Chapter three hundred and sixty hospital and nurse outfit
The big red apple took off its clothes, revealing the yellow-white flesh, and then was cut into eight pieces. Liu Tianxian chose the best-looking piece and stuffed it into Fang Yi's mouth. The dignified director was forced on the hospital bed.
Not allowed to go anywhere.
Liu Tianxian coaxed her like a child:
"ah--"
Fang Yi argued: "I'm fine."
"Eat first."
Fang Yi chewed up the apple and swallowed it, "I'm really fine."
Liu Tianxian's brows were like two fading mountains in an ink painting, pressed together, very thick yet light. She rolled her eyes at Fang Yi:
"Before the results come out, I won't believe anything you say. Even if it's okay, you have to stay still."
Fang Yi said anxiously, "But what should the crew do? Are they waiting all day in vain?"
"Don't you have Guo Fan? He doesn't like filming those romantic scenes, but he likes scenes in the shed... Only when you leave will he have a chance to show off." At this point, Liu Tianxian said patiently, "
Fang Yi, what you hit was not somewhere else, but your head. I heard from Sister Zhen that you might go into a submarine later and run thousands of meters under. If you had even a little hidden injury, the show would still be good.
Do it?"
She affirmed, "This is a multi-department cooperation that you carefully planned. You started it, but it doesn't completely belong to you now... There are so many people up and down working for you, are you willing to let them down?"
Fang Yi had no idea, he looked around boredly, his mouth was dry, "Then continue eating apples."
Liu Tianxian chuckled and said, "Fang Yi, you are quite able to adjust."
"What if I don't? You won't let me make a movie anymore. Now that I've come, let's just make peace with it."
"If you like eating apples, I will buy an orchard in the future. It won't be too many, and I will just plant dozens or hundreds of trees - just like the senior named Taohong, who planted them just for myself."
"You won't spend all the money you earn on these places, right?"
Liu Tianxian came over and said, "Will Fang Yi be the person who manages the family's accounts in the future?"
"——Wait a minute, where is this going?"
This ward is a special ward arranged by Han Sanping for Fang Yi from the leaders. Fang Yi is the only one in the large room, and the area is spacious.
Han Sanping was very afraid that Fang Yizhen would lose his mind and shatter his dream of multi-department cooperation. Han Sanping would step down as chairman of China Film Group in about 2013. He originally planned to find a private unit to work as a high-paying review consultant and start a "rotation"
Follow the path of "door" and cash in the connections you have made over the years into real money.
Now that Fang Yi has shown him the possibility of further progress, he should work hard and serve as a servant for a few more years.
Therefore, all the treatment he received from Fang Yi was beyond the standard. He only hoped that Fang Yi could handle this matter beautifully and not be a favor to the literary and art circles.
Fang Yi asked again: "Apart from you who knows the news, does anyone else know it?"
"Of course I don't know. Even if I know, Director Han won't let them talk, and no news will be spread."
"Where's the nurse? Why didn't the nurse come? Shouldn't there be a dedicated nurse to accompany her?"
"Okay, Fang Yi! Didn't you say it's okay? I am your nurse. Could it be that...you like nurse uniforms?"
Her face was red and ashamed, "You have finally exposed your true nature."
Fang Yi said helplessly: "My character expression depends on how much room Dian Niang gives me."
——Soon, the nurse came, and brought Fang Yi’s resident doctor with him. The man introduced himself excitedly and opened a detailed list, and Fang Yi followed the items one by one.
CT, MRI, blood test...
The whole noon was spent on this. Two hours later, Liu Tianxian helped Fang Yi get the report. As expected, nothing happened. The two of them went to the resident doctor together.
The resident rubs his hands and organizes his words:
"Mild concussion...how serious is it? Basically, there is no problem. Please pay attention to your recovery...However, you can't rest assured. You still need to take good care of your body and reduce your work intensity...In addition..."
Fang Yi: "Doctor, don't play riddles. I'm not a veteran cadre who's going to die soon. Just tell me what's going on."
The resident doctor found a mineral water bottle that he had handy, raised it and drank half of the water, and then smashed it on his head.
Of course that's no big deal.
Fang Yi suddenly understood, "Is this a mild concussion?"
The resident doctor nodded.
Fang Yi stood up and said: "Then why are we going through all the trouble? Let's just leave the hospital. For such a trivial matter, we have to go to the ambulance. It will be ridiculous to talk about it in the future!"
Liu Tianxian came out with him and closed the door. She said regretfully, "I only stayed with him all afternoon...I didn't even have time to change into a nurse's uniform."
"As I said, this was not allowed by the review of this book."
——As a result, I had difficulties when going through the discharge procedures.
Han Sanping called and advised him to stay in the ward for a few more days and check everything up and down. "It's not easy to go to Jiaolong. Instead of checking again then, it's better to check everything now, just in case you have anything."
Hidden problems that were not noticed before can also be solved together this time, so as not to delay the production of the program."
Fang Yi heard the implication of Han Sanping's words, "Master San, is this program already set?"
"Yes, you and Gong Wang, plus a submarine captain with sufficient underwater experience, there are three people in total. The program will be broadcast in the live news room of the news station, and there will also be related scientific research documentaries - Fang Yi, you are
We are the face of our literary and art circles, so show your face and steal some of their spotlight."
“Did Gong Wang and I write the popular science manuscript together, or what?”
"The TV station has written it a long time ago. It's really not up to us to use it. It seems that you have to be a guest photographer...the special director of the Jiaolong documentary."
Fang Yi: "This is really making the best use of everything."
Han Sanping told him: "Cherish the opportunity, there are many people who want to be used but can't help it."
Fang Yi didn't agree with this kind of talk. Since he couldn't leave the hospital, he simply stayed in and checked one by one, including his eyesight and height. Liu Tianxian also accompanied him to do his job as a nurse.
Provide him with good food and drink.
The two had fun in the hospital, treating this place as their dating place; occasionally going to the next door ward to listen to the old man boasting about his skills from decades ago, and to collect information.
There is an old man who participated in the Korean War and is the king of bragging in the hospital:
"We received the mission to intercept the Yankees' 1st Marine Division. At that time, our company was behind the Yankees. We only had millet, rifles, and a pair of old legs. The Yankees had cars and ran fast, but they had a lot of heavy equipment.
, they were unwilling to abandon a division's equipment and insisted on taking it all away, because we are in dire need of equipment. If we get that division's equipment, it would be no different than annihilating them all..."
The old man spoke vividly.
Fang Yi asked: "Then how did you get up there? How can a person outrun the car?"
The old man's eyes seemed to have traveled through time, and he became stunned, "Rely on what? Rely on a pair of legs."
"Fly over?"
"Fly on two legs. March at all costs through the mountains and forests of North Korea. They are walking on crooked dirt roads. We climb mountains one after another, climb in front to block them, and fire cold guns to blow up their
They started building the road again...for days and nights, they didn't know sleepiness or suffering, they just knew they had to complete the task..."
Fang Yi imagined a group of people wearing shabby clothes, becoming fewer and fewer in the ice and snow forest, and gradually disappearing into a foreign country.
His expression became serious: "Wouldn't a lot of people die if we do this?"
"It's normal for people to die, young man. In that kind of environment, it's normal for people to die... There are 98 people in our company, but only one person survived, and that's me in front of you."
The old man stopped here, unable to speak any more, and burst into tears. Upon seeing this, the nurse gently shook her head and motioned for the others to leave.
Fang Yi dropped the words, "I'll listen to your story next time."
The old man swallowed more and said, "I heard they said you were the director?"
"right."
"That," the old man hesitated. He stuck out his head and squeezed out a smile to Fang Yi. The wrinkles on his face were etched with deep spots, like solidified brown bullet holes where he had been shot.
"Are you interested in listening to my story? I'll tell you next time."
"It's a deal."
——This day happened to be when Fang Yi was discharged from the hospital. Sister Zhen made an appointment for him to be interviewed by Forbes China magazine. In order to save time, the reporter was said to be already in his car.
Liu Tianxian, who was already fascinated by cosplay, said goodbye to him gloomily, "Fang Yi, just wait for me to come find you."
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
My great-grandfather was in the Korean War. According to my father, my great-grandfather never talked about the Korean War after he came back. Once when he was pressed by a junior, he just said, "Many people died, so many people."
In the 1980s, my great-grandfather committed suicide because of what others considered trivial matters. Now that I think about it, he may have been traumatized by the war after that and his personality changed.
