You Made Me a Superstar Chapter 270

Chapter 270 Trading

No flying dust.

There is no explosion sound that occurs anytime, anywhere.

There is no small space and a dark world that is almost desperate.

There is no suffocation feeling that you can't breathe fresh air when you open your mouth.

In the pure white single ward, Zhou Yang looked at the ceiling and took a deep breath.

Soldiers and war correspondents left again not long after they arrived.

Because of the sequelae of blood loss, Zhou Yang had no physical strength, but his spirit was very good. After escaping from death, he felt that everything around him was full of freshness and beauty, and he even keenly heard not far away There is the crisp chirping of birds.

After lying down for a while, when he saw the bag next to him, he seemed to have thought of something, and subconsciously supported his body and sat up.

Because of the large range of motion, Zhou Yang inevitably affected the wound on his arm...

When he was in that small area, Zhou Yang didn't feel any pain at all, and even when he was on the plane, he didn't feel any pain, but when Zhou Yang was lying on the hospital bed and everything was safe, he instead There was a feeling that the flesh of his whole body was being cut open by the blade one by one and salt was sprinkled on it. He gasped, and the pain made Zhou Yang almost faint.

In the end, he still endured the pain and took out two cameras, transferred the files in the cameras to the computer, and then took out all the things captured on the phone one by one, and checked them carefully.

Video by video, scene by scene, when I think of it at this moment, Zhou Yang suddenly starts to get chills down his spine...

In order to pursue some sense of reality, in order to satisfy the trace of obsessive-compulsive disorder in my heart that I don't know where it came from, the price is really too high.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

"Come in, um, Doctor Zhao?"

Zhou Yang turned off the notebook, hid the notebook and the camera under the pillow, and saw that the door of the ward was slowly pushed open.

When he saw the person coming, he was immediately pleasantly surprised, and regardless of the pain, he sat up straight for the first time.

The person here is Zhao Kongliang, who used to be Zhou Yang's father's attending doctor and helped Zhou Yang when he was in the most difficult time.

After meeting on March 9 last year, the two have not seen each other for a year.

"Haha, you lie down, I just heard that you came to our People's Hospital, so I stopped by to see you..." At this moment, Zhao Kongliang came to Zhou Yang with a basket of fruits and laughed.

"Doctor Zhao, sit, sit, sit..." Zhou Yang nodded again and again.

The kindness of dripping water should be reciprocated by the spring. Zhou Yang has met many noble people in his life, and Zhao Kongliang is also one of them.

Zhao Kongliang sat down, glanced at the scar on Zhou Yang's hand, and then looked elsewhere.

He didn't ask how Zhou Yang was injured, nor where he went. Naturally he knew some things to ask and some things not to ask.

After sitting down, he chatted with Zhou Yang about some past events, and talked about the touch when "The Bottom of the Mine" was released.

After chatting, I unconsciously talked about Zhou Yang's father when Zhou Yang was in the hospital...

The atmosphere began to gradually become a bit dull and depressing from the relaxed at first.

When talking about the bed next to Zhou Yang's father, Zhou Yang learned from Dr. Zhao Kongliang that the patient who was only about 30 years old left the hospital because he couldn't pay for the treatment during the Chinese New Year this year...

Zhou Yang's expression suddenly became very sigh.

That young man is only thirty years old!

"I remember leukemia, right?"

"Um."

The single ward suddenly became quiet, and neither of them seemed to want to go any further on this topic.

Zhou Yang is undoubtedly lucky. After suffering and despair, he finally achieved something, but other struggling people are not as lucky as Zhou Yang.

"Director Zhou..."

"what?"

"Are you interested in making a movie about patients?"

"what?"

"Last year, the hospital's next three-year plan included a plan to shoot a hospital promotional video to help patients improve their confidence. Now this project is officially launched, if you are interested..."

"Promotional film, I probably won't make it..." Zhou Yang shook his head and looked out the window for a long time: "However, maybe another movie about patients will be made..."

"what movie?"

"It's just a concept..."

"Okay, if it fits our hospital plan, I will apply for the following with the leader."

"Uh-huh."

Then Zhao Kongliang chatted with Zhou Yang about some other topics. After the chat, Zhao Kongliang stood up and left.

Zhou Yang looked at the huge single room, and his eyes flashed a little blank.

When he lay back on the bed again, countless memories surged over and over in his mind like a tide.

He closed his eyes...

For some reason, those memories became clearer and more unforgettable, and even vaguely, Zhou Yang could hear waves of familiar voices coming from his ears.

Zhou Yang suddenly became tired. He closed his eyes and finally fell asleep.

When Zhou Yang woke up again, it was already around eight o'clock in the evening.

Although it is a single room, it is naturally impossible for a place like a hospital to be quiet.

Crying, pleading, pain...

These voices lingered in Zhou Yang's ears all the time.

Zhou Yang suddenly felt very irritable in his heart. He really wanted to get out of bed and leave here. However, with his current situation, getting out of bed was still a bit difficult, mainly because it was too painful.

When I moved my body, it was like scraping bones and skins, and I broke out in cold sweat from the pain.

At this moment, his "Polaroid" cell phone rang.

He was taken aback for a moment, then took out his mobile phone and looked at the unfamiliar number on the phone.

This phone number is known only to Will Smith.

hesitated, he answered the phone, and then he heard that it was not Will Smith, but Christian.

"Mr. Zhou Yang, I'm coming to China... Where are you?"

"I'm at Yanjing People's Hospital... Christian, how did you know this number?"

"Wait until I come over."

"it is good."

After about an hour or so, he was fully armed and pushed Christian, who was wrapped up like a zongzi, to the door of the hospital ward.

When he came in, he sat in the chair with a very serious expression and looked at Zhou Yang: "Mr. Zhou Yang, I received a call from Mrs. Will Smith..."

"What did he say?"

"His situation seems to be very dangerous. Someone seems to be watching him. You guys have taken pictures of something amazing, haven't you?" Christian looked at Zhou Yang.

"..." Zhou Yang did not speak.

He was silent.

He knew there were some things to be careful about.

"Someone wants to pay a high price for that thing..." Christian continued after seeing Zhou Yang's appearance.

"I didn't shoot that video, it was..." Zhou Yang shook his head.

"I know you didn't shoot that thing, it was taken by a photographer named K. When the photographer named K was shooting something, someone in the base saw him. He seemed to be a black photographer, of course. , some eyewitnesses thought he was a white photographer, and some people in the military found some clues about him, and found that after he finished filming, he hurried back to Laomei with the photographic content that day. It was written down..." Christian looked at Zhou Yang very seriously.

"Mr. Christian, I want to know, what the **** are you doing?" Zhou Yang narrowed his eyes when he heard this, suddenly a little scared.

He is not a fool. When Christian said this, he instantly realized that this guy absolutely knew something, and at the same time, he realized that there was a mysterious force behind Christian.

This force is dangerous.

He suddenly became serious.

"I just want to maintain the justice in my heart. No one can stop the times. Sins must be exposed to the light. Innocent people cannot die in vain. We black people also have human rights! They are everywhere!" Christian suddenly became It is extremely serious, and although it is very light when speaking, it is full of chills.

Zhou Yang looked at Christian's seductive and righteous appearance, but felt very strange in his heart. For some reason, the words "translation by devils" suddenly appeared in his mind.

He is clearly white, but what he does is...

"Mr. Christian, I can give you the video, but instead of selling it, I can give it to the person behind it for free. I only have one request. This video has nothing to do with me!" Zhou Yang thought about it for a long time and finally said this sentence talk.

"Um?"

"Mr. Christian, no matter what, I don't want to be involved in anything in the future, I just want to make a good movie... Next, I probably won't come to Laomei for a long time!"

All the content in Zhou Yang's camera was called out, and then some key parts about himself were cut out from those materials for the first time. After watching it for a long time, after confirming that there was no problem, Zhou Yang deleted the original video in front of Christian. Clean and tidy.

After was deleted, he sent the edited version to Christian himself.

After Christian took over the video, he glanced at Zhou Yang.

"This is an era, and we are all unsung heroes in this era!" Christian glanced at Zhou Yang with a bright smile on his face.

"Mr. Christian, I want to ask, why did you do this?" Zhou Yang finally asked the question in his heart.

"I also have black blood, and my maternal grandfather is black..." When Christian showed a smile, under Zhou Yang's astonishment, Christian put on a hat and mask, continued to look bloated, and then lowered his head: "Mr. Zhou Yang, we will not forget your kindness. This era needs people like you. No matter what you do, we will do our best to help you in the future..."

"No, I don't want to do anything..."

Christian was very emotional, while Zhou Yang shook his head seriously.

Christian helped him so much before, but now they've got both.

Late at night.

Zhou Yang was lying on the bed and had a dream.

In the dream, he seemed to smell a fragrant smell.

seems to have a pair of hands beside him…

He opened his eyes suddenly...

"Boss An?"

There are only two changes today. Some content in the previous chapters needs to be revised. If I don't change it, I am afraid that the book will be lost

(end of this chapter)

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