After being dumped by the diva, I was picked up by her arch-enemy.

The sound of the clapper was crisp and clear.

The camera zooms in.

The blond-haired man was squatting on the toilet in the toilet stall.

Suddenly, a series of chaotic footsteps came from outside.

"Quick! Flank them!"

"We received a tip that Cheng Yong, the guy who sells counterfeit medicine, is in the factory up ahead!"

"We must take him down today!"

The blond-haired man shuddered.

He suddenly pushed open the toilet door and peered out through the crack.

Several uniformed police officers were sneaking towards the factory.

The blond-haired man's breathing became rapid instantly.

He had only one thought in his mind.

Brother Yong cannot be arrested.

This truckload of medicine must not be confiscated.

Once the medication runs out, thousands of chronic myeloid leukemia patients across the country will be left with no hope of survival.

He flung open the door and charged out like a cheetah.

The camera follows the blond-haired man as he runs wildly.

The wind whistled in my ears.

He rushed to the dilapidated light truck, yanked open the door, and climbed inside.

boom!

The car doors were locked from the inside.

Cheng Yong was walking towards them from a distance, carrying a bag of boxed lunches.

Cheng Yong was stunned by Huang Mao's actions.

"Yellow-haired guy! What are you doing!"

Huang Mao ignored Cheng Yong's shouts.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with determination.

He suddenly turned the car key.

The engine let out a roar.

He floored the accelerator.

The light truck, like a runaway beast, crashed directly through the rusty iron gate of the factory.

boom!

The iron gate collapsed, kicking up clouds of dust.

The commotion instantly attracted the attention of all the police officers.

"Over there! Chase them!"

Police cars, sirens blaring, gave chase.

Huang Mao sat in the driver's seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

He glanced at the police car chasing closely in his rearview mirror, and a relieved smile appeared on his lips.

Yong is safe.

The patients' medication was saved.

Chen Hao filmed this car chase scene with great tension.

The truck swerved left and right on the narrow road.

The tires screeched as they rubbed against the ground.

The blond-haired man's face appeared somewhat blurry in the rapidly receding scenery outside the car window.

Finally, he made a sharp turn and shook off the police car behind him.

The truck drove onto a straight national highway.

The road ahead is clear.

Huang Mao breathed a sigh of relief.

He leaned back in his chair, a clean and pure smile on his face.

That was the most radiant smile he ever had in the entire film.

He can finally go home.

With a pure and clean soul.

Just then.

At the side intersection, a heavy truck roared out.

The piercing sound of the horn tore through the air.

boom! ! !

A deafening impact.

The heavy truck crashed violently into the side of the light truck.

The truck overturned due to the enormous impact.

The train carriage was shattered.

Boxes of Indian Gleevec were scattered on the ground like snowflakes.

Flying everywhere.

Behind the monitor, Chen Hao bit his lip hard, his eyes red-rimmed.

"Don't stop! Keep going!"

The camera cuts to inside the car.

The blond-haired man lay in the deformed driver's cab, his head covered in blood.

He was breathing heavily, and blood was flowing down his forehead and into his eyes.

His vision gradually blurred.

But he still tried his best to keep his eyes open, looking at the scattered medicine boxes outside the car window.

Cao Bin arrived at the scene with the police.

He pushed open the car door and rushed toward the truck like a madman.

"Help! Help!"

Cao Bin desperately pried open the deformed car door and carried Huang Mao, who was covered in blood, out.

"Hold on! You have to hold on!"

Cao Bin carried Huang Mao and ran wildly down the highway.

His police uniform was stained red with blood.

Huang Mao lay in Cao Bin's arms, his lips moving slightly.

He seemed to want to say something.

But in the end, he simply looked at the sky and slowly closed his eyes.

The train ticket, which was clutched tightly in my hand, drifted away in the wind.

It fell onto the asphalt road stained with blood.

"Card!"

Chen Hao's voice had a strong nasal tone.

The set was deathly silent.

No one spoke.

Several young female staff members covered their mouths and began to cry silently.

Jiang Yichen sat on the stool and gently exhaled.

This scene was completed.

Chen Hao's cinematic language and Zhang Yu's explosive acting are perfectly combined.

It vividly portrays the tragic grandeur and powerlessness of ordinary people in the face of fate.

...........

hospital.

The corridor outside the emergency room was dimly lit.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant.

This smell instinctively makes people feel depressed and nauseous.

The film crew moved here.

The next scene to be filmed is the most emotionally charged and suffocating scene in the entire movie.

Cheng Yong's breakdown upon learning of Huang Mao's death.

Xu Zhengzheng sat on a plastic bench in the corridor, head down, hands gripping her hair tightly.

He had been immersed in this state for a full half hour.

The staff around him walked on tiptoe, afraid of interrupting his mood.

Chen Hao stood in front of the monitor, took a deep breath, and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"All departments, prepare."

"The last one, one take!"

"Action!"

The emergency room door was pushed open.

Cao Bin walked out, looking utterly dejected, wearing his police uniform stained with the blood of Huang Mao.

He was holding a transparent plastic bag.

It contained Huang Mao's belongings.

The blood-stained ticket was particularly jarring.

Xu Zhengzheng suddenly raised her head.

He saw Cao Bin, and he saw the blood on his body.

His pupils dilated instantly, and his body shuddered as if he had been electrocuted.

He stumbled to his feet, his legs weak, and practically crawled to Cao Bin.

Where are they...?

Xu Zhengzheng's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against a wall.

Cao Bin didn't say anything, he just handed over the plastic bag.

Xu Zhengzheng did not answer.

He stared intently at Cao Bin's face, trying to find a glimmer of hope in it.

"Where are you? I'm asking you!"

Xu Zhengzheng suddenly roared and grabbed Cao Bin by the collar.

Cao Bin let him pull him, his eyes red and his voice choked with emotion.

"They couldn't save him."

These words struck Xu Zhengzheng like a heavy hammer blow to the chest.

He froze completely.

The hand gripping Cao Bin's collar gradually lost its strength.

He took two steps back and leaned against the cold wall.

Tears fell without warning.

"He's only twenty years old..."

Xu Zhengzheng muttered to himself.

Suddenly, he lunged at Cao Bin again, as if he had gone mad.

He grabbed Cao Bin's police uniform tightly with both hands and slammed him hard against the wall.

Xu Zhengzheng's face was contorted with extreme grief and anger.

Veins bulged on his forehead.

He roared hysterically at Cao Bin, at the world.

"He's only twenty years old!"

"He just wants to live!"

"What crime has he committed!"

"Tell me, what crime did he commit?"