In a hospital in Shanghai, Zhang Bin was lying quietly on the bed. As a leukemia patient, he was used to life in the hospital.
This is not a single ward, there are other patients, but they don't have the same disease.
For other people, being hospitalized is not much worse than staying in a hotel. You can eat and drink when you need to, play with your mobile phone and watch TV series when you have nothing to do. Apart from being sick, it is much more comfortable than working or going to school.
But Zhang Bin had no intention of playing with his mobile phone. He just lay on the bed blankly with empty eyes.
At noon, Zhang Bin's father brought lunch and walked to the bedside with concern on his face.
"Binbin, how are you feeling today? I just asked the doctor and he said that you are recovering very well and you will be discharged from the hospital in two days and go home to recuperate. Director Li also said that as long as you treat your disease well, you can be cured.
Cured."
Father Zhang said as he took out the food from the thermos bucket, looking very happy.
There is no need to stay hospitalized for leukemia, and whether or not he is discharged has no meaning to Zhang Bin. As for the last half of his father's sentence, he simply ignored it. He had said it so many times.
Zhang Bin sat up and took the thermos bucket from his father, "Where's Dad, Mom?"
"Your mother." Zhang's father was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly handed the spoon to his son and said with a smile, "Your mother worked overtime at noon today and asked me to deliver the food. Tomorrow... your mother will deliver it tomorrow.
"
"Dad." Zhang Bin called softly.
Father Zhang said quickly, "What's wrong? The food doesn't taste good. I haven't cooked for a while."
"Mom went to the morgue to move the body?"
"What are you kiddo talking about? Bah... what about a corpse... it's unlucky and unlucky."
"I know everything, Dad."
Father Zhang lowered his head, "Hey, your mother is doing it for you too. The salary of the nursing staff is high, two or three times higher than that of the cleaning staff in the previous community. I can also get paid to help out in the morgue occasionally."
Zhang Bin did not continue to dwell on this, and asked again, "Dad, how much money does our family owe in total?"
"It's not much. Didn't I tell you? Your second uncle and two uncles only have tens of thousands of dollars. They are not in a hurry to use it. You don't have to worry about the money. You can cure the disease for us." Father Zhang said.
Take it easy.
"I heard that night that our family owed a total of more than 300,000 yuan," Zhang Bin said.
Father Zhang was silent.
Zhang Bin also fell silent, didn't say anything, and continued to eat.
Father Zhang carefully observed his son's reaction, and when he saw that there was nothing unusual about him, he was relieved. After eating and taking a lunch break, he fell asleep next to the hospital bed.
I don't know how long it took, but Zhang's father suddenly felt someone shaking him hard. He woke up immediately and looked at the person with a confused face.
Before he could ask about the situation, the other party said anxiously, "Lao Zhang, your son is about to jump off the roof of the hospital!"
What!
Father Zhang jumped up suddenly, looking at the empty hospital bed, his mind went blank.
No wonder...no wonder!
Zhang's father ran out of the ward like crazy, went to the roof, and immediately saw a group of patients, doctors, security guards, and his son standing on the edge of the rooftop.
"Binbin! What are you doing...what are you doing!" Zhang's father was so angry that he cried and shouted at his son.
Seeing Zhang's father coming, the doctors who had been advising Zhang Bin's patients quickly advised him, "Young man, it's not a big deal to get sick. Technology is so advanced now that we can treat people who are sick. Don't worry about it."
"Yes, none of us are sick. The doctor is here. Listen to the doctor and everything will be fine."
"Look at your dad, it's not easy to raise you with all his hard work. Are you worthy of him?"
...
"Leukemia, there is no cure."
Zhang Bin shook his head and looked at his father, "Dad, I'm sorry."
More than half a month ago, when he was about to lose his support, he met Li Qian, the director of "I'm Not the God of Medicine" at the Grand Guangming Cinema. At that time, Li Qian told him that he could still be saved, and that leukemia patients like them could still be saved.
He can make a movie like "I'm Not the God of Medicine". If Zhang Bin believes in him, he can at least convince himself.
Immediately afterwards, his father learned from another leukemia patient in the hospital that a family member of the patient was helping others purchase Indo generic drugs. At that time, he thought he was really saved.
But then, the country changed a law, and everyone thought it was targeting generic drugs from India. The patient's family was so frightened that they stopped all transactions with everyone.
After being in despair for so long, he finally had hope, only to have it shattered immediately. He couldn't bear this feeling, and it directly defeated him.
No matter how others tried to persuade him, Zhang Bin just stood quietly on the edge of the rooftop. As long as he took one step forward, his family's nightmare could end.
After a while, Zhang's mother, wearing a nurse's uniform, also ran over in a panic. She worked as a nurse in the hospital and occasionally went to the morgue to help people move corpses. After long and intensive work, her body was not in good condition.
Mother, wailing "son", her eyes darkened and she fainted.
"Dad, take good care of my mother!"
After saying goodbye to his parents, Zhang Bin slowly turned around.
This action scared everyone to scream, and some people couldn't bear to close their eyes.
Just when he was about to jump, a doctor in a white coat suddenly rushed over from the stairs.
"Zhang Bin, don't be impulsive, listen to me."
"Director Li? You don't need to comfort me. Thank you for taking this time." Zhang Bin looked at his attending doctor with gratitude.
"Listen to me, listen to me, Zhang Bin, wait!" Director Li gasped for breath, picked up the mobile phone in his hand and faced Zhang Bin, and said loudly, "The official cabinet website has issued a notice, and the senior leaders have read it.
"I'm Not the God of Medicine" issued an instruction to reform the medical system!"
"What?" Zhang Bin was a little confused.
"The top leaders have spoken out and want medical reform!" Director Li repeated anxiously.
Health care reform?
These two words were the only ones left in Zhang Bin's mind, and the light returned to his empty eyes, and tears filled his eyes.
Li Qian didn't lie to me, can I be saved?
...
In an abandoned factory in Shanghai, a gathering place for leukemia patients that had always been lifeless, violent cheers suddenly erupted.
"With medical reform, we can be saved!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...He's saved!"
"Hahahaha... No need to wait to die anymore!"
"We need medical reform, we need medical insurance, we are saved!"
"It's been saved, it's been saved!" Li Zhenfu hugged his son, who was still a little dazed, and kept repeating those two words. His whole body was sobbing, and his son's collar was wet with tears.
.....
In a small Internet cafe in the suburbs, some gentle and thin young people suddenly slammed their hands on the keyboard.
"Hahahaha...I'm saved!"
Just as the people in the Internet cafe looked at him in shock, the young man lay on the table and cried loudly.
crazy?
Isn't it enough to play a game?
Everyone looked at each other in confusion. The Internet cafe owner looked at him from afar and did not dare to step forward.
After almost a minute, the young man suddenly raised his head and shouted, "I can go home, I want to go home." Then he ran out like crazy.
what's going on?
Everyone in the Internet cafe looked at me and I looked at you, but they still didn’t understand what was going on.
The boss was stunned for a moment before he realized what he was doing and started wailing.
"Damn it, I'm paying for Lao Zhi's keyboard. Why are you two still hanging around? Let's see what happens to the computer. Today's loss will be deducted from your wages!"
...
Leukemia patients, like in the movie, still have computers at home in 2002, but there are also many more like the group of patients who had their generic drugs confiscated by Cao Bin. A large group of patients rented in a dilapidated house, let alone computers.
, it would be good to be alive.
The news of the medical reform caused a wave of carnival on the Internet, and in corners of society that ordinary people could not reach, like the abandoned factory where Li Zhenguo and others settled, they were also venting crazily.
Although it is isolated from the world, no one can see it.
However, Li Qian felt that his mood had become more and more relaxed in the past two days, and he believed that the patients were the same as him.
He remembered all the leukemia patients he had seen during the road show, and the young patient who asked him if he could be saved.
"I have fulfilled my promise, and you are all saved."
Li Qian secretly said to himself that he had finally put this matter aside. He had done everything he could, and the rest would depend on the effectiveness of the government's health care reform.
As for me, I also had something to do. Han Sanping made an appointment to meet again. It was still the same place, and it was not a good thing to say.
"There are serious opinions from above this time. Optoelectronics will pay special attention to you."
"???" Li Qian was a little confused.
"Director Han, I didn't cause any trouble."
Han Sanping said angrily, "You didn't cause any trouble, but this incident happened because of you. The bosses are very passive."
"In other words, I entered the small book?"
Li Qian was a little helpless. All the famous directors in the industry were remembered by Optoelectronics.
Legend has it that there is a small book. Any director on the list will definitely receive extraordinary treatment for his films, and the review will be far more stringent than ordinary films. The typical example of this group of people is the sixth generation director.
There are also those who give the green light. Zhang Yimou and Cheng Kai are typical examples. They can basically enjoy the most relaxed review conditions.
Li Qian didn't expect that he, a serious commercial film director, would end up working on a small budget like the sixth-generation directors who never saw the light of day.
I am wronged!
Han Sanping shook his head, "Absolutely. If I had known that it would cause such a big public opinion, "I'm Not the God of Medicine" would definitely not have passed the review. If you make this type of film in the future, your treatment will be different. But
There are no restrictions on other types of films."
It turned out that a foot had stepped into the small book. Li Qian breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then I will pay more attention in the future. Thank you, Director Han."
"In the future?" Han Sanping's eyes narrowed, and his heartbeat quickened, "I advise you not to touch this kind of subject, at least within six or seven years, not only the Optoelectronics, Drug Administration, and Ministry of Health, your name is also
It has come to the ears of other departments that this matter has caused a big fuss, but you just don’t know about it, and no one wants to be fucked by you again."
What does it mean to be fucked by me???
Okay, Li Qian nodded repeatedly and then said, "By the way, Director Han, what's going on with Laihua? Now people on the Internet are guessing that they are going to invite an international killer to kill me. I've been so scared that I couldn't sleep in the past two days."