s me.

Li Yun.

A Hengdian migrant worker, a slightly unsuccessful Hengdian migrant worker, renting a single room for 300 yuan a month, which is considered good in Hengdian.

Only experienced Hengdian people who can keep getting work are qualified to live in such a good place.

Even being a dream chaser.

There are also different levels.

There is actually a difference in status.

"The rent has gone up fifty this month."

"The rent has increased again? Didn't we sign the contract?"

"If you want to rent, rent it. If you don't want to rent, get out."

The landlady cursed and said that the contract was only valid for the tenant unilaterally.

Are you not convinced? If you are not convinced, go and tell the locals. They will think that they are rewarding you beggars from other places.

Ignored, dejected, and numb.

Faced with rising rents, Li Yun had no power to fight back and even had to smile apologetically.

Li Yun felt that he had almost forgotten this taste.

This kind of embarrassment with expectations, without any plans or desires for the future, is a joke for people at the bottom of society.

A slightly ridiculous thing.

Being able to plan for tomorrow is already a great thing.

correct.

It turns out that I have been suffering from a terminal illness for a long time, a terminal illness called poverty and desolation.

No wonder I always want to stand out, no wonder I always have a strong desire to pursue fame and fortune, and a desire to stand at the highest peak.

No wonder after living my life over again, my desire for this thing became so urgent that it reached a pathological level.

It turns out that I was a patient of poverty disease from the beginning.

He already had a terminal illness before he got it.

A terminal illness where there is absolutely no expectation of tomorrow.

Until the real terminal illness came, Li Yun felt that the mood was not as disappointed and angry as he had imagined.

There was even an incredible sense of relief.

How can a dead person be afraid of death?
Until Li Yun.

When he was about to die, Li Yun felt that unwillingness.

Don't want to die.

Why am I dying?

I obviously didn't do anything wrong.

When the feeling of despair brought by the terminal illness erupted in Li Yun's mind.

Suddenly.

Fate gave Li Yun another choice.

Is it time travel?

No, it's not
How could such a strange thing as time travel happen so easily?

But one thing can happen, that is, the poor you will discover that there is a channel for generic drugs.

The price is only 1/10 of the genuine medicine.

Even Li Yun, an extra, could afford this price and survive.
The desire to survive erupts at the right time.

Live, live, live.

Even if it means a poor and miserable life.

I need to survive too.

That desire flowed through Li Yun's heart.
Even if it's a crime, just live.
From this point on, Li Yun's life overlapped with the role he wanted to play.

Overlapping with Cheng Yong.

It seems that all roads lead to Rome. Where there is demand, there is opportunity. There are many people like Li Yun who need generic drugs and imported cheap medicines.

This is a great business opportunity, a chance to make a fortune.

profit.

Exploding profits.

Li Yun shipped the Indian imitations to China in truckloads.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Li Yun cured his most terminal illness.

That terminal disease is called poverty.

Li Yun also lived the life that Lu Yong described.

Lively and extravagant.

Full of joy.

Countless banknotes, the beauties, luxury cars and life that the banknotes brought, those real things were swelling in Li Yun's wallet.

I am cured.

Poverty was cured.

I am not the God of Medicine.

I'm just a businessman running for money.

Right? Cheng Yong.

Standing next to Li Yun at this time was Cheng Yong, who had a happy face. He had reached the peak of his life because of selling generic drugs.

At this moment, I am overwhelmed by a happy mood.

"Let's work together to promote the creation of wealth! How do you think?"

Cheng Yong extended his hand to Li Yun.

Ambitious.

Without losing excitement.

Li Yun smiled and nodded.

Ok.

Together we will.

Go get rich.

At this moment.

Next to Cheng Yong stood an extremely weak and pale man.

His poverty was cured.

But if your body is still hurting, it won't get worse as your wallet gets fatter.

The frail patient is still there, in thought.

"The look in your eyes just now really resembles mine. That greedy expression, like seeing flesh and blood, is very interesting."

Lu Yong looked at Li Yun.

I found it very interesting. Even though we were just talking, he became like me, especially the greed in his eyes.

Quite interesting.

"Ah, thanks."

Li Yun said while looking at Lu Yong in front of him.

"I heard you want to play a good guy."

"He is a little higher than a good person." Li Yun paused and said, "He should be considered a saint."

Lu Yong burst into laughter.

Tears of laughter came out.

"You are playing a saint and finding me. Are you playing some weird joke?"

Lu Yong smiled and smiled.

He stopped laughing.

He didn't laugh until Li Yun left.

I can't laugh anymore.

Because just now, after he saw Li Yun, in addition to seeing his own reflection and his own figure, he also saw a very weak patient.

That was the opportunity that led him into the industry.

Why did you choose Gleevec in the first place?
During this period of time before the filming started, Liu Qianqian, Peng Yuyan, Wang Chuanjun and other leading actors were practicing their own cultivation.
Liu Qianqian went to imitate the iron-faced and impartial policeman.

Wang Chuanjun and Peng Yuyan, on the other hand, were trying to find out what it was like to be a patient.

Peng Yuyan has some troubles.

The distress was not the amount of muscle he was losing, but the feeling of being a patient.

As a patient, what should I do?

Eddie Peng has always been in good shape, and even has eight-pack abs, which can make girls scream at night when he shows them off.

This is his advantage.

An unparalleled advantage, and in this movie, he has to abandon his own advantage.

From that famous young actor in mainland China and Taiwan, he turned into a skinny bamboo pole.

It’s not surprising that the crew requires all kinds of body management. There are all kinds of weird requirements.

Asking you to gain weight.

Ask you to lose weight.

Eddie Peng had already realized this, and it took him less than a month to eliminate his abdominal muscles and become just skin and bones.

Diet, aerobic exercise.

He can use all the methods to lose weight.

Even Wang Chuanjun next door admires them a little. In the past, he would occasionally be a little jealous of these actors who entered the circle with a silver spoon in their mouths at a young age.

But now it seems.

The elements of success are not so superficial.

Of course, Eddie Peng is not without his own troubles, which come from the fact that his sense of touch is not that deep.

To put it bluntly.

There is no object to copy.

He didn't know what condition the patient was in and was a little confused about it.

Acting also requires prototypes.

"Why don't we go to the hospital?" Wang Chuanjun asked Peng Yuyan at this time.

Why don't we go to the hospital?

There is no better place to experience death than this one.

His character also needs to see this.

Then Peng Yuyan slowly shook her head.

"I don't have any reason to go to the hospital? I said, I want to observe your patient, use him to act, use him to earn fame and fortune, please give me a certificate from the doctor."

At this moment, Wang Chuanjun was speechless.

The hospital seemed to have no reason to accept his suggestion, and Li Yun did not arrange for everyone to go to the hospital to copy.

Maybe he doesn't think it's necessary. Who knows?

However, with video technology so advanced nowadays, it feels strange to go online and specifically look for images of terminally ill patients who are dying.

But all this is for the sake of performing the play well.
Let's shoot the show.
The day for the crew to gather has finally arrived, and it’s time for the filming of “Dying to Survive” to officially begin.

(End of this chapter)