Crazy, 500 yuan also dare to make a science fiction blockbuster

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It was a small puppet tied to a pillar, and after seeing that puppet, Ye Heng couldn't help but think of the scene in his dream.

The giant, the giant tied to the giant pillar, and the flame that not only burned him, but also the vulture that pecked at him.

"Who is he?" Ye Heng asked curiously.

The witch put away the hundred-yuan bill and looked at the puppet in Ye Heng's hand.

"Is he, he is Prometheus, a member of ancient Greek mythology, he stole flames and gave light to mankind."

"And now, he will lead you down the light, following in his footsteps."

When Ye Heng heard this, a smile appeared on his face, and he put away the little Prometheus doll.

He had heard of this story when he was a child, but his impression was not deep anymore.

But when he put it away and looked up again, he found that the witch had left.

Ye Heng smiled helplessly and didn't stay any longer. He rushed to the train station and prepared to go back to the set.

And at this moment, John was sitting in the room with a slumped look on his face.

He held a phone in his hand, which showed that he was talking to Dr. Lopez.

"Mr. John, are you still there? Mr. John?"

Dr. Lopez's voice sounded, and John slowly put the phone to his ear, but his hands twitched uncontrollably.

"I, I am."

"The situation just now, you understand it too."

John was silent for a while, "But, is it possible that this was an accident?"

"Maybe something went wrong with the blood in transit."

"Or, the blood has lost its effectiveness after leaving Ye Heng."

"Even, it may be caused by my misoperation when using the instrument."

"It's all possible, right?"

There was a sigh from Lops' side.

"Mr. John, I know this news is difficult for you to accept, but, we have actually done all the exclusions."

"There is no problem with the equipment used to transport the blood, and the blood has not deteriorated. We even conducted more than ten specific analyzes, but the results are all the same."

"Mr. Ye Heng's situation is hopeless."

When John heard this, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he still didn't want to believe it.

"But he has obviously started to improve! He's not having nightmares anymore!"

"He's so happy every day now! Every day is free! He hasn't even had a problem for over a month!"

"And now you're telling me! He's hopeless! What the hell are you talking to me about!"

John roared, unwilling to believe it.

Dr. Lopez quietly waited for John to finish his yelling, and after he calmed down, he opened his mouth slowly.

"We are sorry for what happened."

"But as a doctor, I have to tell you that Mr. Ye Heng has less than a week left to see him. If there is anything you want to do, you'd better hurry up."

"Sorry, we couldn't help him."

For the next few minutes neither party spoke.

Chapter 528 How to Face It

When Ye Heng returned to the set, it was already dark.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, let's go."

When everyone heard this, smiles appeared on their faces and they cheered.

Only John stood there with a sad expression on his face.

"Hey John, what's the matter?"

Ye Heng walked slowly to his side and patted his shoulder.

John looked up at Ye Heng, but for a moment, as if he had lost his ability to speak, he didn't know what to say.

He didn't know how to tell Ye Heng about this matter, did he have less than a week to live?

How should I speak?directly?Or find a place where no one is around and tell him quietly?

At this moment, John wanted to shoot himself in the head severely.

He didn't want to think about it anymore, it was so painful.

But he knew that he had to tell Ye Heng about it no matter what.

If Ye Heng had one or two years left, maybe he could still be deceiving him.

But now, Ye Heng has less than a week left.

Maybe three or four days later, maybe the day after tomorrow, maybe tomorrow, maybe even today, in the next second.

Ye Heng didn't have much time left, and he was afraid that because of his concealment, Ye Heng would not have time to do anything.

"What's wrong?"

Looking at the expression on John's face, and his unwillingness to speak, Ye Heng vaguely guessed something.

"I, I want to talk to you alone."

Ye Heng looked at the expression on John's face, and then at the bewildered crew behind him.

"You guys go first, I've already booked the hotel, and John and I will be over in a while."

Seeing this, everyone knew that Ye Heng was trying to dismiss them, so they didn't stay and left immediately.

All of a sudden, Ye Heng and John were the only ones left in the bustling studio.

"Is it because of my illness?" Ye Heng asked.

There was hardly a trace of hesitation when he spoke.

John was silent, but the sadness in his heart was even heavier.

"Let me guess, it's getting worse, it's bad, right?"

"Or, I'm hopeless, and that therapy has completely failed."

"No matter how bad it is, there is not much life left."

"One week."

As soon as Ye Heng finished speaking, John began to speak.

After hearing this, Ye Heng froze for a moment.

"One week?"

"Yes, a week." John said, his eyeballs were bloodshot.

This was the rare time Ye Heng saw the killer's eyes turn red.

He still remembered that when he went to rescue him for the first time, even though he was shot several times, he didn't shed a single tear.

Now it seems like I can't help but cry.

"Dr. Lopes said that your condition has deteriorated and is very serious. He also said that you may only have about a week left."

Hearing this, Ye Heng was also stunned, standing there for a long time without saying a word.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that a smile appeared on Ye Heng's face, and then he let out a "puchi" laugh.

John froze for a moment, then looked at Ye Heng in a daze.

But Ye Heng seemed to have a more natural and relaxed appearance.

"A week? That seems to be pretty good."

Ye Heng said with a smile on his face.

For him, this is actually very good.

He has already experienced too much torture, and it has been almost a year since he underwent treatment.

For more than a year, he was worried every day, worried that he would die suddenly.

And now, he learned the deadline of his life.

He thought he would feel fear, but this time, he obviously guessed wrong.

No, no fear, not a whit.

Some are just a sense of relief like relief, as if Sun Dasheng, who was crushed under Wuzhi Mountain, suddenly broke through the cage.

After experiencing all this, he suddenly understood that perhaps only death is the eternal peace.

But he also understands that this is just for his own peace.

He turned to look at John, clearly understanding his pain at this moment.

Just like when I looked at Professor Cheng on the hospital bed.

He really wanted to use what Professor Cheng had said to himself, and say it to John again.

But after thinking for a while, Ye Heng didn't do that.

Because he knows very well that doing so is too fast and cruel for those who love him.

"John, we have all tried our best to actively receive treatment and recover as much as possible."

"I had only a few months left, but now, we have lived for more than a year from the time we were diagnosed."

"I've stolen so much time that doesn't belong to me, I've been lucky."

Ye Heng wanted to calm John down, but the more he said these words, the more sad John felt.

It seemed that he couldn't stand everything now, and suddenly fell to his knees.

"I thought letting you come here could help you get rid of your heart disease."

"I thought you were getting better slowly, and it was only a matter of time before you recovered."

"But why, why is everything going in the worst direction!"

"You're already healed, you're not having nightmares anymore! You've obviously let go of everything!"

Hearing John's wailing, Ye Heng was stunned for a moment. It turned out that John regarded Chu Yixi as a demon that had been tormenting him all this time.

That's why he was asked to come to London to make this movie.

But John didn't know that it was not the real murderer.

But Ye Heng didn't say anything, he just showed a smile on his face.

Now, he felt, some white lies might be needed.

"Actually, I think that's good too, don't you?"

"If you hadn't guided me that way, maybe I wouldn't have come here to release my heart, untie my demons, and completely reconcile with the past."

"Without you, maybe I would end up with hatred. It's you, so I don't have to have any regrets."

"Come on, let's go to the wrap-up banquet, we..."

As Ye Heng was speaking, a sense of suffocation suddenly came up.

As if someone had pierced his heart with a sharp knife, the feeling of despair reminded him again of the time when he had just injected the drug.

The long-lost demon seems to have reappeared.

He thought that the voice had completely left him, but at this moment, he suddenly realized that the voice had never left him!