Makino clapped his hands and said, "Click" this one.

Qu Zheng and Bu Fan walked to the camera and watched the replay carefully. Even Qu Zheng said satisfied: "Yes, they are all in the role."

He turned around and patted Bu Fan on the shoulder, and smiled and said, "I didn't see the wrong person at the beginning. I saved us several days and continued to shoot."

With a good start, the atmosphere of the entire crew also improved. Half an hour later, Makino gave the order and all departments prepared to officially start filming.

Bu Fan also breathed a sigh of relief. He said that the first scene was the most difficult, and decided whether he could enter the role. If his condition was wrong, everything would have to be started over.

So I don’t know when Bu Fan started to fall in love with a role against a top actor in his heart. That feeling was really great.

Compared to the traffic stars, the top actors, especially the details, are precise and layered, and feel very touching.

Following the script, Qu Zheng's father also got cancer, and hundreds of thousands of medical expenses made him desperate. Only by visiting him in person can he deeply experience the pain of others.

The screenwriter means pushing the protagonist into the abyss layer by layer, forcing him to have no way out and can only take risks.

In the next scene, Bu Fan sat under a big tree, eating a boxed lunch, while watching a group of families of patients not far away holding banners and standing in front of the International Pharmaceutical Company to protest.

There was a crowd of emotions over there, but Bu Fan was full of indifference and didn't raise his head to eat the lunch box. Suddenly the crowd had a conflict with the security guard. Bu Fan raised his head, a hint of sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, his cell phone rang. After hearing this, he carefully put away the lunch box box with a few left and left quickly.

"This is the first targeted drug for anti-cancer molecules developed by Glenin, Novartis, Switzerland."

Bu Fan sat opposite Qu Zheng, carefully placed a small bag of yellow pills in front of him, and introduced: "Before it was released, chronic myeloid leukemia was regarded as a terminal illness, and after the birth of Glenin, our survival rate was increased to more than 85%, and the quality of life was almost the same as that of normal people!"

Qu Zheng held the pill in his palm, not at all carelessly before, as if the one in his hand was a life-saving treasure.

Bu Fan clearly felt the change in the other party's attitude, as if he had seized a life-saving straw, took out a stack of thick materials, and carefully analyzed: "It is impossible to imitate due to patent protection in China, and the price of a box of imported drugs is as high as 37,000!"

"In India, the government does not recognize the patent protection of drugs. Pharmaceutical factories can legally produce generic drugs. The price of a box of Gleevec in India is only sold for 500 yuan. You are right, it is 500 yuan."

"But smuggling is going to jail." Qu Zheng took a deep breath, looked at the various information in front of him, and murmured to himself: "Is there no other way?"

Bu Fan sighed, took out seven or eight medicine bottles from his bag, and showed it: "This is called hydroxyurea, which is about 200 yuan a month. Its function is to kill abnormally reproductive white blood cells, treat the symptoms but not the root cause. After taking it for a while, people will develop drug resistance and can only start to take interferon. One injection every week. The principle is similar to hydroxyurea, but the effect is stronger."

"For our patients, it is not just a cheap problem to buy Indian medicine. Many black-hearted drug dealers add some paracetamol to the flour and package it into fake Gleevec. I don't know that some patients spent a lot of money and finally bought fake medicine made of pure flour."

"There is no choice but to continue to be injected with interferon. After a few years, the body was covered with needle holes." Bu Fan rolled up his sleeves, his arms were covered with holes, and many of them had become suppurated, so he couldn't bear to look at them directly.

Seeing Qu Zheng frowned, he lowered his sleeves with a bitter smile, and said helplessly: "The pain is gritting his teeth and enduring it. It doesn't matter, but the effect is getting worse and worse. I have developed to the accelerated stage and can only choose chemotherapy."

Take out a yellow pill from the bag, hold it to Qu Zheng, and said word by word: "This pill is 200 yuan, which is more expensive than fucking gold by weight. We just call it Jindoudou directly. Do you think it looks like it?"

Qu Zheng stared at the pills, silent and had a very entangled expression. He might think of his seriously ill father, or he might think of his son who was about to be taken abroad. He suddenly slapped his thigh and gritted his teeth and said, "I'll do it!"

The scene ended and changed the set. According to the script, Qu Zheng was going to India to buy medicine. The director first filmed Bufan for chemotherapy in the hospital, showing the pain and torture of cancer on the patient for the first time. Qu Zheng and Muye were very excited about Bufan's performance.

Bu Fan was lying on the hospital bed, his whole body was fixed, and the medicine gradually entered his body. The camera gave the face close-up and suppressed fear on his pale face.

First, the pain was so great that the muscles on my face kept shaking, my forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and the corners of my mouth were twitching, as if my stomach was rumbling, and I was gritting my teeth and I didn't dare to vomit it out.

Then there was a heart-wrenching pain, especially the stomach. It was like drinking a large bucket of sulfuric acid directly, and it went down the throat and the esophagus. The whole stomach was boiling, and a stream of acid surged upwards like a sea of ​​soreness...

Trying to the point of gritting your teeth and swallowing the things in your mouth again and again!

In less than five minutes, Bu Fan in the camera was soaked all over, his face was as pale as paper, and his lips became more and more purple. What is chemotherapy? Rather than killing cancer cells, healthy cells died more, which was even more cruel than the Qishen Fist.

In the long run, liver poisoning and then general organ failure. Many people cannot survive and are tortured to death.

Qu Zheng and Muye in front of the monitor were tense and tightly clenched their fists. Bu Fan in the camera reacted so realistically, and everyone could feel the illusion of empathy when they looked.

Finally, the nurse pushed the instrument away, leaving only Bu Fan, who was stunned, seemed to have been baptized by the storm and rain. He had no hope of living in his eyes, and collapsed on the bed with a heart of ashes.

"Dad, dad, does it still hurt this time?"

The little actor who played his son ran over and gently touched Bu Fan's face with his little hands. His wife stood behind silently and wiped away her tears. She didn't know how to comfort her husband?

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

Bu Fan leaned against the bed, opened his mouth, and hid the orange that his son had pushed away in his mouth. He pretended to chew it hard for a few times, squeezed out a smile and said, "It tastes delicious, dad won't hurt anymore."

I sent my son out to play, took the statement from my wife, and comforted him: "Don't worry, the person I'm looking for will have news soon and I will get the medicine soon. Then..."

At this moment, Bu Fan suddenly couldn't help but crawled on the head of the bed, and vomited desperately.

......

"You try this medicine, it's obtained from India, it's absolutely true!"

"Look at me, it has spread in the late stages and I eat it every day, only two thousand yuan per bottle."

"How many days do you want to eat first?"

"Don't leave, we're not liars!"

Qu Zheng and Bu Fan were driven out of the door by someone. Qu Zheng suddenly broke out and pointed at Bu Fan's nose and cursed: "You're just a liar!"

"What did you tell me at the beginning? As long as you get the medicine, you will never have to worry about selling it, right?"

"Look, it's been three days, and I haven't sold a bottle of broken legs!"

"Okay, anyway, these medicines are all bought with your money. If I can't sell them this month, don't think about getting another bottle of medicine from India's A San in the future!"

"Fuck it's just waiting to die!"

Bu Fan looked at the hysterical Qu Zheng, silent, suddenly remembered something, and shouted: "I know someone can."

Next, I changed the venue to the bar and saw Si Ru dancing, a young woman in her early thirties. Her daughter also has leukemia and is supported by high-priced medicine. You can imagine what a woman has experienced?

Bu Fan took out two bottles of medicine and put it in front of Siru, and promised: "If you don't believe me, try it first, we will wait for your news."

Today the scene ended and the task was over, Qu Zheng was very happy and took everyone to dinner. He met several other main supporting roles at the dinner table, none of whom were famous, all of them were unknown actors.

Especially the person who plays Huangmao, he is also a supporting role and is the first time he plays a major supporting role. If you want to say that Qu Zheng is really brave enough to play, he is worthy of being a director of a billion yuan.

Everyone quickly became familiar with each other, and all the topics were focused on the play. The atmosphere was very comfortable, without intrigue, without intrigue, and only how to act well.

The next step was to quickly open up sales through Siru's introduction. Bu Fan was responsible for showing his own words. The medicine slowly spread in the circle. The two of them opened broken bread every day and sent medicine everywhere to collect money.

Earning 1,500 per bottle is considered a hard work. It is mainly because of Qu Zheng's role. Bu Fan had the opportunity to steal the stolen skills from close range. Although he had a system, many of his experiences were far less awesome than others, especially the details and director's thinking, which benefited a lot.

"Three bottles, a total of..."

"Hey, you haven't paid yet!"
Chapter completed!