Ding Cheng also breathed a sigh of relief, to say that the first scene was the most difficult, to decide whether he could enter the role, if the state was not right, then everything had to be repeated.

The first time I played against a top actor, it really felt very cool. Compared with Ding Yong, Xu Wenzheng is more delicate, especially the handling of details, which is precise and layered, and has a great feeling.

According to the script, Xu Wenzheng's father also had cancer, and hundreds of thousands of medical expenses also made him desperate, only by being there in person could he deeply understand the pain of others.

The screenwriter's meaning is to push the protagonist into the abyss layer by layer, forcing him to have no way out but to take risks.

In the next scene, Ding Cheng sat under a big tree, eating a boxed lunch, and watched a group of patients' family members standing in front of an international pharmaceutical company not far away holding banners and protesting.

There was excitement over there, but Ding Cheng's face was indifferent, and he didn't raise his head and ate a boxed lunch. Suddenly the crowd clashed with the security guard, Ding Cheng raised his head, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and suddenly the mobile phone rang, and after listening to it, he carefully put away the lunch box with a few mouthfuls left, and left quickly.

"This is Grenin, the first molecule targeted drug for anti-cancer developed by Novartis in Switzerland. Ding Cheng sat opposite Xu Wenzheng, carefully put a small bag of yellow pills in front of him, and introduced: "Before it came out, chronic myeloid leukemia was regarded as a terminal disease, but after the birth of Grenin, our survival rate has been increased to more than 85%, and the quality of life is almost the same as that of normal people!"

Xu Wenzheng held the pill in the palm of his hand, not at all careless as before, as if what he was holding in his hand was a life-saving baby.

Ding Cheng obviously felt the change in the other party's attitude, as if grasping a life-saving straw, he took out stacks of thick materials, and analyzed carefully: "Due to patent protection, it cannot be imitated in China, and the price of a box of imported medicine is as high as 37,000!"

"In India, the government does not recognize the patent protection of drugs, and pharmaceutical companies can legally produce generic drugs, and the price of a box of Gleevec in India is currently only 500, which is 500 yuan for you right. ”

"But smuggling is punishable by jail time. Xu Wenzheng took a deep breath, looked at the various materials in front of him, and muttered to himself, "Is there no other way?"

Ding Cheng sighed, took out seven or eight medicine bottles from his bag, and displayed: "This is called hydroxyurea, about 200 pieces a month, and its effect is to kill the abnormal reproduction of white blood cells, treating the symptoms but not the root cause." After eating for a period of time, people will develop drug resistance, and they can only start to inject interferon, which is similar to hydroxyurea, but the drug is more effective. ”

"For our patients, it is not just a matter of cheapness to buy Indian medicine. Many black-hearted drug dealers mix paracetamol with flour and package it as fake Gleevec. I don't know that some patients spent a lot of money, and finally bought fake medicines made of pure flour. ”

"I had no choice but to continue to inject interferon, and my body was full of needles for a few years. Ding Cheng rolled up his sleeves, his arms were full of holes, many of them had suppurated, and he couldn't bear to look at them directly.

Seeing Xu Wenzheng frowning, he put down his sleeves with a wry smile, and said helplessly: "The pain is over with gritted teeth and endure, it doesn't matter, but the effect is getting worse and worse." I have progressed to the accelerated phase and can only choose chemotherapy. ”

took out a yellow pill from the bag, held it up in front of Xu Wenzheng's eyes, and said word by word: "This pill is 200 yuan, and it is more expensive than fucking gold in terms of weight, so let's just call it Golden Doudou, don't you think it looks like?"

Xu Wenzheng stared at the pill, silent, his expression was very entangled, maybe he thought of his seriously ill father, or he could think of his son who was about to be taken out of the country, he suddenly slapped his thigh, gritted his teeth and said, "I'll do it!"

At the end of this scene, Xu Wenzheng changed the set, according to the script, Xu Wenzheng was going to India to buy medicine, and the director first filmed the scene of Ding Cheng doing chemotherapy in the hospital, showing the pain and torture of cancer for patients for the first time, Xu Wenzheng and Makino were very much looking forward to Ding Cheng's performance.

Ding Cheng was lying on the hospital bed, his whole body was immobilized, the medicine gradually entered his body, the camera gave a close-up of his face, and his pale face endured fear.

At first, the pain was unbearable, the muscles on his face kept trembling, his head was full of beads of sweat, and the corners of his mouth twitched, as if his stomach was turning upside down, and he gritted his teeth and didn't dare to spit it out.

This was followed by heart-rending pain, especially in the stomach, as if directly drinking a large vat of sulfuric acid, down the throat and eyes to the esophagus, the whole stomach boiled, and streams of acid poured upward......

Desperately gritted his teeth and swallowed the contents of his mouth hard again and again!

In less than five minutes, Ding Cheng in the camera was soaked, his face was as pale as paper, and his lips were becoming more and more purple. What is called chemotherapy, not so much killing cancer cells, in fact, healthy cells die more, more ruthless than the seven wounds.

In the long run, it is liver poisoning, and then the whole body organ failure, and many people can't survive it and are tossed to death.

Xu Wenzheng and Muye in front of the monitor, their whole bodies tensed, clenching their fists tightly, Ding Cheng in the camera reacted so realistically, anyone who watched it had an illusion of empathy.

In the end, the nurse pushed the instrument and left, leaving only Ding Cheng, who was stunned, like a broken flower and a willow baptized by a storm, without the slightest hope of living in his eyes, and his heart collapsed on the bed like ashes.

"Dad, Dad, does it still hurt this time?" Xiaohu, who played the son, ran over, gently touched Ding Cheng's face with his little hand, and his wife stood silently behind him, secretly wiping away her tears, and she didn't know how to comfort her husband?

"Come on, it won't hurt to eat an orange!"

Ding Cheng reluctantly leaned on the edge of the bed, opened his mouth, and hid the orange that his son had opened with his own hands in his mouth. Pretending to chew hard a few times, he squeezed out a smile and said, "It's delicious, Dad doesn't hurt anymore." ”

sent his son out to play, took the statement from his wife's hand, and comforted: "Don't worry, the person I'm looking for will have news immediately, and I will be able to get the medicine soon, and I will ...... when the time comes."

Suddenly I couldn't help it, crawled directly on the head of the bed, and vomited desperately.