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

Hall 3 (IMAX Theater)

On screen, Cheng Yong, with his thinning hair, argues with his landlord in a smoke-filled room.

A few low laughs could still be heard sporadically from the audience.

But as the plot unfolds, the atmosphere in the theater begins to change.

The laughter completely disappeared when Wang Chuan, who played Lü Shouyi, took off his three masks and offered the orange in a fawning manner.

Instead, there is a sense of oppressive heaviness.

The movie theater was very quiet.

The only sounds were the crunching of popcorn being chewed and the occasional sniffling.

On the screen, the patients, driven to the brink of despair, struggle desperately in the mire to survive.

The plot progresses to the point where the old lady grabs the sleeve of policeman Cao Bin.

With tears welling in her cloudy eyes, she spoke those words in a calm, almost pleading tone.

"I was sick for three years, and I took the genuine medicine that cost 40,000 yuan a bottle for three years."

"I've eaten up the house, and I've ruined my family."

"I don't want to die, I want to live, okay?"

In the theater, a young girl could no longer hold back and let out a suppressed sob.

The crying sounded like a signal.

It instantly ignited the pent-up emotions of the entire audience.

The sounds of sobbing rose and fell, creating a continuous chorus in the dark theater.

Many men turned their heads away, pretending to rub their eyes, but their red eyes and trembling shoulders betrayed them.

When Huang Mao drove his truck resolutely out, it was hit by a heavy truck, sending medicine boxes flying everywhere.

The sobs in the audience turned into uncontrollable weeping.

A middle-aged man suddenly stood up, then slumped back down, covering his face tightly with his hands.

On the silver screen.

In the hospital corridor, Cheng Yong grabbed Cao Bin by the collar and let out a desperate, beast-like roar.

"He's only twenty years old!"

"What crime has he committed!"

In the theater, a college student-looking boy punched his thigh, tears streaming down his face.

His girlfriend next to him had already cried so much that her makeup was ruined.

The final scene of the movie.

Cheng Yong's prison van slowly drove down the long street.

The streets were lined with patients who had come spontaneously to see him off.

They took off their masks, revealing haggard but grateful faces, and bowed deeply to the prison van.

There wasn't a single line of dialogue.

Only silent respect remains.

The screen went completely black.

The somber melody of the ending theme song begins.

In the entire theater, with over four hundred people, not a single person stood up.

Everyone was pinned to their seats by that tremendous force.

A full half minute passed.

The lights came on.

The glaring light caused many people to squint instinctively.

Only then could everyone see each other's faces clearly.

Everyone's eyes were red, and their faces were streaked with tears.

I don't know who started clapping first.

Followed by.

Thunderous applause erupted throughout the entire theater!

Enduring!

……

The movie ended.

The audience walked out of the theater in silence, many still wiping away tears with tissues.

Stepping out of the movie theater and into the sweltering air, they felt as if they had finally escaped that oppressive world.

Then, almost at the same time.

Countless people took out their phones.

Weibo, WeChat Moments, Douban, etc...

The name "Dying to Survive" swept across all social media platforms at an alarming speed!

"I cried so much! I'm a six-foot-tall man, and I cried like an idiot in the movie theater!"

"This isn't a movie, this is reality! My grandfather died because he couldn't afford targeted therapy!"

"After watching the movie, I just want to kneel down and bow down to Jiang Yichen! He captured what our era most needs to be filmed!"

"Please, please go see it! Seriously! This movie is worth it!"

Within an hour of the film's release, the Douban Movie rating page was flooded with over 100,000 reviews.

The rating soared to an astonishing 9.7!

"What crime is it to want to live?" This sentence has become the most tear-jerking caption on the entire internet.

10 PM.

The offices of Star Entertainment were still brightly lit.

Su Yao held a freshly released data report, her hands trembling.

She rushed into Jiang Yichen's office, her face filled with undisguised excitement and shock.

"Boss!"

"It's broken! It's broken 200 million!"

Su Yao slammed the report on the table, her voice trembling slightly.

"Opening day box office: 220 million!"

"We...we've broken the opening day box office record for domestically produced realistic films!"

Chen Hao was also there, with dark circles under his eyes and his eyes wide open like copper bells.

"Brother Chen! The internet is exploding!"

"9.7 on Douban! 9.8 on Maoyan! The reviews are overwhelmingly positive across all platforms!"

Jiang Yichen leaned back in his chair, his expression calm.

He looked out the window at the myriad lights of Shanghai and slowly exhaled.

Everything was as expected.

The movie's explosive popularity is just the first step.

The chain reaction it brought about was what Jiang Yichen truly wanted.

……

The next two weeks.

The popularity of "Dying to Survive" has completely transcended the realm of entertainment.

The film's box office has been soaring.

It broke 800 million in three days.

It broke 1.8 billion in one week.

In just half a month, the box office officially surpassed the 3 billion mark!

Even more frightening is that this film sparked a nationwide social debate.

Numerous media outlets, influential figures, experts, and scholars have joined in the analysis.

From cinematic art to everyday life.

From the underlying causes of exorbitant drug prices to the predicament of the medical security system.

"I don't want to die, I want to live."

This line was quoted by the official Weibo account of People's Daily, accompanied by a still from the show showing a patient taking off their mask.

The article's title is: Every life striving to live deserves respect.

The tide of public opinion crashed against the dam of reality with unprecedented force.

Beijing, National Healthcare Security Administration.

An emergency meeting is being held.

Those sitting in the conference room were all core leaders of the national medical and health system.

The atmosphere was extremely serious.

At the head of the table, a leader with gray hair and black-rimmed glasses tapped heavily on a public opinion report in front of him.

The cover of the report features the words: "On the Public Opinion and Policy Recommendations Triggered by the Film 'Dying to Survive'".

"Comrades, have you all seen it?"

The leader's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

"It's not unusual for a movie to gross 3 billion yuan in just half a month."

"What's strange is that it has sparked a nationwide discussion about the same issue."

"Medical care is expensive, and medicine is hard to come by."

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"What the people want and what the people's will points to."

"Our department can't just sit and wait any longer."

"I hereby declare."

The leader picked up the official document on the table, his tone resolute.

"Effective immediately, a special task force will be established!"

"Accelerate the negotiation process for the next round of medical insurance inclusion negotiations for anti-cancer drugs!"

"I want to see initial results within a month!"

End of the meeting.

The leader returned to his office.

The secretary followed carefully behind him, refilling his teacups with hot tea.

The leader sat behind his large desk, wearily rubbing his temples.

He picked up the report and turned to the last page.

In the character introductions in the appendix, one name was highlighted.

Jiang Yichen is the producer, screenwriter, and lead actor of the film "Dying to Survive".

A passport photo is attached next to it.

The young man in the photo has striking eyebrows and bright eyes, with a calm expression.