You made me a superstar

Chapter 270 Trading
No flying dust.

There are no explosions that happen all the time.

No cramped spaces and hopelessly dark worlds.

There is no suffocation feeling that you can't breathe fresh air even if you open your mouth.

In the white single ward, Zhou Yang looked at the ceiling and took a deep breath.

The soldiers and war reporters left again not long after they came.

Due to the sequelae of blood loss, Zhou Yang had no physical strength, but his spirit was very good. After escaping from the dead, he felt that everything around him was full of freshness and beauty. There is the crisp chirping of birds.

After lying down for a while, when he saw the bag next to him, he seemed to think of something, and subconsciously supported his body to sit up.

Because of the large range of motion, Zhou Yang inevitably touched the wound on his arm...

When he was in that small area, Zhou Yang didn't feel any pain at all, even when he was on the plane, he didn't feel any pain, but when Zhou Yang was lying on the hospital bed and everything was safe, he felt There was a feeling that the flesh and blood of his whole body had been sliced ​​open by a blade and salt was sprinkled on it, he gasped, the pain was so great that Zhou Yang almost fainted.

In the end, he still endured the pain and took out two cameras, transferred the files in the cameras to the computer, and then took out all the things captured in the mobile phone one by one, and examined them carefully.

Every video, scene after scene, thinking of it at this moment, Zhou Yang suddenly began to feel chills down his spine...

In order to pursue some sense of reality, in order to satisfy the obsessive-compulsive disorder in my heart that came from nowhere, the price is really too high.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Come in, um, Dr. Zhao?"

Zhou Yang turned off his laptop, hid the laptop and camera under his pillow, and saw the door of the ward being pushed open slowly.

When he saw the person coming, he was pleasantly surprised, and regardless of the pain, he sat up straight immediately.

The person who came was Zhao Kongliang, who used to be the attending doctor of Zhou Yang's father, and had helped Zhou Yang when he was in the most difficult time.

After meeting on March [-] last year, the two haven't seen each other for a year.

"Haha, lie down well. I just heard that you came to our People's Hospital, so I stopped by to see you..." At this moment, Zhao Kongliang came to Zhou Yang with a basket of fruits and laughed.

"Doctor Zhao, sit, sit, sit..." Zhou Yang nodded repeatedly.

The kindness of dripping water should be repaid by springs. Zhou Yang met many noble people in his life, and Zhao Kongliang was one of them.

Zhao Kongliang sat down, glanced at the scar on Zhou Yang's hand, and then looked elsewhere.

He didn't ask how Zhou Yang was injured, nor did he ask where Zhou Yang went.He naturally knows that there are some things to ask and some things that should not be asked.

After sitting down, he chatted with Zhou Yang about some past events, and talked about the touch when "Mine Bottom" was released.

While chatting, I unconsciously talked about Zhou Yang's father when he was in the hospital...

The atmosphere began to change from relaxed at first to dull and depressing gradually.

When talking about the bed next to Zhou Yang's father, Zhou Yang learned from Dr. Zhao Kongliang that the patient, who was only about 30 years old, left the hospital because he couldn't pay for the treatment during Chinese New Year this year...

Zhou Yang's expression suddenly became very sad.

That young man is only 30 years old!
"I remember it was leukemia?"

"Ah."

There was a sudden silence in the single ward, and neither of them seemed to want to go any further on this topic.

Zhou Yang is undoubtedly lucky. After suffering and despair, he finally achieved something, but other struggling people are not as lucky as Zhou Yang.

"Director Zhou..."

"what?"

"Would you be interested in making a film about patients?"

"what?"

"Last year, the hospital's next three-year plan included a plan to shoot hospital promotional videos to help patients improve their confidence. Now this project has officially launched. If you are interested..."

"I might not make a promotional film..." Zhou Yang shook his head and looked out the window for a long time: "However, maybe I will make another movie about patients..."

"what movie?"

"It's just a concept..."

"Okay, if it fits our hospital plan, I will apply with the leader for the following."

"Uh-huh."

Then Zhao Kongliang chatted with Zhou Yang about other topics. After the chat, Zhao Kongliang stood up and left.

Looking at the huge single room, Zhou Yang's eyes flickered with bewilderment.

When he lay back on the bed again, countless memories surged in his mind like a tide.

He closes his eyes...

For some reason, those memories became clearer and more unforgettable, and Zhou Yang could even vaguely hear familiar voices coming from his ears.

Zhou Yang suddenly became tired. He closed his eyes and finally fell into a deep sleep.

..............................

When Zhou Yang woke up again, it was already around eight o'clock in the evening.

Although it is a single room, it is naturally impossible for a place like a hospital to be quiet.

Crying, pleading, pain...

These voices linger in Zhou Yang's ears all the time.

Zhou Yang suddenly felt very irritable. He really wanted to get out of bed and leave here, but with his current situation, getting out of bed was still a bit difficult, mainly because it was too painful.

When I moved my body, it was like scraping the bones and skin, and I was so painful that I broke out in a cold sweat.

At this moment, his "Polaroid" cell phone rang.

He was taken aback for a moment, then immediately took out his phone and looked at the strange number on the phone.

This mobile phone number is only known to Will Smith.

After hesitating for a while, he answered the phone. Then, he heard that it was not Will Smith, but Christian.

"Mr. Zhou Yang, I have come to Huaxia... Where are you?"

"I'm in Yanjing People's Hospital...Christian, how do you know this number?"

"Wait until I come over."

"it is good."

After more than an hour, he was fully armed and pushed Christian, who was wrapped like a rice dumpling, away from the door of the hospital ward.

When he came in, he sat on the chair with a very serious expression and looked at Zhou Yang: "Mr. Zhou Yang, I received a call from Mrs. Will Smith..."

"What did he say?"

"His situation seems to be very dangerous. Someone seems to be watching him. You have captured something amazing, haven't you?" Christian looked at Zhou Yang.

"..." Zhou Yang didn't speak.

He was silent.

He understands that some things have to be cautious.

"Someone wants to buy that thing at a high price..." Christian continued after seeing Zhou Yang's appearance.

"I didn't shoot that video, it was..." Zhou Yang shook his head.

"I know that you didn't take the picture. It was taken by a photographer named K. When the photographer named K was taking pictures, someone in the base saw him. He seemed to be a black photographer. Of course Some eyewitnesses thought he was a white photographer. Someone in the military also found some clues about him, and found that after he finished shooting, he hurried back to Laomei with the content of the photography that day. It was recorded..." Christian looked at Zhou Yang seriously.

"Mr. Christian, I want to know, what are you going to do?" Zhou Yang narrowed his eyes when he heard this, suddenly a little startled.

He was not an idiot. When Christian said this, he instantly realized that this guy definitely knew something. At the same time, he realized that there was a mysterious force behind Christian.

This force is dangerous.

He suddenly became serious.

"I just want to maintain the justice in my heart. No one can stop the times. Evil must be exposed to the light. Innocent people cannot die in vain. We black people also have human rights! There are everywhere!" Christian suddenly became Incomparably serious, although very light when speaking, but full of chill.

Zhou Yang looked at Christian's persuasive and righteous appearance, but felt very strange in his heart. For some reason, the words "devil translation" suddenly appeared in his mind.

He is obviously white, but what he did...

"Mr. Christian, I can give you the video but it's not for sale, but for free to the person behind it. I only have one request. This video has nothing to do with me!" Zhou Yang thought for a long time, and finally said this sentence talk.

"Ok?"

"Mr. Christian, no matter what happens in the future, I don't want to get involved in anything. I just want to make a good movie... From now on, I probably won't come to Laomei for a long time!"

Zhou Yang recalled all the content in the camera, and then immediately cut out some key parts about himself from those materials. After watching for a long time and confirming that there was no problem, Zhou Yang deleted the original video in front of Christian. clean and dry.

After deleting, he sent the edited version to Christian himself.

After Christian received the video, he glanced at Zhou Yang.

"This is an era, and we are all unsung heroes in this era!" Christian glanced at Zhou Yang, with a bright smile on his face.

"Mr. Christian, I want to ask, why did you do this?" Zhou Yang finally asked the question in his mind.

"I also have black blood, and my maternal grandfather is black..." When Christian smiled, under Zhou Yang's astonishment, Christian put on a hat and mask, continued to look bloated, and then lowered his head: "Mr. Zhou Yang, we will never forget your kindness. This era needs people like you. No matter what you do, we will do our best to help you in the future..."

"No, I don't want to do anything..."

Christian was very provocative, but Zhou Yang shook his head seriously.

Christian helped him so much before, but now they are settled.

...............

Late at night.

Zhou Yang lay on the bed and had a dream.

In the dream, he seemed to smell a fragrant smell.

It seems that there are hands next to me...

He opened his eyes suddenly...

"Boss An?"

　There are only two updates today. Some content in the previous chapters needs to be revised. If I don’t change them, I’m afraid the book will be gone.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)