I'm not mentally ill, I'm a master of a thousand faces!

Chapter 437 The God of Medicine

Right now

Li Yun received a notification—

The hospital won't let me go.

Originally, when filming began, the crew should have first observed the patients.

The actors present were instructed to go to the hematology department and mimic patients.

They went to record and imprint their feelings of impending death, using them as nourishment for their acting.

This is probably what Li Yun wanted to achieve, but when Li Yun contacted the hospital, he was told that such a thing was not allowed, as it was an insult to life and to the patients.

No doctor with medical ethics would allow this to happen.

Li Yun was also stunned for a long time.

Thinking about it carefully, it's really not a good thing. As a terminally ill patient, you have to use your despair as an object of entertainment for others to watch, as sustenance for the "entertainment industry".

This is a huge disrespect.

"I was wrong"

Li Yun sincerely apologized to the hospital and doctors she had contacted.

It was indeed a mistake I made.

At this moment, the director's personality, standing next to Li Yun, was somewhat unexpected.

"I thought your moral compass was such that you wouldn't mind something like this. I thought you would stop at nothing to gain fame and fortune."

Actually, this problem isn't impossible to solve. Whether it's donating money or giving patients money to "buy" their dignity, is that difficult? No, it's not. It can even be included in the necessary budget for filming.

But Li Yun still did not choose to do that.

"Using any means necessary is one thing, but adhering to principles and bottom lines is another."

Li Yun said calmly, "I can't do that."

Li Yun, who had once been a terminally ill patient, knew that this was a wound that absolutely could not be opened.

Because of illness, the last moments of their lives were devoid of dignity, their bodies manipulated by drugs and machines.

In the very end, not even a shred of dignity remained.

How can someone who can't even do this be called a "medicine god"?

Li Yun's understanding of the God of Medicine.

The existence of the "Medicine God" was precisely to protect the dignity of terminally ill patients.

If even the "Medicine God" (a popular Chinese medicine expert) has insulted this dignity, how can you possibly play this role well?

Firstly, it was for the sake of principles; secondly, it was for the sake of one's own role.

"However, it's not like I don't have a way to make them sense it."

"And then there's myself."

At this point, Li Yun had already figured out how to get the other actors playing "patient" roles in the crew to observe the patients.

However, at this moment, Li Yun would rather complete his role first, the role called "Cheng Yong".

That "Medicine God".

Li Yun found someone, a real person.

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

He was also selling the Indian drug Gleevec for chronic myeloid leukemia. Compared to his previous life, this Lu Yong did not actually get the disease. He was simply a reseller, making huge profits to rise to prominence.

The reason he went to prison was for smuggling.

It's not just counterfeit Indian medicines, but many other potent drugs as well.

The prototype of this "Medicine God" from a previous life is not sick today.

Lu Yong used to be very rich; after all, it would be too shameful to be a penniless smuggler. Of course, that was then. Now he's penniless, having paid all his money in fines. Even if he gets out of prison, he'll be a pauper, all alone, with nothing.

On his face, Li Yun could not see any trace of the compassionate "Medicine God".

It has only the flavor of a profit-driven businessman.

He could say, "That's just how I am."

Because that's truly how he is.

Is there anything strange about it?

"Just tell my wife about the expenses," Lu Yong joked from behind the prison. "No need to specifically ask me."

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

"Hmm, do as you please, but I only have five minutes. The prison guards can't give me that much time to keep watch." Lu Yong said with great interest, "Young man, it's amazing. I find it strange that someone would come to make a biopic about me."

During his years in prison, he was unaware that there was an actor named Li Yun, this maverick filmmaker.

He only heard someone contact him while he was in prison, wanting to see him and saying they wanted to make a movie out of his life.

Lu Yong had no reason to refuse.

It's somewhat ridiculous that someone would film my awful life and then pay me for it.

Lu Yong asked himself.

I'm not a good person; the word "good person" is completely foreign to me.

Selling counterfeit drugs.

It made me incredibly wealthy.

Lu Yong then gave Li Yun a lesson on what a real "rich person" is.

Luxury cars and beautiful women

Lu Yong rattled off luxury car brands that Li Yun had never heard of, as if reciting a menu with great familiarity.

It's clear that he has been immersed in this path for a long time; even after so many years in prison, he still remembers that feeling.

That feeling of ecstasy.

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

In his mind.

Interests hold absolute sway.

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

The difference might be that he wasn't sick.

At this moment, Li Yun listened to Lu Yong's story.

As he recounted his life story, Li Yun also felt a ringing in his ears.

When Li Yun opened his eyes again, he was no longer in the prison visiting area.

But it was me?

It wasn't Lu Yong, it was me.

Li Yun.

A struggling actor in Hengdian, a somewhat unsuccessful one, renting a single room for 300 yuan a month, which is considered top-notch in Hengdian.

Only seasoned drifters who consistently get work are qualified to live in such a nice place.

Even being a dreamer.

There are also some distinctions between different levels.

Surprisingly, there are differences in status.

"The rent went up by fifty this month."

"Rent went up again? Didn't we already sign a contract?"

"Rent if you want, get out if you don't."

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

Are you not happy about it? If you're not happy, go talk to the locals. They'll think it's a reward for you beggars from out of town.

Ignoring, dejected, numb.

Faced with rising rents, Li Yun had no power to retaliate and even had to force a smile.

Li Yun felt that he had almost forgotten what this tasted like.

This kind of predicament, tinged with expectation but lacking any plans or aspirations for the future, is a joke for those at the bottom of society.

A somewhat ridiculous thing.

Being able to plan for tomorrow is already a remarkable achievement.

correct.

It turns out I already had a terminal illness, a terminal illness called poverty and destitution.

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

No wonder that after living life again, his desire for this feeling became pathological.

It turns out I was a patient suffering from poverty from the very beginning.

He already had a terminal illness before he was diagnosed with it.

A terminal illness from which there is absolutely no hope of tomorrow.

When the real terminal illness finally arrived, Li Yun felt that she wasn't as disappointed or angry as she had imagined.

There was even a strange sense of relief.

How could a dead person be afraid of death?

Until Li Yun.

As he faced death, Li Yun felt a deep sense of resentment.

Don't want to die.

Why am I going to die?

I clearly did nothing wrong.

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

Suddenly, it dawned on me.

Fate presented Li Yun with another choice.

Is it time travel?

No, not

How could something as strange as time travel happen so easily?

But one thing can happen: a poor person discovers the availability of generic drugs.

The price is only 1/10 of the original drug.

Even for an extra like Li Yun, the price was affordable enough to allow him to survive.

The will to survive erupts at the right time.

Live on, live on, live on.

Even if it's a poor and wretched life.

I also need to survive.

That desire flowed through Li Yun's heart.

It was roaring and howling.

Even if it's illegal or criminal, just live on.

From then on, Li Yun's life began to overlap with the role he wanted to play.

It overlaps with Cheng Yong.

It seems that all roads lead to Rome; where there is demand, there is opportunity. Many people, like Li Yun, need to use generic drugs and cheap imported medicines.

This is a huge business opportunity, a chance to get rich and powerful.

profit.

Explosive profits.

Li Yun then transported truckloads of Indian imitations back to China.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Li Yun cured his most serious incurable disease.

That incurable disease called poverty.

Li Yun also began to live the life described by Lu Yong.

Extravagant and decadent lifestyle.

It was filled with joy.

Countless banknotes, the beauties that money brings, the luxury cars and lifestyles—all those real things swelled within Li Yun's wallet.

I am cured.

The disease of poverty has been cured.

I am not a medicine god.

I'm just a businessman who's always chasing money.

Is that right, Cheng Yong?

Standing next to Li Yun at this moment was Cheng Yong, who had reached the pinnacle of his life by selling counterfeit drugs.

I am currently overwhelmed by feelings of happiness.

"Let's work together to make wealth creation a great thing! What do you say?"

Cheng Yong extended his hand to Li Yun.

Ambitious.

It's exciting nonetheless.

Li Yun nodded with a smile.

Ok.

Together.

Go and make a fortune!

At this moment.

Standing next to Cheng Yong was an extremely weak and pale man.

His poverty was cured.

But if the physical ailment persists, it won't change just as your wallet grows.

The frail patient is still there, in his mind.

"Your eyes just now really reminded me of mine. That greedy look, like you'd seen flesh and blood, it was quite amusing."

Lu Yong looked at Li Yun.

I found it very interesting that, even though it was just talking, it started to sound like me, especially the greed in its eyes.

Quite interesting.

"Oh, thank you."

Li Yun looked at Lu Yong in front of him and said.

"I heard you're going to play a good guy."

"A bit higher than a good person," Li Yun paused and said, "You'd say he's a saint."

Lu Yong burst into laughter.

I laughed until tears streamed down my face.

"You've come up with this whole saintly act? Are you kidding me?"

Lu Yong smiled and smiled.

Then he stopped laughing.

He didn't laugh anymore until Li Yun left.

I can't laugh anymore.

Because just now, after seeing Li Yun, in addition to seeing his own reflection and 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?

In the time leading up to the start of filming, the main actors, including Liu Qianqian, Peng Yuyan, and Wang Chuanjun, were all engaged in their own training.

Liu Qianqian went to copy the portrait of an incorruptible police officer.

Wang Chuanjun and Peng Yuyan, on the other hand, went to find out what it's like to be a patient.

Peng Yuyan has some worries.

This distress wasn't due to his rapidly declining muscle mass, but rather the feeling of being a patient.

As a patient, what should I do?

Eddie Peng has always been very fit, even with eight-pack abs, enough to make any girl scream one night.

This is his advantage.

An unparalleled advantage, but in this movie, he has to discard that advantage.

He went from being a famous young man on the mainland and Taiwan to a skinny, bony figure.

It's not surprising that film crews have all sorts of requirements regarding body management; there are all sorts of strange demands.

They want you to gain weight.

They want you to lose weight.

Peng Yuyan had already realized this, and he spent almost a month eliminating his abdominal muscles, turning into a skin and bones.

Dieting and aerobic exercise.

He can use any weight loss method imaginable.

Even Wang Chuanjun next door admired them a little. He used to be a little jealous of these actors who entered the industry 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 stem from his lack of profound tactile sensitivity.

To put it simply...

There is simply no object to imitate.

He didn't know what the patient's condition should be like, and he was somewhat confused about it.

Acting also requires a real-life prototype.

"How about we go to the hospital to get checked out?" Wang Chuanjun asked Peng Yuyan at this moment.

Let's go to the hospital.

There is no better place to experience death than this.

His role also needs to recognize this.

Then Eddie Peng slowly shook her head.

"I don't have any reason to be in the hospital. I'm saying I need to observe your patient, use him for acting, and make money off him. Doctor, please give me a certificate."

At this point, Wang Chuanjun was speechless.

The hospital seemed to have no reason to accept his suggestion, and Li Yun had not arranged for everyone to go to the hospital to make copies.

Maybe he felt it wasn't necessary. Who knows?

However, with today's advanced video technology, it feels strange to specifically search online for images of terminally ill patients.

However, all of this was for the sake of performing the role well.

Make the film well.

The day for the crew to gather has finally arrived. Next up is the official start of filming for "Dying to Survive".

(End of this chapter)