The best director ever

Chapter 171 I want to decide on this role

The doctor's serious expression made both Han Qiu and Michelle feel that something bad was about to happen.

The doctor took off his glasses and tried not to look at the two of them. He sighed: "We have cleaned the patient of the toxin, but his condition is still very bad."

As he said that, the doctor pointed to his head, "You should also know exactly what kind of medicine he took. These medicines do far less harm to the body than the nerves."

"We can heal the wounds of his body, but not his head."

"So, he is still in danger now."

The doctor said helplessly: "We have tried our best, the rest will depend on his own will, if he can't survive this test."

The doctor didn't finish his sentence, but the two of them vaguely guessed what he meant.

If you can't survive
Then you won't be able to wake up again.

However, Han Qiu breathed a sigh of relief, hope is better than no hope.

As long as people are not dead, everything is possible!
"Thank you for your help." Han Qiu thanked.

Michelle also breathed a sigh of relief, held the doctor's hand tightly, and kept saying thank you.

The doctor nodded: "You should thank God that your prayers saved your friend's life."

"Next, you must continue to pray that he can survive the final difficulties."

After finishing speaking, the doctor left first. After a while, Heath was also lying on the operating trolley and was pushed out.

Han Qiu looked intently, and saw that Heath's face was as pale as paper. If his chest was not still heaving, others would think he was a dead person.He is now no different from a dead person except for breathing.

After being sent to the intensive care unit, Han Qiu and Michelle wanted to go in to take a look, but they were stopped by the nurse, who said that the patient's condition had just stabilized and it was not appropriate to disturb the patient.

Outside the ward, Han Qiu stared silently at Heath through the window: Brother, I hope you can recover soon.

Turning around, Han Qiu said to Michelle, "Heath has just stabilized now, so I won't bother him anymore."

Han Qiu turned and left. After walking a few steps, he turned back and said, "If Heath wakes up, remember to call me."

"and also."

"I'll see him again tomorrow."

Saying that, Han Qiu was about to leave, but after thinking about it, he stopped and added another sentence.

"I will come to accompany him every day."

After the words fell, Han Qiucai staggered and walked out of the hospital slowly.

In the next period of time, Han Qiu went back and forth between the studio and the hospital.

After finishing work during the day, Han Qiu would buy some fruit and visit Heath in the hospital.Every time he comes, he will pay attention to whether there are any fruits on the cabinet.

But to his disappointment, the number of fruits increased day by day, but there was never one less.

Four days later, Han Qiu didn't mention any more fruit when he came this time, but to his surprise, he saw that there was one less fruit.

Just as he was about to ask Heath if he was awake, Michelle told him regretfully that Heath hadn't woken up, and she accidentally ate one of the fruits because she was thirsty.

Han Qiu sighed helplessly.

This guy, when will he wake up? Don't wait for the Dark Knight to be released by that time, but he, the leading actor, has no chance to catch a glimpse.

When Han Qiu asked about the doctor, the doctor told him a dog-blooded answer just like what happened in the Goofy TV series.

"The patient is now in a deep coma. You can 'chat' with him more, say something that impressed him, and stimulate his nerves. Maybe this will help his condition."

Han Qiu smiled wryly, is this shit really putting on a bloody TV series?Is there a day when I was told this sentence?
However, Han Qiu did not disappoint the doctor, and he did as he ordered.

Every day when he came, he would chat with Heath in front of the hospital bed, although he and Heath had known each other not long ago; although the time spanned several years, the real communication time was less than half a year.

"Heath, remember the first time we met? Yes, it was at the movie theater in LA. You kid still wanted to buy me popcorn. Haha, but I said no, are you disappointed? Isn't it Do you find it difficult to get along with Huaxia's kid?"

"I have already edited half of the Dark Knight. In this half, there are many scenes where you appear? Think about the dress I asked the makeup artist to make for you. Does it feel very kind? You are a clown, but you can beat Batman's clown, so many people can't do anything about you, how can you be defeated in a hospital bed?"

"Wake up, my friend, will you? Don't you want to witness your performance? Don't you want to hear the praises of the world's audience?"

"They're like, wow, this clown is so cool, it's so good!"

"Dude, it's been almost a month, why don't you wake up? Do you want to be a vegetable and let Michelle take care of you for the rest of your life? You coward! Get up if you are a man, and then hug your daughter Friends, comfort her well!"

"Fuck, Heath, you are a lunatic. I told you to rest and stop working so hard. Why didn't you listen, and bought sleeping pills and antidepressants? Do you think you'll be fine after taking it?"

"you idiot!"

Han Qiu's heart was also tired. From the soft comfort at the beginning to the dissatisfied cursing at the end, Heath still didn't move at all.

His face has gradually turned rosy, and all the functions of his body are at the level of normal people, but he has been reluctant to open his eyes.

He seems to have shut himself up in his little world, a little isolated world, where he plays the characters he loves.

The attending doctor could only persuade Han Qiu with good words, and gave many examples to comfort Han Qiu.For example, some people have been in a coma for several years, and then suddenly wake up one day under the care of their relatives.

Hearing this, Han Qiu felt even more pained.

How many years?
The ghost knows that I will be there in a few years, so it is impossible to spend a few years with him by myself.

During the period, in addition to Michelle, Heath's parents and his three sisters were also notified and rushed to Los Angeles to take care of him.

Compared with Han Qiu, who knew a little bit of the inside story, Heath's relatives didn't understand why he became like this at all.In their impression, Heath has always been a quiet and sensible boy, why would he buy those messy medicines to take?
Han Qiu smiled wryly. It seemed that Heath had hidden many things from his relatives.

Heath's relatives thanked Han Qiu very much. These days, Han Qiu has never been absent to visit him every day. A little relief.

In a blink of an eye, it was the beginning of December.

This morning, when Han Qiu was busy with work at Warner, Lin Hua called.

"Han Qiu, "Those Years" has passed the review, and the schedule has been fixed, and it will be screened on Christmas Eve."

Han Qiu suddenly felt in a trance. So much time had passed, and Lin Hua's movie was about to be released.

Calculating the time, Lin Hua started the film in May, a few months earlier than himself. In addition, it is a youth campus movie, and the post-production is relatively fast. Now it is December, and it is indeed time for the release.

"Oh, congratulations." When he came back to his senses, Han Qiu cheered up and said with a smile.

Lin Hua could tell something was wrong in Han Qiu's tone, and he asked cautiously, "Did something happen in the United States? Why do you feel so tired?"

Han Qiu breathed a sigh of relief, and said comfortingly, "It's okay, you don't have to worry. By the way, do you need my help for the screening?"

"No, I can fix it myself. I just want to ask you, do you have time to go back to China to attend the premiere?"

Back home?

Han Qiu thought about it, and decided to go back and have a look. Recently, life in the United States has been too troublesome, so it's better to go back and relax.

"Okay, I'll be back before Christmas."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you to come back."

"OK."

12 month 20 number.

Most of the editing work has been done. After nearly two months of running-in, the photographers who worked with Han Qiu also understood what Han Qiu wanted to express in the movie.

Han Qiu decided to let them do the rest of the work.

Originally in Hollywood, general directors did not have the right to final cut after finishing the filming work, and the final version was generally decided by the producer and distributor.

Because a Hollywood director is more of a part-time worker hired by the producer to work, just like a prop artist and lighting engineer, it is just a position, but this position has more rights.

But no matter how big it is, there is no right to the final cut.Because of the interests of the market, the distributor knows how to grasp the length of a movie.

So sometimes, there will be a director's cut version of certain movies. This is the version that the director likes, but it is not the final version.

Han Qiu's identity is not only a director, but also an investor and producer, so he can participate in the final editing work this time.

In Hollywood, with the exception of Han Qiu, there are only a dozen directors who are freelancers and have the final editing rights, and all of them are major directors.Other directors simply don't have this opportunity.When they're done shooting, they hand over all the shots to the producers, and that's it.

Just like wage earners, they are only responsible for a certain part of the work.

That night, after Han Qiu handed over the work, he came to the University of Southern California Hospital alone as usual.

In the monotonous ward, Heath was still asleep.After Han Qiu greeted Michelle and Heath's parents, he sat on the stool beside the hospital bed, talking to himself as usual.

"Heath, this may be the last time I will visit you. After tonight, I will return to China tomorrow. The next time I come, it will probably be when the production of the Dark Knight is completed. It seems that we will be separated for a few months. "

"Oh, forget it. I'm telling you this, but you don't know. I guess I'll go back and forth for a few months. In your heart, it's just the blink of an eye."

"I'm also convinced. You're definitely the first one who can make yourself unconscious by acting in a f*cking show!"

"I know you like acting, or you like to experience all kinds of life. Anyway, this is the first time I met an actor like you. You took the life in the play as reality, and finally made reality and the play indistinguishable Clear."

The corner of Han Qiu's mouth twitched, and he jokingly said, "You are an actor who takes his life for nothing. I guess no one in Hollywood would dare to use you except me, right?"

"Hehe, I originally wanted to give you a few more classic characters for you to experience. It seems that there is probably no chance."

"It's a pity, this role is no worse than a clown."

Saying that, Han Qiu shook his head, got up and left.

But when he had just walked to the door of the ward, there was a faint, indistinct voice behind him, as if shaking a candle.

"The role of Qiu...you can't...give it to someone else, I'm going to make it"

Han Qiu stopped walking, and instead of showing an excited smile on his face, it was as dark as the bottom of a pot!
Damn Heath, you can't listen to all the good things I say, and you wake up when I say I want to ask you to make a movie?
shit!

Who the hell wants to cooperate with you, damn madman!

Han Qiu turned his head with a sullen face, but when he turned his face completely, for some reason, there was a smile on his face.He laughed and scolded: "Next time you dare to take medicine indiscriminately, I promise to ruin your reputation in the United States, so that you will not be able to play any roles in the future!"

Heath curled his lips in disdain, "Then I'll go to Huaxia to settle accounts with you. You can run away as a monk, but not a temple!"

"Hey? Can you still use Chinese proverbs?"

"I learned from you, can it be used?"

"Do you still want to learn? I will teach you a few more days?"

"Of course!"

After finishing speaking, under the weird eyes of everyone in the ward, the two looked at each other and smiled, but Heath didn't have the bucket of popcorn in his hand.

　Well, I'm a fan of the Joker!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)