In the hotel suite, Hou Sheng sat in front of the makeup mirror, and three or four makeup artists surrounded him for almost two hours.

Hou Sheng's appearance gradually changed from his original appearance to another person, the man named Pan Weiqiang.

After another half an hour, the makeup group finally stopped, and on the costume props group, they changed Hou Sheng into a dress that had been selected and cooperated with the makeup group to make the final fine adjustments.

More than ten minutes later, a "Pan Weiqiang" who was almost the same as in the photo stood in front of Zhang Kun.

"Mr. Cao, Mr. Zhang, what do you think?" Li Mingxu, who was accompanying him all the time, pulled "Pan Weiqiang" who had finished putting on makeup to Zhang Kun and the others, and took out the photos given by Zhang Kun before.

Cao Haoran compared the photos and the "Pan Weiqiang" after applying makeup. Cao Haoran made a thumbs up: "It's amazing!"

Zhang Kun looked at the photos and looked at "Pan Weiqiang". It was indeed more than 90% similar to the photos.

But the photos are always photos. Zhang Kun has never seen Pan Weiqiang himself, and he cannot be sure how similar the current "Pan Weiqiang" and the real Pan Weiqiang are.

Fortunately, there is someone on the court who has seen Pan Weiqiang with his own eyes.

Zhang Kun quietly turned his head and looked at Aunt Tan who was floating in the air.

Aunt Tan looked at "Pan Weiqiang" for a long time, then nodded gently and spit out a word: "Like."

That's fine.

Zhang Kun nodded slightly: "Yes."

Hearing Cao Haoran and Zhang Kun nodded one after another, a smile appeared on Li Mingxu's face.

"Then our screenwriter has also prepared the script and dialogue. Considering the direction of the possible development of things, the screenwriter has prepared two plans, one is love and the other is hatred. They have fully considered it, and Hou Sheng has also memorized all the lines."

"But what direction will be like then, it depends on Hou Sheng himself to perform on the spot and adapt to the situation." Li Mingxu explained.

Zhang Kun nodded, everything is ready

, almost that's it.

Zhang Kun thought for a while, and then said to Hou Sheng: "Mr. Hou, I have already told Mr. Hou about the cause and effect of this incident before. My friend Pan Yong is a poor person. I spent a lot of money to find his father, but I have not found it. Now that he has not had much time, I have to come up with this bad plan."

"We only have one chance to do this performance, and there is no chance for NG. If he sees it through, it will be impossible to deceive him again. So Mr. Hou, please give me everything." Zhang Kun said with a sigh.

"Pan Weiqiang" nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, Mr. Zhang, I will do my best."

Zhang Kun nodded: "Then, we cannot confirm what Pan Yong's attitude towards his father now. Whether it is love or hatred, I only hope for a little bit, and please Mr. Hou try to follow Pan Yong's thoughts as much as possible."

"If, if I really hate it, maybe Pan Yong will make some extreme actions at that time. Please forgive me more and we will discuss the compensation matters later."

"Anyway, please give me everything."

...

The 6th floor of the second building of the inpatient department of Taoyuan People's Hospital, Oncology Department, Ward No. 12.

In the ward, only Pan Yong was lying on the hospital bed in three beds, and there were two beds next to him. One was discharged yesterday and the other changed the ward this afternoon. There were only Deng Shan and Pan Yong in the room.

Pan Yong wore an oxygen hood on his head and closed his eyes to rest.

At this time, the door of the ward was opened and a nurse said, "Family family members of bed No. 35, go get some medicine with me."

Deng Shan looked at the nurse and nodded quickly: "Okay."

After saying that, Deng Shan looked at Pan Yong, who was already skinny on the hospital bed, and gently shook Pan Yong's hand.

"Xiaoyong, I'll get some medicine. You have a good rest first, and I'll be back soon."

Pan Yong closed his eyes and rested, his mouth under the oxygen hood barely squeezed out a smile and nodded.

Deng Shan then got up and followed the nurse out of the ward. After going out, Deng Shan

Gently brought the door to prevent the air conditioner from entering the ward.

And less than a minute after Deng Shan left, the ward was gently pushed away again.

A figure slowly walked to the bedside.

"Xiao Yong..." A gentle voice came.

Hearing this strange voice, Pan Yong on the hospital bed tried hard to open his eyes again and looked at the figure who had just walked to the hospital bed.

Pan Yong's originally faint eyes gradually became more and more energetic.

He tried to open his eyes wide, trying to see the figure in front of the bed more carefully.

Pan Yong struggled hard to take out the hand under the quilt, and then took off the oxygen hood from his mouth and nose.

It was obviously just a very simple action, but Pan Yong gasped for breath, not sure how much effort he had spent.

After removing the oxygen hood, Pan Yong looked at the figure in front of the bed again. Pan Yong slowly opened his mouth and said with panting: "Can you help me sit up?"

The figure nodded quickly, took two steps forward, carefully lifted the quilt on Pan Yong's chest, and then tried hard to gently support Pan Yong and sit up within the minimum range.

Then gently cover Pan Yong with the quilt and be careful to stuff the corners.

At this time, Pan Yong spoke again.

"My body can feel your body temperature, which means I'm not dead yet."

The man in front of him changed his face slightly, and then he hurriedly said, "Of course not, Xiaoyong, don't think too much, you won't die, you will..."

But before the man finished speaking, Pan Yong continued to say to himself: "So, this also means that you are not dead yet."

Hearing this sentence, the man in front of Pan Yong was stunned.
Chapter completed!