He plays Feng Yuxiu, and his girlfriend is a fairy-like beauty.

The publicity campaign is over.

Ye Mo flew back to Nanjing that afternoon.

When Chen Sicheng saw him off at the airport, he joked, "Boss Ye, you're such a busy man now. You're making your own movie, and you still have to take time out to support my movie. I'll treat you to a few more hot pot meals when we get our share of the box office revenue."

Ye Mo opened the car door, replied "Put it on my tab," and went into the terminal.

a few days later.

Chen Sicheng led the creative team of Detective Chinatown 2 on a nationwide roadshow.

There happened to be a stop near where Ye Mo was filming.

He sent Ye Mo a message beforehand.

"I'll come to your place tomorrow and drop by the set. Please save us a few chairs."

The next morning.

Chen Sicheng, Wang Baoqiang, Xiao Yang, and Wang Xun appeared at the entrance of the film set of "Dying to Survive".

Chen Sicheng carried two bags of coffee and looked around as soon as he entered.

The interior of a hospital, set up in a photography studio.

The white walls of the corridor were bathed in a cool white light, and several extras sat on long benches waiting for their turn. The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

"Boss Ye, your set design is so realistic. My first instinct when I came in was to register."

"The registration is on the left. Specialist appointments are 50 yuan, and regular appointments are 20 yuan."

"Do I need to buy a ticket to visit the set?"

"Visiting the set is free; those two bags of coffee you're holding are your admission ticket."

Everyone laughed.

Wang Baoqiang stood next to the monitor.

Looking at the actors rehearsing, he turned to Ye Mo and asked, "Where's Song Wen? I want to see what he looks like now. I remember his belly on the set of Detective Chinatown 2 very clearly. When I visited the set of Detective Chinatown, he was Gao Qiqiang, and now he's Cheng Yong. That's a bigger change than me."

Xiao Yang gave Wang Baoqiang a gentle push on the back of the head.

"Are you here to visit the set or to tour the zoo?"

"The visit to the set was a good opportunity to see Director Ye and also to check out Song Wen's new look."

Wang Xun had already pulled up a folding chair and sat down next to the monitor as if he knew the place well, and even grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the prop table next to him.

Coming to Ye Mo's film crew felt like coming home.

Today's filming content is about wound cleaning at the hospital.

After Lü Shouyi stopped taking his medication, his condition deteriorated rapidly, and he was hospitalized. Cheng Yong came to visit him and happened to be there when he was undergoing debridement treatment.

Inside the ward, Lü Shouyi screamed in agony, while Cheng Yong sat restlessly in the corridor.

This scene is the turning point of the entire movie.

Cheng Yong decided to start selling medicine again from this point onward, not for the money.

The props team sprayed a light layer of disinfectant in the corridor.

It's not a fake.

It is indeed a medical disinfectant purchased from a pharmacy.

Ye Mo had spoken to the props team about this before.

The sense of smell is something that the audience cannot perceive, but the actors can.

When actors smell the hospital, their bodies react automatically; they don't need to act.

The monitor light came on.

The whole place fell silent.

Cheng Yong sat on a bench in the corridor, and Zhang Songwen's body language was completely different from before.

His back was hunched, his hands were crossed on his knees, his fingers unconsciously pinched the web between his thumb and index finger, and his shoulders were slightly hunched forward, as if he wanted to squeeze his whole body into a smaller space.

It's not something from the dialogue; it's a defensive curl-up that a person automatically produces when they hear screams in a hospital corridor.

And this is something he learned from his frequent visits to the hospital.

Now it's perfectly presented in front of the camera.

The first roar came from inside the ward.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was extremely sharp and thin, like a wire squeezed out from between teeth.

The sound was muffled by the ward door, and this muffled sound was more unpleasant than a sharp one.

Wang Baoqiang's back left the chair.

He crossed his hands on his knees, his knuckles taut and white.

None of the four people on the folding chair next to the monitor were moving.

Xiao Yang held the coffee cup to her lips, but forgot to drink it.

Chen Sicheng's chin tightened slightly, and his fingers unconsciously tapped on his knee.

In the corridor, Lü Shouyi's wife sat in the chair next to Cheng Yong.

She had no lines, no movements; she just sat there staring at the white wall opposite her.

The tears were dry.

This person had cried all the tears he could, leaving only dry eyes and a body sitting in a chair waiting for bad news.

Inside the ward, the sound of instruments colliding during wound cleaning echoed.

Then Lü Shouyi started shouting.

This time it wasn't a roar, but a sound pouring out from the deepest part of the throat, mixed with phlegm, panting, and the last instinctive reaction of a person tormented to the limit by illness.

His body convulsed on the hospital bed, and with each spasm, a muffled sound was squeezed out of his throat, like a drowning person desperately trying to grab the surface of the water.

The debridement process is complete.

"Have an orange."

Lying on his sickbed, Lü Shouyi weakly managed to squeeze out these words.

At this moment, his cheeks were severely sunken, his cheekbones were high and protruding, his whole face was pale and bluish, his lips were dry and cracked and white, almost bloodless.

His skin was loose and dry, completely unrecognizable, and he had no energy or spirit whatsoever.

He looked exactly like someone who was about to die.

Beside the monitor, the mineral water bottle in Wang Xun's hand had been crushed and deformed.

The plastic bottle wall is concave, and water overflows from the bottle opening, dripping down the fingers.

He didn't notice.

Xiao Yang never brought the coffee cup to her lips.

Wang Baoqiang leaned forward, one hand covering his mouth, his index and middle fingers pressed against his lips, as if praying or forcing himself not to make any sound.

His fingers were trembling, a physiological tremor that leaked out from between his knuckles after he had tried so hard to control it.

Chen Sicheng didn't say a word.

He leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest.

But his chin was lowered, and his eyes were fixed on the reflection of the monitor.

There was no sound on set.

The stagehand stood there, forgetting the props he was holding.

Zhang Yu, who was waiting in the wings, stood on the sidelines at some point, her back against the wall, her head down, and her fingers slowly clenched into fists at her sides.

He was also a patient actor, and after watching another patient scene, his fingers clenched tightly on their own.

At that moment, everyone was stunned by Wang Chuanjun's acting skills.

Zhang Songwen, the main character, was also completely overshadowed by Wang Chuanjun's Lü Shouyi.

Especially the image of that slight smile on her face, you'll never forget it.

after awhile.

Ye Mo stood up.

"Passed."

Two words, spoken very softly, as if speaking at the door of a hospital room, afraid of disturbing the people inside.

No one applauded on set.

No one speaks.

The silence lasted for several seconds.

Then Zhang Songwen turned around at the door of the ward, leaned against the wall, and wiped his face with his hand.

His eyes were red. Cheng Yong doesn't cry; he held back in the scene, but he almost couldn't hold back in real life.

Wang Chuanjun sat up in bed, took off his three masks, revealing a pale, almost transparent face underneath.

Ye Mo walked over and draped a clean towel over his shoulder.

"Chuanjun, have you not slept again these past few days?"

"Going to sleep."

"How long do you sleep?"

"Add it up."

Ye Mo looked at his face and remained silent for a few seconds.

"Go back to sleep now, don't fucking die on my set, I haven't even fully paid for workers' compensation insurance for this crew yet."

Wang Chuanjun pulled off his mask, tried to smile but didn't have the strength.

He hadn't slept well for three days, trying to find the feeling of the patient being tormented to the limit by pain in the scene of wound cleaning.

He pushed his sleep and diet to the limit.

First, make yourself a patient, then make the patient become Lü Shouyi.

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