The villain must spend all his money before he goes bankrupt [Transmigration Book]

The word-of-mouth of "The Most Beautiful" is so high that it has far exceeded the expectations of everyone in the crew.

But Ye Zhou wasn't happy at all right now. Not long after the premiere started last night, Ye Zhou received a call.

The call was from Sang Yu, her voice sounded a little hoarse, and the sadness in her tone could hardly be concealed.

"Uncle woke up just now, and he said he wanted to see you."

Ye Zhou understood almost instantly that she was referring to Director Sang. It was a joyful thing to wake up from a coma, but Sang Yu's voice sounded so... sad.

His heart sank involuntarily, and he almost didn't pause after hanging up the phone, and rushed to the hospital without stopping.

Through the window of the ward, Ye Zhou saw that Dao Sang was lying on the hospital bed, his body was full of tubes and various instruments, and he was almost out of shape. He looked thin and haggard.

Sang Yu was wearing a blue isolation suit and was looking at Director Sang on the bed with red eyes. Seeing this scene, Ye Zhou's eyes couldn't help but turn red.

Seemingly sensing Ye Zhou's arrival, Sang Yu glanced outside the door. Seeing that it was Ye Zhou, she bent down and whispered something in Director Sang's ear, before walking quickly towards the door.

"I've already told the doctor that only one person can enter at a time, he is waiting for you, go in." Sang Yu whispered to Ye Zhou with red eyes.

Ye Zhou wanted to ask something, but he opened his mouth and finally didn't ask. He put on the isolation suit, mask and hat in silence, nodded to Sang Yu, and entered the room lightly.

Standing by Sang Dao's bed for a while, Ye Zhou looked at the old man who was almost out of shape on the hospital bed, and felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

Director Sang slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw Ye Zhou, his cloudy eyes became clearer, and his face moved slightly under the oxygen mask.

Ye Zhou felt that his hand was being held. Director Sang's hand was a little cold, but Ye Zhou clearly remembered that when the two met for the first time, his hand was dry and warm.

He is not an emotional person, but when he saw Dao Sang who was seriously ill, his eyes were sore and swollen, as if tears would fall in the next second.

Dao Sang was very ill, Ye Zhou could only see his mouth moving, but even if he put his ear close to him, he could only hear a few breath sounds, and couldn't hear what Dao Sang wanted to express.

Ye Zhou turned his back, adjusted his breathing, and finally suppressed the surging tears. He adjusted his mood and turned to look at Director Sang again.

Pulling out the stool, she sat down beside the bed, held Director Sang's hand, and said softly, "Director Sang, the filming has already been finished, and it turned out to be as good as you described it to me at first."

"A few days ago, I personally talked with the directors of several large theater chains. They were willing to arrange more films for us because of your face. Your old face is really very useful. If it weren't for you Now, I’m afraid I don’t know what kind of squeeze it will be.”

Ye Zhou took a deep breath, restrained his emotions, smiled a little on his face, and said, "You don't know, when the test screenings were held for these theaters, the directors of those theaters cried It was sporadic, and the scene was so out of control at one point that there were not enough tissues."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his hand being pinched lightly. Ye Zhou knew that Director Sang could hear his words, and it was Director Sang who was responding to him.

Ye Zhou smiled, trying to make his voice sound more cheerful, and said: "At that time, I suggested to them that when our movie was released, we would set up a booth at the entrance of the theater, and instead of selling drinks, popcorn and snacks, we would only sell them. The paper towels will make our money back."

"Anyway, with the improved film screening rate of the theater chain, even if it is only a little higher, it also increases the chance of being seen by more people. No matter how small a mosquito's legs are, it is still meat, you are right."

He talked a lot, from the filming to the hard work and persistence of everyone in the crew during this period, and from the various interesting things that happened during the filming to the expectations and confidence in the film after its release.

Of course, repeating what he said the most times still reassures Director Sang.

Ye Zhou in the Intensive Care Unit used to come many times to see Director Sang, and he could only enter once a day at most, for three to 10 minutes. In the past, when the time was approaching, there would always be a nurse to remind him.

But today's situation is a bit abnormal. Ye Zhou and Sang Dao were not stopped by anyone when they were talking. There was no nurse or doctor to remind them. Even the bedside watch stopped today.

"The cabinet of the crew suddenly fell down and made a loud noise. We all..."

In the middle of Ye Zhou's words, he was interrupted by the sudden sharp sound of the equipment next to him. He looked at the screaming equipment in a daze, and after a second of pause, he frantically pressed the beeper beside the bed. .

But at this time, Sang Yu, who was crying out of breath outside the door, shook his head at him.

Ye Zhou fell down on the stool as if he lost his soul. His hand was still held by Director Sang, but the hand that would have responded to what he said before could not get any response now.

Footsteps sounded, medical staff rushed in from the door, Ye Zhou was kicked out of the room, he and Sang Yu sat on the bench at the door of the ward, neither of them spoke.

When people are in great sorrow, they can't speak. Ye Zhou lowered his head, and a few drops of water suddenly fell on the dry and clean floor tiles.

At first it was only a few drops, but later the water droplets fell faster and more frequently, and soon the water droplets on the ground gathered into a small puddle of water stains.

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Zhou saw the doctors and nurses walking out of the ward. He subconsciously wanted to ask, but he couldn't help but have a glimmer of hope even though he already had a result in his heart.

Sang Yu rushed up one step faster than him, but from the doctor's slight shaking of his head and subtle sigh, the last hope in Ye Zhou's eyes was also shattered.

To Ye Zhou, Director Sang is not just a partner, but also a friend, elder, and mentor.

He taught Ye Zhou more than just about filming. During the two of them working together, Director Sang would often chat with him, and the two of them would always chat for an hour or two at any place after the shooting of the day's mission.

Director Sang is not only Ye Zhou's good teacher, but also his good friend who can open up and talk with him.

Even though he had already guessed that the situation was not good before he came, when he really left, Ye Zhou still felt very uncomfortable.

He stretched out his hand and slowly covered his eyes, as if he could press back the tears.Ye Zhou took a few deep breaths, looked at Sang Yu who was crying until he was out of breath, and comforted in a hoarse voice: "It's okay, it's okay..."

When Jiang Tingyuan arrived after receiving the news, Ye Zhou had already helped Sang Yu go through all the formalities for Sang Yu, and Sang Yu was still crying silently. Ye Zhou's condition was slightly better than hers, but his eyes were also red and swollen.

Walking to Ye Zhou's side, Jiang Tingyuan leaned over and kissed his red eyes, and whispered in his ear, "Cry out when you're sad, it's okay, I'm here."

Ye Zhou had almost calmed down his emotions, but sometimes it was really strange. If others didn't ask when he was sad, he might be able to adjust himself after a while, but once someone asked, especially someone who was very close to him to comfort him Sometimes, the sadness intensified instead.

"No, I'm fine." Ye Zhou said he was fine, but couldn't help but bury his head in Mr. Jiang's chest.

He didn't speak or make any sound, he looked like he was taking a nap after being extremely tired, but Jiang Tingyuan felt the warmth and moisture from his chest.

Jiang Tingyuan didn't say anything, he hugged Ye Zhou tightly, and gently patted his back with his wide and slender hands, giving him silent but comforting comfort.

It was already past four o'clock in the morning when the two came out of the hospital, the night had not yet faded, and the sky was still dark.

During the filming period, the work was very intensive. After the filming was finished, the film was edited, submitted for review, and discussed. After a series of tasks, it was basically a series of tasks. It was very hard work, but Ye Zhou never felt tired.

But after coming out of the hospital and sitting in the back seat of Mr. Jiang's car, Ye Zhou felt tired. It was a kind of exhaustion born in his heart, as if all the power had been emptied suddenly, and all that was left was heaviness and fullness. full of tiredness.

Jiang Tingyuan noticed his condition, took off his suit jacket and put it on Ye Zhou, and whispered to the driver to increase the temperature of the air conditioner.

Ye Zhou's workload has been too much recently, he has been holding a sigh of relief, but now this breath has dissipated with Sang Dao's death, and the tiredness that has been forcibly ignored for a long time has emerged.

The physically and mentally exhausted Ye Zhou didn't even make it home, and fell asleep quietly in the car.

When he opened his eyes again, Ye Zhou only felt a splitting headache, and the smell of disinfectant filled his nose. He stared at the snow-white ceiling for a long time before struggling to get up.

But as soon as he made a move, he immediately woke up Jiang Tingyuan beside the bed. Seeing that he was awake, Jiang Tingyuan stretched out the back of his hand and touched his forehead. His tense expression eased a bit, but he still pressed Ye Zhou's arm Did not let him move.

"I haven't finished transfusing fluids today, be good." Jiang Tingyuan said as he stood up and rang the calling bell beside the bed.

Ye Zhou wanted to speak, but just as he started, he was startled by his hoarse voice, "I... what's wrong?"

Jiang Tingyuan picked up the water glass on the table to test the temperature before bringing it to Ye Zhou's mouth.

Ye Zhou blinked while drinking, trying to get some clues from Mr. Jiang's expression, but he didn't. Mr. Jiang's expression was so serious that Ye Zhou almost thought that he was not feeding himself water, but correcting something important. like a file.

After drinking a glass of water, Ye Zhou couldn't help but burped.

Jiang Tingyuan put the water glass back, and finally said: "Not long after you returned from the hospital, you developed a high fever, and I hospitalized you."

Looking at the bloodshot eyes of Boss Jiang, Ye Zhou was a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Brother Jiang."

Jiang Tingyuan shook his head, looked at Ye Zhou in silence for a long time and said, "Don't do this again next time."

The "this way" he said was naturally referring to Ye Zhou's desperate work before, and Ye Zhou knew it well.

His thoughts gradually came back, and Ye Zhou was about to lift the quilt out of bed, but was pushed back by Mr. Jiang, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed.

"Brother Jiang, Director Sang..."

"Sang Yu has already notified the Sang family. He told his family not to hold a funeral before he died. I will take you to see him when you get well."

"But……"

"No buts."

"but……"

"No but."

"I……"

"Lie down and cover yourself with the quilt."

"Oh……"