The final diagnosis was not much different from Nattel's previous guess, perhaps because of the experience of fighting and beating, Theolod's fracture was indeed not misplaced, but a crack in the bone. By the way, the plank also cut a wound on his arm that was visible to the deepest bone, causing him to have several stitches and a plaster cast.

When the doctors and nurses left, only Theorod and Natel were left in the ward. The effect of the local anesthetic had not yet passed, and Theolod did not feel any pain at all. He lay on his bed looking at the ceiling, while Natel leaned against the window and looked out. This eerie silence lasted for an unknown amount of time, and was not broken until Theolod took the initiative to speak.

"I know you're angry, Nat. Theorod turned his head to look at Nattell's face.

Natel glanced at Theolod and quickly looked away: "I didn't. ”

Theorod looked at him and smiled without saying a word.

“…… Well, there is a point. ”

The people in the hospital bed were still staring at him.

“…… Well, I'm actually quite angry. ”

"I'm sorry. Theolod then looked at the ceiling and sighed softly.

The man standing by the window of the ...... did not say anything.

"I know that my acting with an injury must make you very unhappy, and I'm sorry I don't care so much about myself, because I care more about acting than I do about acting. So I can't just stop like that, in fact I can't stop it, if a scene is not finished, I can't give up in the middle of the ...... until the director shouts 'cut'"

"I understand. ”

It's one thing to understand, it's another to accept it.

Theolod suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Actually, sometimes, it's me who is more annoyed than being angry with you. Nattle stood by the window, watching the people come and go in the hospital garden, his eyes open to the point where he couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

Theorod looked at him with some surprise.

"I'm your assistant, I should have checked the security of those devices beforehand, but I didn't, in fact I didn't even know what an assistant was supposed to do. ”

"Natle, you don't have to ......"

Seeing that Natel seemed to have fallen into some kind of self-blame misunderstanding, Theolod sat up, and was just about to enlighten the child, when a knock on the door interrupted his comfort. He had no choice but to keep his mouth shut and whispered, "Please come in."

It was Marshall, who left all his work as soon as he learned that Theolod was injured, and rushed over non-stop. However, it was obvious that he had learned about Theolod's condition from the doctor before entering the ward, so his face was not bad, but there was still a sense of reproach in his eyes.

"I've taken care of the paparazzi outside the hospital. This was Marshall's first sentence after entering the door, he didn't like to reveal Theorod's scars straight to the point, so he chose the road of curvy to save the country, he went straight to the window, looked at the garden downstairs, suddenly squinted slightly, and slammed the curtains slammed, "There are paparazzi down here, you pulled the curtains so big, are you worried that they won't take enough pictures?"

Marshall glanced up and down at Nattel, who was leaning against the wall like a boneless, and his tone was reprimanding: "Presumably you are the assistant that Theo is looking for? I can see that you are definitely not engaged in the entertainment industry before, although I don't know how you got this kind of job as an outsider, but if you still want to keep your job, from now on, you must have a nose that can sniff out the paparazzi." ”

"I didn't blame the past just now, after all, it is impossible for all the paparazzi to write the words 'paparazzi' on their faces waiting for you, a newcomer, to find out. But, now, you have to tell me what you were doing before and after Theo's accident? Didn't you check the safety of those devices? That alone can fire you right now instead of Theo. ”

In the past few years, not only Theorod has become a new Hollywood star, but even Marshall, who was previously down, has finally explored a way out in his career. At this time, his body is gradually dyed with the elite shadow of Marshall in Theorod's world, which makes it difficult to connect him with the sloppy and unlucky guy who almost slept on the street more than two years ago. As Theorod's agent, he is indeed entitled to fire Nattle and then find Theorod a new veteran assistant.

If it were in normal times, Natel in Theolod's "memory" would have smashed the vase on the table next to him at this moment, and if he didn't do anything, he might have viciously confronted Marshall with a few fucking words. But at this moment, Natel just stood aside with his head down, silently listening to Marshall's reprimand, which made Theolod have to open his mouth to persuade: "Marshall, the responsibility for the accident on the set is not only on an actor's assistant, you have to understand this. ”

"Yes, there is also the responsibility of the crew, and I will pursue the responsibility on their side on the way here. That's right, your agent is very efficient now, the compensation of the □□ H company will not be less than 200,000, and your medical expenses will be borne by them, Alex also said that all your scenes will be arranged at the end, and you can rest assured in terms of filming. Marshall said, ignoring Nattel, and sat down in a chair beside Theorod.

Theolod looked at his agent, then at his friend, and perhaps realized something, and suddenly said to Nattell, "Nat, could you please go out and buy me a cup of coffee?"

"You have a good rest. Natel nodded, walked out of the room, and closed the door.

After making sure that Nattle was gone, Marshall said to Theorod: "Give me a reason, Theo, even Hiss's assistant is better than this Nathaniel Pop." If you make up your mind to find an assistant, you can sue me, and I'll help you find someone who is more reliable, you see, isn't the one I found for Hiss very good? ”

"Marshall, you probably forgot, we were all newcomers at first, now look at you, look at me. No one can be perfect when they first get their hands on something, and you've been in Hollywood for more than 20 years, and I've been in a chaotic neighborhood for 16 years, and we're not in a position to be any newcomer. ”

After two years with Theorod, if at first Marshall admired his unfazed words in such a mature manner, now he can already discern his true intentions from the child's preachy tone-"You kid is enough, leave the big truth to your fans, you don't know if you're protecting your shortcomings?" Let me guess who that kid is...... Are you good friends in North Las Vegas?"

"He needed a new www.biquge.info. Theorod admitted Marshall's words in disguise.

"But you can't put yourself in it, Theo, I always thought that your maturity and sensibility wouldn't make me worry too much, but you are really too willful in this matter, why don't you consult with your agent in advance when hiring an assistant? If you want to help your friend, you can sue me, I can let him be a small assistant in my company, starting from an inconsequential job, as long as it is not your assistant. ”

"Do you know what kind of process a celebrity's assistant has to do in every way? From the smallest tea and water delivery to your personal safety itinerary, you have to be good at everything, and now Pop will only add to your burden, and even, just like today, make trouble. I heard that you were rescued after filming that scene, right? Alex, that fat man, too, your assistant did not strongly ask to stop filming, as a director, why didn't he, as a director, make a decision immediately? As the leader of the set, a director should choose to protect the safety of the crew on the set as soon as possible when an accident occurs, otherwise how can he convince his own people. ”

When Theolod heard this, he rubbed his eyebrows with some headache and sighed: "That's what I insisted on, Marshall, I don't blame Alex, I don't blame Nattel." ”

Marshall disagreed: "Theo, I understand that acting is your life, but your body is the capital of your life, if you really care about acting, and hope to play more roles you like in the future, you should care more about your body." Overdrawing or even abusing one's own body for the sake of performance is not respect for performance, but a form of blasphemy. Where did the boy who dragged me out of the mire run away, and why do you, who are so calm and rational in other things, start to get confused when you come across the play?"

Marshall's questioning made Theolod bow his head, and he looked at the cast on his right hand silently, without saying a word. In fact, he knew in his heart that what Marshall said was right, he knew that acting was not the same as self-harm, but when he looked at his injured arm and thought of everything during the shooting, he did not regret it at all, and he even felt that it was very worthwhile.

Maybe no one can understand why he chose to do this, but when a person has something he really loves and has a dream that he desires, he will understand what others are crazy to give a qiē for. For others, dreams may be just a pursuit, but for Theorod......

It is a kind of poison/product, a kind of poison/product that he can't quit in his previous life, in this life, and in the next life. Any addict becomes undignified and vulnerable in the face of drugs, and can sacrifice his own qiē for them, including Theorod.

Otherwise, when he knew that depression was likely to kill him, why did he choose to be an actor without hesitation?

"Hey, forget it, you bastard boy looks sane, but in fact you're a madman, how did I get into your difficult lord. Theolod's indifference gave Marshall a little headache, he glanced at the vibrating phone, and said to him, "Don't think about it, take a good rest, I'll answer the phone, and the person who comes is either your director or your grandmother." ”

Marshall said, leaving the ward.

I don't know how long later, the door of the ward was pushed open again. Theolod thought it was Natl who went but turned it back, but he found out that it was his psychiatrist.

Another difficult Lord. Theolod sighed inwardly. Seeing that the other party had been standing by the door without making a sound, just staring at him with scrutinizing eyes, he had no choice but to speak:

"I know you have something to say, so let's get straight to the point. ”

"Then you should know what I'm trying to say. ”

"You know what I mean, it can't be. ”

"You're more stubborn than any patient I've ever met, Mr. Lechte, and I can't threaten anyone you care about telling you about it, because that's a damn non-disclosure agreement. ”

"You could have chosen to quit your doctor's job, I wouldn't mind. ”

"Then why did you want to find a psychiatrist in the first place?"

"......" because deep in his heart, he still has a little luxury, and he can still be cured, not so hopeless.

Herman leaned against the door with his chest crossed, blocking the glass on the door, and his action undoubtedly prevented anyone who wanted to enter the room. After a moment of silence, he seemed to sigh: "Okay, you say, what do you want." ”

“…… What do you mean?"

"I can't leave you, I'm not going to back down, and you can't leave the show, that's a problem, because obviously your crux of the problem is acting. You can't ask me to cure you without letting you give up being an actor, and this possibility is almost non-existent. So you sue me directly, Mr. Lechte, there is no pretense, no deception, you just have to sue me the voice of your heart, say what you ask of me as a psychiatrist, take your money, and I will naturally do it for you. ”

Just say it, Theo, what do you want this doctor to do?

"I need, no, I ask you, Dr. Herman Locke, to drag me out of every step of the play so that I can move on to the next role, I ask you to stop thinking about how to keep me alive, but how to make me perform better, I ask you to hide this, at least until I finally go to the grave, and the world will only remember me as a great performer, not a suicidal depressed person. ”

Theolod looked up at Herman. In the state of "rehiding" he said, Theolod's face was only solemn and indifferent, his eyes were like two sharp blades, and under the depths of the dead silence was a merciless cold light, and at that moment, the king's edge was revealed.

Does this mean that he should abandon the belief that doctors will help the world and save the common people, and become a quack doctor who helps patients dig their own graves?

This madman.

"Yes, sir. ”

After a few seconds of silence, Herman's unusually crisp answer rang out in the room.

Herman got up, left the room, and closed the door gently.

But the moment he turned around, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, slowly walked towards the elevator at the end of the corridor, and when he passed a corner, he opened his mouth lightly without squinting.

"Hold your coffee in your hand, son, Mr. Lechter is a smart man. ”

His voice was soft, but still clear to the ears of the man hiding around the corner.