Xu Zheng watched it for a full hour before he couldn't put down the script.

"Miss, this script is wonderful, did you write it?"

After reading the script, thinking of his dead grandmother, the corners of Xu Zheng's eyes were already moist.

"I didn't write the script."

Zhang Xuefei replied truthfully.

Xu Zheng asked with an excited expression, "Can you tell me who wrote it?" ”

Looking at Xu Zheng's excited expression, Zhang Xuefei was surprised.

Could it be that Ye Dong really created a very good script in an hour?

"This is his place."

"He said, if you're interested in this script, go to him."

Zhang Xuefei put a piece of paper in Xu Zheng's hand, and it was written on Ye Dong's ward.

After speaking, Zhang Xuefei turned around and left.

She had to hurry back to the hospital.

That person could leave this world at any time.

She's going to give him one last ride.

Look at the address written on the piece of paper.

ICU Intensive Care Unit of Union Hospital.

Could it be that the other party is a doctor?

Quite possibly.

Because only a doctor can empathize with the pain and hardship of leukemia patients.

"I'm going to have to visit this screenwriter."

Clenching the piece of paper in his hand, Xu Zheng thought to himself.

The next morning.

Xu Zheng followed the address to an ICU ward at Union Hospital.

Through the window, I happened to see Zhang Xuefei staying in the ward.

Pushed open the door of the ward and walked in, and greeted Zhang Xuefei softly.

"Hello, where is this screenwriter?"

Zhang Xuefei wiped his red and swollen eyes, looked at Ye Dong, who was unconscious on the hospital bed, and said, "It's him." ”

"What?"

"Is that him?"

Xu Zheng was stunned.

He would never have imagined that it was this unconscious young man who wrote the script.

"What's wrong with him?"

Xu Zheng asked curiously.

Zhang Xuefei's eyes were red and said: "There are less than three months left for advanced brain cancer. ”

After listening to Zhang Xuefei's words, Xu Zheng was completely petrified.

He couldn't have imagined that the person who could create such a good script as I am not the God of Medicine was actually a brain cancer patient.

It's still late.

That's when it happened.

Ye Dong slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing Xu Zheng, whose head was bright, was like seeing a relative.

Hiss.....

The pain is incomparably painful when you move your fingers.

"Ye Dong, Ye Dong."

Seeing Ye Dong open his eyes, Zhang Xuefei excitedly shouted Ye Dong's name.

"Hello, Director Xu....."

Ye Dong looked at Xu Zheng weakly and said.

"Hello, Ye... Dong, I'm Xu Zheng, I've read the script you wrote, and I like it very much. ”

Xu Zheng walked to the hospital bed and looked at the weak Ye Dong and said.

"Snow Fly...... Give me a ......"

Zhang Xuefei hurriedly supported Ye Dong's back, and then slowly shook the hospital bed up.

When the body moved slightly, beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down from his forehead.

It was as if I saw countless Venus in front of me.

"Snow ..... Fly, put ..... Pen and paper to me. ”

Ye Dong said intermittently.

"No, Ye Dong, you can't write the script anymore, you don't want to die."

Zhang Xuefei cried and shouted.

What?

He's going to write a script?

Xu Zheng was also confused.

"I am not the god of medicine, the storyboard script has not been written, and the lines have not been written....."

Ye Dong almost gritted his teeth and finished speaking.

Xu Zheng was stunned.

He really didn't expect Ye Dong to actually want to write storyboard scripts and lines.

What kind of young man is this?

At the end of his life, he still has to create, is he really not afraid of death?

This made Xu Zheng suddenly think of his grandmother.

My grandmother, who was tormented by illness and didn't look good, thought about making him scrambled eggs with tomatoes when she was dying.

"Give me pen and paper....... This is my last wish! ”

When Ye Dong said the two words of his will.

Zhang Xuefei suddenly felt that his body was being emptied of something, and he had no strength at all.

Ye Dong no longer has the strength to speak, he wants to spend his sober time writing scripts, and he doesn't want to waste every second.

Zhang Xuefei put the pen and paper on the small table and handed them to Ye Dong.

Watching Ye Dong pick up the pen with difficulty, it seemed that every word he wrote had to pay great pain.

Xu Zheng felt his scalp tingle.

He was struck by the image in front of him.

This is the last wish of the young man in front of him.

What would you do if you only had a few days to live? Maybe it's a good time to finish those unfinished ideas.

Or get drunk.

After all, when you get drunk, you forget about the pain.

All thoughts were so humble compared to the young man in front of them.

"System, initiating master-level creative skills."

Ye Dong didn't dare to waste every second, and immediately turned on the master-level skill.

Rumble!

When the skill is turned on, the mental power consumption is like opening the floodgates, constantly consuming, and it feels like the brain is being emptied.

The intense pain and dizziness made him almost unconscious.

Grit your teeth and insist.

He couldn't give up.

This is a chance to survive.

Finally, it took 50 minutes to complete part of the storyboard script and character line design.

At this time, Ye Dong was already soaked with sweat.

Looking at Ye Dong who was working so hard, Zhang Xuefei had already cried into a tearful person.

Even Xu Zheng, who prides himself on being strong, couldn't help but shed tears.

"Snow Fly..... You go out first.... A while. ”

Ye Dong said with all his strength.

"Okay."

Zhang Xuefei covered her mouth and walked out of the ward.

"Director Xu, please take a look at ......"

Ye Dong pointed to some of the storyboard scripts and lines that had just been written.

Xu Zheng picked up a page of manuscript paper, and although the handwriting was crooked, it was very clear.

"What's wrong with breaking the law in order to save people, didn't God say? If you don't go to hell, who goes to hell. ”

"It is a natural disaster to be sick and have no medicine, and it is a man-made disaster to have medicine and not be able to afford it."

"40,000 yuan for 1 bottle, I have been sick for 3 years, I have eaten it for 3 years, in order to buy medicine, the house is gone, and the family is also dragged down, who has not had a patient, can you guarantee that you will not get sick for the rest of your life? I don't want to die, I want to live. ”

.....

A touching line, a touching picture appeared in my mind.

Xu Zheng thought of his grandmother again, as if these words were all said by his grandmother.

Every line was like a sharp knife stabbing into Xu Zheng's chest.

"Director Xu, are you still satisfied?"

Time is running out, Ye Dong gasped and asked.

Xu Zheng burst into tears and said, "Satisfied, satisfied, the script and lines you wrote are the best." ”

Ye Dong asked tremblingly, "Can you make him into a movie?" ”

Of course Xu Zheng thought.

It's just that something pulled him back to the harsh reality.

Even if he thinks the script is good, what can he do?

Will the company agree to invest in filming?

Will even the filming make him a director?

"Director Xu, there is some money in this bank card, I hope you can use it to finish filming this movie......"

Looking at the bank card in Ye Dong's hand, Xu Zheng didn't care.

How much money can a student have?

Thirty and fifty thousand is remarkable.

But how can an investment in a film be solved by 350,000 yuan.

"Director Xu, I don't have much time, I hope you must agree to my wish and make it into a movie within three months."

Enduring the incomparably severe pain, Ye Dong said.

Xu Zheng couldn't bear to deceive this young man.

Shoot a movie in three months? If the investment is sufficient, there may still be hope, but at the moment, he?

How can it be?

Ye Dong struggled with the last bit of strength to stuff the bank card into Xu Zheng's hand, and then his eyes darkened.......