Zhu Yilong--A Warm Smoke

After the inspection, she got tetanus again. On the way back, Song Nuan became even more silent. She sat in the co-pilot without saying a word. When she arrived at the set, she was the first to jump out of the car and run to find the director.

"Doctor Song is back, how is it?" Zhang Zhang had just finished filming a night scene, and it was relatively smooth, and he was in a good mood.

"There is no fracture, and I took the wound medicine. The director and the doctor suggest to rest for a while." Song Nuan reported truthfully.

"How long will it take to rest?" Zhang Zhang was a little worried.

"At least a week." Song Nuan thought that if she didn't hurt her muscles and bones, she would be fine without a plaster cast.

Zhang Zhang was in trouble, let alone seven days, he couldn't afford to wait for a day, otherwise he wouldn't have stopped resting at this point.

"Director, I'm fine, I can continue." Zhu Yilong rushed over a few steps, although it hurt a little, but it didn't affect the activity.

"Then make a literary play." Song Nuan suggested, "As long as his right upper limb doesn't move."

"We rented this place specially for shooting scenes, and it's due tomorrow, what should we do?" Zhang Zhang began to think about his ideas. Although he is a serious and responsible director, he is by no means an inhuman oppressor. Things can be big or small, and he doesn't want Zhu Yilong to go into battle with injuries.

"Sister Li." Zhang Zhang suddenly thought of Li Nan, "Can you change the script?" Usually, when various contradictions cannot be coordinated, the director will find the screenwriter.

Li Nan is very professional. She had been revising the script for a long time, and immediately discussed the plot with the director.

"What time is your flight tomorrow?" Zhu Yilong asked Song Nuan in a low voice.

"Are you driving me away?" Song Nuan was annoyed, and her tone was a little bad. She didn't like patients who didn't follow the doctor's advice.

"Be careful on the road, I'll find someone to see you off." Naturally, Zhu Yilong didn't have the same knowledge as her.

"Thank you." Song Nuan sighed. This person seemed to be very easy to arrange, but no one could change his decision. She raised her head and looked up at him, "Take it easy."

"Song Nuan, you are still stubborn." Zhu Yilong smiled happily.

Song Nuan gave him a look, "Don't pretend to be familiar with me." She actually met Zhu Yilong twice in the film crew, but they didn't say hello to each other. She wanted to pretend to be a stranger and never see each other again. But this time, she really felt distressed.

"Xiao Song, what do you think if Xie Min doesn't join in when others do it?" Li Nan discussed with the director, and then asked Song Nuan for advice.

"I have no objection." Song Nuan actually had a lot of opinion.

"Director, Mr. Li, this scene is a trouble for Xie Min sent by various sects. If he doesn't show up, it's too irresponsible and doesn't fit the character setting." Zhu Yilong expressed his thoughts.

"Then hurt Xie Min." Song Nuan said concisely.

"Xie Min is the male protagonist after all, even the abbot of Shaolin can't do anything to him, how can these little bastards beat him." Li Nan was dissatisfied with this way of thinking.

"He can harm himself." Song Nuan threw out another shocking point of view.

Zhu Yilong felt the wound hurt even more, he looked at the angry woman in front of him, and instantly believed what Song Nuan said before, she really didn't like him.

"Director, Sister Li, the confidant post will arrive in a blink of an eye. At this critical moment, Xie Min is definitely not willing to cause more trouble. Although he can't thank the world with death, he stamped his finger and made a poisonous oath to show his determination. Wouldn't it be reasonable to ask for an apology for this matter?" Song Nuan was persuasive to everyone.

Zhu Yilong thought for a while, "Xie Min felt ashamed in this scene, of course he can win against those who come to seek revenge, but if Xie Min doesn't do anything and just avoids it, it just shows his tolerant and open attitude, he can hold hands It’s okay if the camera doesn’t show the details, and you can also show his lightness from the side. Of course, it’s not enough to just avoid it, self-mutilation, ahem, it’s a slow solution to the problem.”

"Sure enough, you understand me." Song Nuan was very relieved, she felt that the characters understood themselves better than the author.

"Do you need to chop off your fingers? That's Xie Min's hand." Li Nan felt that Song Nuan was a bit cruel.

"Everyone is an old Jianghu who has experienced many battles. Could it be possible that Xie Min can be fooled by a few words, and he has to stamp his fingers to show his sincerity. Besides, didn't he just hurt his hand? Stamping his fingers is fine, but that's too much." It's unsightly, and it's not easy to stomp, and you have to stomp five of them." Song Nuan said it as simply as killing chickens and sheep.

Zhu Yilong suddenly remembered that Song Nuan said that she had seen butchered pigs, and it seemed that what she said was true, and he felt his feet began to ache.

"Then Xie Min will become disabled? There are two more movies in the future. How can I do this special effect?" The director's concern was more realistic.

"Then it's easier, just sew it on for him, and tell him not to move rashly within seven days, and his injury will be healed after seven days." Song Nuan came up with another bad idea.

"Sew it up? This, this is not a hospital, this is ancient times? Doctor Song." The director was a little out of breath.

Song Nuan is not afraid of the director, "What happened in ancient times? Thousands of years ago, Hua Tuo dared to open Cao Cao's head. The ancients were much better than us. Besides, isn't this a martial arts? Sew a finger is more credible than tearing a devil with your hands. .”

"Wait for me to stroke." The director frowned again and began to think.

"Hey, Xiao Song, I didn't expect you to be quick-witted." Li Nan took the opportunity to tease her.

Song Nuan spread her hands, "Sister Li, it's not that I'm quick-witted, but it's written like this in the novel."

"Oh, really?" Li Nan was also dumbfounded.

The director didn't think about it for a long time, so he decided on Song Nuan's suggestion, and asked Li Nan, the field manager and the martial arts director to re-negotiate the details, and Zhu Yilong also went to listen to the director's talk about the play.A group of people discussed for more than ten minutes and came up with a rough plan.

"Yilong, sit down and rest for a while, first shoot their fight scene, after you go on stage and do a few moves, let's shoot the next one. Thank you for your hard work." The director patted Zhu Yilong on the shoulder.

"Okay." Zhu Yilong agreed, and began to memorize new lines. This scene was mainly a fighting scene, and it was recreated on the spot. The amount of lines was not large. He almost memorized them after memorizing them for a few minutes. The makeup artist reapplied his makeup , and changed into loose clothes again, he moved a little bit and the pain was severe, and when he turned around to look for a drink, he found that Song Nuan was gone. He was listening to the opera seriously, but he didn't notice it. I don't know if she went back to sleep Now, Zhu Yilong was a little worried and wanted to make a phone call, only to realize that he didn't bring his mobile phone. His wound hurt so badly that he couldn't sit still, so he stood up and walked around reciting his words, and looked for Song Nuan by the way.

"Are you looking for me?" Someone laughed behind Zhu Yilong's back.

Zhu Yilong turned around, and sure enough it was Song Nuan standing behind her. She probably washed her face, tied up her hair, changed her clothes, and was holding a big thermos.

"where did you go."

"I'll go back to the hotel."

"If you don't have a good rest, what are you doing here again?"

"Supervise you to take medicine." Song Nuan held up the water and medicine in his hand.

"I can eat by myself, you should go back quickly." Zhu Yilong began to push Song Nuan away, she had only been here for three days, and the dark circles under her eyes were already as big as a panda.

Song Nuan didn't listen to him at all, took out all the medicines he brought from the hospital just now, picked out some and handed them to Zhu Yilong, "Have you not had a drink these two days?"

"No." Zhu Yilong took it and ate it.

Song Nuan sprayed him with the spray again, "Does it hurt a lot?"

"Fortunately."

Song Nuan frowned. The wound on his hand did not bleed anymore, but the redness and swelling became more and more obvious, and it would definitely hurt more and more. She took the prepared ice pack, put a towel on it, and gave him a partial cold compress.

Zhu Yilong didn't know where she found the ice cubes, but after putting them on, the pain did decrease a little. He stretched his brows, "Thank you, Song Nuan."

Song Nuan lowered her head and didn't look at him, and concentrated on applying ice cubes for him, "You don't need to say thank you to me. Are you going to play a lot later?"

Zhu Yilong snatched the ice cubes, "It's almost all literary drama, you go back to sleep, you have to catch a plane tomorrow. Let's go."

Song Nuan smiled, "Don't keep driving me away."

Zhu Yilong could hear a bit of bitterness from her smile, and couldn't help saying, "I didn't chase you away."

"Heh, here is the painkiller, you take it before you go to film." Song Nuan found the painkiller again.

"No, I'll feel sleepy when I eat it." Zhu Yilong yawned immediately.

Song Nuan was helpless, "I've heard that taking painkillers can hurt your stomach and make you stupid, but I've never heard of you getting sleepy. You're staying up late. What should I do? Are you in severe pain?" Song Nuan didn't believe that he was filming nonsense.

"It's okay." Zhu Yilong yawned again.

"How long will it be before you?" Song Nuan saw that Zhu Yilong was starting to shiver, so he put away the ice cubes. Don't hurt yourself, and it will be even more troublesome if you get a cold or a cold.

"A dozen or twenty minutes." Zhu Yilong looked at the set.

"Then why don't you wait for a while?"

"No, I can't sleep because of the pain." Zhu Yilong didn't have time to hide it, he told the truth off guard, and then he suddenly woke up after speaking, and immediately smiled flatteringly.

"Wait a minute." Song Nuan rummaged through her pocket and pulled out another box of needles, "Why don't we try again."

Song Nuan inexplicably gained a lot of confidence after giving Zhu Yilong acupuncture last time. Later, she specialized in acupuncture and moxibustion for a few tricks, but she had never tried it, and she was somewhat uncertain. She just wanted to use it again because Zhu Yilong was suffering from pain.

"Okay." Zhu Yilong was very happy this time, and immediately rolled up his wide sleeves, exposing his red and swollen arms and hands for Song Nuan. He didn't know if it was really painful or he was afraid of delaying the shooting.

Song Nuan took a deep breath, and first took out a short needle for simple disinfection, "You can turn your head away if you are afraid."

Of course Zhu Yilong is afraid, but face is important, and he will never lose his words, "I'm not afraid, just learn from you."

"I'll give you a needle first, it works for any pain, I learned it from the head nurse." Song Nuan sterilized Zhu Yilong's wrist, held her breath, and slowly inserted the needle horizontally.

Zhu Yilong couldn't take back what he had said, so he could only stare wide-eyed at Song Nuan as he buried three short needles abruptly into his arm, only the tip of the needle was exposed. He felt weak, sweated frequently, and drank water nervously.

"Don't be nervous." Song Nuan patted his hand lightly, seeing him as if he was being tortured, couldn't help laughing, "This is wrist-ankle acupuncture, and the pain relief effect is not bad. Come on, I'll give you a few more Ashi points. "She was talking, her hands kept moving, and after finding the acupoints, she started to get the needles. In less than 5 minutes, a row of needles stood on Zhu Yilong's arm.

Zhu Yilong felt a little numb from being pierced, and smiled silly at Song Nuan.

"Have you memorized the lines of self-mutilation?" Song Nuan saw how nervous he was, so she deliberately teased him.

"Remember it." Sure enough, Zhu Yilong's attention was diverted, and he began to memorize his lines and positions seriously and professionally.

Song Nuan found a Mazha, and sat in front of Zhu Yilong to perform the needle for him, surrounded by disturbances, she actually felt that the world was safe, but that was all.

"Brother Long, Brother Long." A staff member came over and shouted, "The director is calling you."

"Okay, I'll go right away." Zhu Yilong lowered his head and saw that Song Nuan had already received an injection, but there was still one buried in his left wrist, "Doctor Song, please." He stretched out his left hand.

"Your left hand is not injured, you can bury it for a while, it doesn't matter."

"Okay then, I'll go to filming first, you go back and rest quickly." Zhu Yilong took the medicine, "I will remember to take the medicine." He moved his right hand, and the pain was greatly relieved. He did a few movements, although it still hurts, but I can tolerate it, "You are really a miracle doctor, I think it's okay to shoot according to the original script."

Song Nuan turned cold, "Shut up."

Zhu Yilong immediately shut up and went to filming honestly.