muscle actor

Chapter 33
Ding Cheng also breathed a sigh of relief, saying that the first scene is the most difficult, deciding whether he can enter the role, if the state is not right, then everything has to be repeated.

It was the first time to play against a top actor, and it really felt really cool.Compared with Ding Yong, Xu Wenzheng is more delicate, especially the handling of details, which is precise and layered, and has a lot of feeling.

According to the script, Xu Wenzheng's father also suffered from cancer, and the hundreds of thousands of medical expenses made him desperate. Only by being there himself can he deeply understand the pain of others.

The screenwriter's intention is to push the protagonist into the abyss layer by layer, forcing him to have no choice but to take risks.

In the next scene, Ding Cheng was sitting under a big tree, eating a boxed lunch, and watching a group of family members of patients not far away holding banners and standing in front of the international pharmaceutical company to protest.

There was a lot of excitement over there, but Ding Cheng looked indifferent and ate his lunch without raising his head.Suddenly there was a conflict between the crowd and the security guard. Ding Cheng raised his head with a sneer at the corner of his mouth. Suddenly his cell phone rang. After hearing this, he carefully put away the few mouthfuls of the lunch box and left quickly.

"This is Glenin, the first anti-cancer molecular targeted drug developed by Swiss Novartis." Sitting opposite Xu Wenzheng, Ding Cheng carefully put a small bag of yellow pills in front of him, and introduced: "Before it came out, Chronic myelogenous leukemia is regarded as terminally ill, but after the birth of Glenin, our survival rate has been increased to more than 85%, and the quality of life is almost the same as that of normal people!"

Xu Wenzheng held the pill in the palm of his hand, not as careless as before, as if what he held in his hand was a life-saving treasure.

Ding Cheng clearly felt the change in the other party's attitude. As if grasping at straws, he took out a thick stack of information and analyzed it carefully: "Due to patent protection, it cannot be copied in China. A box of imported medicines sells for up to [-] yuan." seven!"

"In India, the government does not recognize the patent protection of drugs, and pharmaceutical companies can legally produce generic drugs. The price of a box of Indian Gleevec is currently only 500. You heard me right, it is 500 RMB."

"But smuggling is going to jail." Xu Wenzheng took a deep breath, looked at the various materials in front of him, and muttered to himself: "Is there no other way?"

Ding Cheng sighed, took out seven or eight medicine bottles from his bag, and showed it: "This is called hydroxyurea. It costs about 200 yuan a month. It kills abnormally multiplied white blood cells and treats the symptoms but not the root cause. After taking it for a period of time, people will If drug resistance develops, you can only start taking interferon, which is injected once a week. The principle is similar to that of hydroxyurea, but it is more effective."

"For our patients, buying Indian medicine is not just a matter of cheapness. Many unscrupulous drug dealers mixed some paracetamol in the flour and packaged it as fake Gleevec. I don’t know if some patients spent a lot of money, and finally bought pure Fake medicine made from flour."

"I have no choice but to continue taking interferon. After a few years, my body is full of needles." Ding Cheng rolled up his sleeves, his arms were riddled with holes, many of which had festered, and he couldn't bear to look directly at them.

Seeing Xu Wenzheng frowned, put down his sleeves with a wry smile, and said helplessly, "It doesn't matter if you grit your teeth and endure the pain, but the effect is getting worse and worse. I have already developed into the accelerated stage, so I can only choose chemotherapy."

He took out a yellow pill from the bag, held it up to Xu Wenzheng's eyes, and said word by word: "This medicine is 200 yuan, which is more expensive than fucking gold in terms of weight. Let's just call it Jindoudou. Look like not like?"

Xu Wenzheng stared at the pill, silent, with a very tangled expression, maybe thinking of his seriously ill father, or maybe thinking of his son who was about to be taken abroad, suddenly slapped his thigh, gritted his teeth and said, "I'll do it!"

After the scene was over, the set was changed. According to the script, Xu Wenzheng was going to India to buy medicine. The director first shot the scene of Ding Cheng undergoing chemotherapy in the hospital. It was the first time to show the pain of cancer to the patient. Xu Wenzheng and Makino looked forward to Ding Cheng’s performance. .

Ding Cheng was lying on the hospital bed, his whole body was immobilized, the medicine gradually entered his body, the camera showed a close-up of his face, his pale face was suppressing fear.

First, the pain was so painful that the muscles on his face kept trembling, his forehead was full of sweat, and the corners of his mouth twitched, as if his stomach was overwhelmed, and he gritted his teeth and dared not spit it out.

Immediately afterwards, there was a heart-piercing pain, especially in the stomach, as if directly drinking a large bucket of sulfuric acid, down the throat to the esophagus, the whole stomach boiled, and the acid surged up like a mountain...

Gritting his teeth desperately, he swallowed hard again and again!
In less than 5 minutes, Ding Cheng in the camera was drenched 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, it actually kills more healthy cells, which is more ruthless than Qishangquan.

In the long run, it will lead to liver poisoning, and then systemic organ failure. Many people can't survive it and are tortured to death.

Xu Wenzheng and Makino in front of the monitor were tense and clenched their fists tightly. The reaction of Ding Cheng in the camera was so real that anyone who watched them had the illusion of empathy.

Finally the nurse pushed the instrument and left, leaving only Ding Cheng stunned, like a wilted flower washed by a violent storm, without the slightest hope of surviving in his eyes, and collapsed on the bed with ashes in his heart.

"Dad, Dad, does it still hurt this time?" Xiaohu, who played the son, ran over and gently touched Ding Cheng's face with his small hand. His wife stood silently behind her, wiping away her tears secretly. She no longer knew how to comfort her husband?

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

Ding Cheng forcibly leaned against the bed, opened his mouth, and hid the oranges that his son had pushed aside with his own hands.Pretending to chew hard a few times, he squeezed out a smile and said, "It's delicious, Dad doesn't hurt anymore."

He sent his son out to play, took the statement from his wife, and comforted him: "Don't worry, the person I'm looking for will have news soon, and the medicine will be available soon, and then..."

Suddenly couldn't help it, crawled directly on the head of the bed, and vomited desperately.

(End of this chapter)