Zhang Xuefei walked to the hospital bed with red eyes.

On the hospital bed at this time, Ye Dong, who was wearing an oxygen mask, slowly opened his eyes.

looked at Ye Dong, who was pale.

The doctors looked at them with pity.

Zhang Xuefei couldn't hold back her tears.

Ye Dong looked at Qianying beside the bed.

"Snow Fly....... You ......"

The weak Ye Dong now seems to be a particularly laborious thing to speak.

Zhang Xuefei's eyes were filled with tears, holding Ye Dong's pale and cold hands.

"Ye Dong, it's me, I've come to see you."

Zhang Xuefei said softly.

"Snow Fly....... I ......."

The doctors also had red eyes.

This may be a confession of love before death.

Is this love?

It's just that this kind of love is sad.

Zhang Xuefei was teary-eyed, and tears fell on the hospital bed crackling.

"Ye Dong, if you have anything to say, just say it, I'm here, forever."

At this moment, Zhang Xuefei has already made up his mind.

As long as Ye Dong said those three words, she would not hesitate to agree to him, even if it was only to be a girlfriend for one day.

This should be Ye Dong's last words.

"You...... Can you help me get it...... Pen and paper? I want to write a screenplay. ”

As soon as this remark came out.

Everyone was stunned.

Zhang Xuefei looked even more incredible.

No one would have thought that a patient with advanced brain cancer would actually want to write a script at the end of his life.

"Ye Dong, you better have a good rest, and you will write when your condition is better, not to mention me." Zhang Xuefei bit her lip and said.

She knows very well how hard Ye Dong works to write a good script.

In just half a year, he has created more than 30 scripts, although none of them have been recognized by the teacher, but his fighting spirit makes Zhang Xuefei sincerely admire.

Sometimes, in order to conceive a bridge, even for several days without eating, drinking, sleeping, or eating, I forgot to sleep and eat.

Now like this, it doesn't have much value.

"Ye Dong, your body is very weak now, you better rest well."

Liu Wenping continued on the side.

"Yes, Ye Dong, you can rest well."

The little nurse on the side also said.

Listening to your words and my words, Ye Dong almost opened his mouth to scold his mother.

There was only an hour to go, and the guys wasted several minutes.

Only now can creation continue to live, and if you don't create, then you will really burp.

"Ahem, ahem, this is my dream, I can't give up, bring me paper and pen, I'm going to write a script..... Hurry up ......"

Ye Dong's voice was choppy, and he even had a heavy breathing sound when he spoke.

"Okay, you wait, I'll get it for you."

Zhang Xuefei got up and left the ward and walked out.

After all, this is Ye Dong's last wish, if he doesn't meet it, maybe he will die.

Writing a screenplay?

Zhang Xuefei didn't take it to heart.

When he was healthy, he had already written countless scripts, but now that he is weak, it is not so easy to write scripts.

After a while, Zhang Xuefei returned to the ward with a pen and paper.

"Help me..... I'm going to sit up. ”

Zhang Xuefei helped Ye Dong, and the nurses helped shake the hospital bed.

Although Ye Dong's posture was still lying down at this time, his forehead was already full of sweat.

The pressure and dizziness caused by the tumor made him feel pain in his heart every time he did a simple activity.

Trembling, he picked up the pen and wrote a few words crookedly on the manuscript paper.

"I am not the God of Medicine"!

He only had an hour to be awake, so even though he was dizzy, he still used his masterful creative skills.

See the name of the script on the manuscript paper.

Zhang Xuefei was slightly stunned.

Something didn't feel right.

Ye Dong is not perfecting the script, but recreating the script.

She had read all the scripts written by Ye Dong before.

There is no such one.

In order to make more money, he went back and forth several times to the magical country to smuggle the treasure of the god oil store, and the business of the health care product store operated by Cheng Yong was getting worse, and the date of paying rent was approaching, Cheng Yong could only hide XZ and play peek-a-boo with the landlord, and the rent could be delayed for a day.

After writing the first plot, Ye Dong was already sweating, and even his muscles were bursting out.

Every move is doing your best.

This kind of move shocked even Liu Wenping, an attending physician who has been in the industry for many years.

How strong can a person's obsession be.

From Ye Dong, he saw a person who was still chasing his dream at the end of his life.

Cheng Yong's health care store business has never improved, and the innkeeper next door brought a patient with chronic myelogenous leukemia to Cheng Yong.

This patient's name is Lu Yingying, and he needs to take 37,000 bottles of Grenin drugs for life, and Lu Yingying has the idea of generic drugs in the Magical Realm.

A bottle of Glenin imitated by the Magical Nation costs only 2,000 yuan, which is far lower than the price of 371 bottles of genuine Lenin in China.

The innkeeper knew that Cheng Yong had been to the magical country many times, so he introduced Cheng Yong to Lu Yingying.

Zhang Xuefei looked at Ye Dong in front of him who was in a cold sweat.

I couldn't help but wipe the tears from the corners of my eyes with my hands.

At this moment.

Ye Dong has fully integrated into the movie I Am Not the God of Medicine.

With the help of master creative skills, the plot of the movie is gradually restored.

In this highly concentrated, high-intensity situation.

The mental drain is enormous.

Beads of sweat on the bean paste kept sliding down his forehead.

What kind of obsession is this that can make a young man persist in creating in such a painful situation.

Except for Zhang Xuefei, no one paid attention to what Ye Dong was writing.

In their eyes, what they see is a young man who is dying and still strives for self-improvement and does not give up to pursue his dreams.

Zhang Xuefei sobbed softly.

Ye Dong didn't have time to pay attention to other people's feelings at all, he only had one thought at this moment.

To complete in an hour I am not the basic creation of the plot of the god of medicine.

Three months may seem like a short time, but it's almost impossible for a movie to shoot.

It is only possible to create miracles if the script is completed in the shortest possible time.

Ye Dong's books are being read faster and faster.

He didn't have much time left.

If you don't go faster, I'm afraid you will really become the most cup of traveler.

“...... The government of the Wonderland closed the generic drug factory because of pressure from the Genuine Lenin Pharmaceutical Company. Cheng Yong bought Grenin from the Magical Land for 2,000 yuan out of his own pocket and sold it to patients at 500 yuan per bottle in China.

The police arrested Cheng Yong for selling generic drugs privately, and three years later, the government released Cheng Yong as appropriate, promoted medical reform, and provided effective help to a large number of patients with chronic myelogenous leukemia......."

When there were still twenty minutes left in an hour, Ye Dong finally finished creating the main plot of I am not the God of Medicine.

"Doctor, can I say a few words to Zhang Xuefei alone?"

Ye Dong breathed a long sigh of relief, looked at Liu Wenping and said.

"Okay, let's go out first."

Is this to say a final goodbye?