There are no explosions happening anytime and anywhere.
There is no small space and a dark world that is almost desperate.
There is no suffocating feeling like you can't breathe fresh air even if you open your mouth.
In the white single ward, Zhou Yang looked at the ceiling and took a deep breath.
Soon after the soldiers and war reporters came, they left again.
Because of the sequelae of blood loss, Zhou Yang's body had no strength, but his spirit was very good. After escaping from death, he felt that everything around him was full of freshness and beauty. He even heard keenly not far away
There are crisp chirping sounds 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. 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 felt no pain at all.
There was a feeling that the skin and flesh all over his body was being cut open with a blade and salt was sprinkled on it. He gasped, and the pain in his whole body was so painful that Zhou Yang almost fainted.
In the end, he 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 examined them carefully.
Thinking of each video and scene after scene, Zhou Yang suddenly started to get chills down his spine...
In order to pursue a certain sense of reality, in order to satisfy the obsessive-compulsive disorder of the literary youth that comes from nowhere in my heart, the price is really too high.
"Dong dong dong!"
"Come in, um, Doctor Zhao?"
Zhou Yang turned off his laptop, hid the laptop and camera under his pillow, and saw the ward door slowly being pushed open.
He saw the person clearly and was pleasantly surprised. Regardless of the pain, he sat upright immediately.
The person who came was Zhao Kongliang, who used to be Zhou Yang's father's attending physician and had helped Zhou Yang during his most difficult time.
After meeting on March 9 last year, the two had not seen each other for a year.
"Haha, lie down well. 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.
"Dr. Zhao, sit, sit, sit..." Zhou Yang nodded repeatedly.
A drop of water's kindness should be repaid by a spring. Zhou Yang met many noble people in his life, and Zhao Kongliang was one of them.
Zhao Kongliang sat down, glanced at the scars on Zhou Yang's hands, and then looked away.
He didn't ask how Zhou Yang was injured, nor where Zhou Yang went. He naturally knew that there were some things he should ask and some things he shouldn't ask.
After sitting down, he chatted with Zhou Yang about some past events and how touching he was when "Under the Mine" was released.
As we chatted, we unconsciously started talking about Zhou Yang’s father when he was in the hospital...
The atmosphere began to change from relaxed at first to a bit dull and depressing.
When talking about the bed next door to Zhou Yang's father, Zhou Yang learned from Dr. Zhao Kongliang that the patient, who was only about 30 years old, finally left the hospital during the Chinese New Year this year because he could not afford the treatment...
Zhou Yang's expression suddenly became very sad.
That young man is only thirty years old!
"I remember it was 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 experiencing hardship and despair, he finally achieved something, but other people who are struggling are not as lucky as Zhou Yang.
"Director Zhou..."
"ah?"
“Would you be interested in making a movie about patients?”
"ah?"
"Last year, the hospital's three-year plan included a plan to shoot hospital promotional videos to help patients improve their confidence. Now this project has been officially launched. If you are interested..."
"I probably won't make a promotional film..." Zhou Yang shook his head and looked out the window for a long time: "However, maybe I will make another movie about patients..."
"what movie?"
"It's just a concept..."
"Okay, if it meets our hospital plan, I will apply with the leader for the following."
"Uh-huh."
Then Zhao Kongliang chatted with Zhou Yang about other topics. After the conversation, Zhao Kongliang stood up and left.
Zhou Yang looked at the huge single room, his eyes flashing with confusion.
When he lay back on the bed again, countless memories surged through his mind over and over again like a tide.
He closed his eyes...
Somehow, those memories became clearer and more unforgettable, and Zhou Yang could even vaguely hear waves of familiar voices coming from his ears.
Zhou Yang suddenly began to feel tired. He closed his eyes and finally fell into a deep sleep.
……………………
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 to be quiet in a place like a hospital.
Cries, pleas, pain...
These sounds lingered in Zhou Yang's ears all the time.
Zhou Yang suddenly felt very irritable. He wanted to get out of bed and leave. However, given his current situation, it was still a bit difficult to get out of bed, mainly because it was too painful.
Moving my body felt like scraping my bones and skin, and the pain made me break out in a cold sweat.
At this moment, his "Baoli" mobile phone rang.
He was stunned for a moment, then immediately took out his cell phone and looked at the unfamiliar number on the phone.
Only Will Smith knows this mobile phone number.
After hesitating for a moment, he answered the phone, and then he heard that it was not Will Smith on the phone, but Christian.
"Mr. Zhou Yang, I have come to China...where are you?"
"I'm at Yanjing People's Hospital...Christian, how did you know this number?"
"Let's talk about it after I come over."
"good."
About an hour later, Christian, fully armed and wrapped like a rice dumpling, pushed open the door of the hospital ward.
When he came in, he sat on the chair and looked at Zhou Yang with an extremely serious expression: "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 monitoring him. You took some amazing photos, didn't you?" Christian looked at Zhou Yang.
"..." Zhou Yang said nothing.
He was silent.
He understands that some things must be taken with caution.
"Someone wants to buy that thing at a high price..." Christian continued after seeing Zhou Yang's appearance.
"I didn't take that video, it was..." Zhou Yang shook his head.
"I know that the thing was not taken by you, but by a photographer named K. When the photographer named K was taking the picture, someone in the base saw him. He seemed to be a black photographer. Of course
, some eyewitnesses thought he was a white photographer, and someone from the military also found some clues about him, and found that after he finished shooting, he hurried back to the United States that day with the photographic content, and his flight was
It was written down..." Christian looked at Zhou Yang seriously.
"Mr. Christian, I want to know, what on earth are you going to do?" Zhou Yang narrowed his eyes when he heard this, suddenly feeling a little frightened.
He was not a fool. When Christian said these words, he instantly realized that this guy definitely knew something. At the same time, he also realized that there was a mysterious force behind Christian.
This power is dangerous.
He suddenly became serious.
"I just want to safeguard the justice in my heart. No one can stop the times. Crime must be exposed in the light. Innocent people cannot die in vain. We black people also have human rights! They are everywhere!" Christian suddenly became
He was extremely serious, and although he spoke very softly, he was full of solemnity.
Zhou Yang looked at Christian's righteous appearance, but felt very strange in his heart. For some reason, the words "Japanese translator" suddenly appeared in his mind.
He is obviously white, but what he does is...
"Mr. Christian, I can give you the video not for sale but for free to the person behind it. I have only one request. This video has nothing to do with me!" Zhou Yang thought for a long time and finally said this.
talk.
"Um?"
"Mr. Christian, no matter what happens in the future, I don't want to be involved in anything. I just want to make a good movie... I probably won't come to the United States for a long time!"
Zhou Yang retrieved all the content from the camera, and then immediately cut out some key parts about himself from those materials. After watching it for a long time and confirming that there was no problem, Zhou Yang deleted the original video in front of Christian.
Clean and tidy.
After deleting it, he personally sent the cut version to Christian.
After Christian took the video, he glanced at Zhou Yang.
"This is an era, and we are all the unsung heroes of this era!" Christian glanced at Zhou Yang, with a bright smile on his face.
"Mr. Christian, I would like to ask, why did you do this?" Zhou Yang finally asked the question in his mind.
"I also have black ancestry, my maternal grandfather is black..." When Christian showed a smile, at Zhou Yang's surprise, Christian put on a hat and mask, continued to look bloated, and then lowered his head:
"Mr. Zhou Yang, we will never 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, but Zhou Yang shook his head seriously.
Christian had helped him so much before, but now they were settled.
……………
Late at night.
Zhou Yang had a dream while lying on the bed.
In his dream, he seemed to smell a fragrant smell.
There seems to be a pair of hands beside me...
He opened his eyes suddenly...
"Mr. An?"
There are only two updates today. Some content in the previous chapters needs to be revised. If I don’t change it, I’m afraid the book will be gone.