novellhall Chapter 345 [Targeted Organ Healing Card] in use!
Chapter 345 [Targeted Organ Healing Card] in use!
Chapter 344 [Targeted Organ Healing Card] in use!
The studio of "The Wandering Earth" welcomed the final scene of the character Liu Peiqiang, which is also the most crucial and important scene in the entire film.
Liu Peiqiang piloted the space station, hurtling towards Jupiter, igniting flames, and risking his life to give Earth a glimmer of hope.
The entire studio was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
All the staff held their breath and walked very quietly.
Inside the space station's main control module, cold white light shone on Chen Xun, who was wearing a heavy spacesuit and had little expression on his face.
Guo Fan sat in front of the monitor, even his breathing became shallow, and he softly said into the walkie-talkie: "All departments, take your positions, prepare."
"Action!"
The moment the clapperboard fell, Chen Xun became Liu Peiqiang.
He looked at his son Liu Qi's desperate face on the ground on the screen, listened to the desperate cries on the global broadcast, and gently stroked his son's face on the screen with his fingers.
There was reluctance in his eyes, and a deep attachment to the earth, but no fear.
He slowly picked up the communicator, spoke it to Makarov on the ground, and uttered the line, word by word, in a steady voice: "Forward three!"
When he reached out and pushed aside the manual control lever, piloting the space station towards the Jupiter-like flames that could devour everything, there was no hesitation in his eyes, only relief and determination.
He spoke his last words to his son through the communicator: "Son, I'm sorry, Dad has to break his promise again!"
Guo Fan's eyes instantly reddened in front of the monitor.
The young female script supervisor next to me had already covered her mouth, tears silently streaming down her face.
They all knew the plot of the script.
Watching Chen Xun's performance felt like watching a father, an astronaut, selflessly rushing towards death for the hope of all mankind.
Without hysterical shouts or exaggerated emotional outbursts, the core of the character was laid bare before everyone with just a glance and a line of dialogue.
"Cut!"
Guo Fan's voice was choked with emotion.
The moment he spoke into the walkie-talkie, thunderous applause erupted across the entire set.
"It's perfect!"
"Chen Xun's acting was so superb, I couldn't hold back my tears!"
"This is Liu Peiqiang! This is the Liu Peiqiang we've been looking for!"
The staff members clapped and discussed among themselves, their eyes red with tears.
Wu Mengda walked over with his cane, gave Chen Xun a thumbs up, and said with admiration, "Xun, you're amazing. You handled this scene so well, without a trace of acting. You really understand this character."
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Chen Xun took off his spacesuit helmet, his forehead damp with a thin layer of sweat, smiled at everyone, and felt a sense of relief.
From the moment he took on the role, he had been pondering the core of Liu Peiqiang's character.
This character is just an ordinary father and an ordinary astronaut, yet he makes the most extraordinary choice in a desperate situation.
Amidst the applause, several attribute orbs slowly floated down from Chen Xun's body, and golden notification text appeared before his eyes one after another:
[Exquisite portrayal of Chinese-style commoner heroes +35]
[Controlled Performance with Precise Emotional Control +28]
[Peak of conviction in green screen performances in sci-fi films +22]
[Patriotic Sentiment Character Core Empathy +30]
[Perfectly closed character arc throughout the film +25]
"Absorb it all!"
Chen Xun silently recited the instructions in his mind, and his vast acting experience instantly surged into his body, completely merging with his already mastered acting system.
The progress bar for the "Loading into History" achievement on the system panel, along with the attribute orbs accumulated over the years, finally made a slight jump, eventually stopping at the "16%" position.
In just a few months, his understanding of acting has reached a whole new level.
"Chen Xun, happy wrap-up!"
Guo Fan walked over carrying a large bouquet of sunflowers, her eyes still red. She gripped Chen Xun's hand tightly, a thousand words unspoken, but in the end—
It all boils down to one sentence: "Thank you, without you there would be no 'The Wandering Earth'."
"Director Guo, you're too kind."
Chen Xun took the flowers, smiled, and patted him on the shoulder: "This is all of our 'The Wandering Earth.' I just did what I was supposed to do. When the film is released, everyone will see that Chinese science fiction can do it."
The wrap party was scheduled for that evening, and the entire crew gathered together to celebrate in a lively atmosphere.
Wu Mengda sat next to the main seat, holding a wine glass in his hand, with a smile on his face, and clinked glasses with the main creators of the film crew.
No one noticed that his hand holding the glass would occasionally tremble slightly, and when he sat down, he would subconsciously press his hand to his chest to catch his breath.
For the 65-year-old, this period of filming was almost like putting his body to the test.
The scenes in the underground city required wearing heavy protective suits, which weighed nearly 70 kilograms in total, with three layers inside and out.
It takes two hours to put on and take off the clothes.
In order not to delay the filming schedule, he often didn't take it off all day.
We wore clothes while eating and drinking, which made us sweat profusely and even made breathing difficult.
He filmed scenes in sub-zero temperatures, wearing only a single layer of clothing in a cold storage room. His lips turned purple from the cold, but he never complained.
Even when he was feeling unwell, he insisted on doing the wire work himself.
Several times, he felt dizzy and almost fainted.
The assistant quickly handed him an oxygen cylinder, and he took a few breaths and recovered.
He still wants to do a few more.
The entire crew admired Uncle Da's dedication, but they were also worried about his health.
Guo Fan repeatedly reminded him that filming could be stopped at any time if Uncle Da felt unwell.
But he never made a single special request, always smiling and saying, "It's okay, I can handle it!"
Chen Xun sat next to Uncle Da, watching him force himself to laugh and joke with everyone, but the exhaustion hidden in his eyes was undeniable, and Chen Xun felt a pang of sadness in his heart.
In his previous life, Uncle Da's health deteriorated due to long-term heart problems and the fatigue of filming, and he eventually passed away in 2021.
I didn't get to see "The Wandering Earth" become a milestone in Chinese science fiction, nor did I get to see it leave behind any more classic works.
Now that he has the ability to make up for this regret in this life, he will never let the tragedy repeat itself.
He put down his wine glass and silently recited in his heart: "Use the [Targeted Organ Healing Card], designated target: Ng Man-tat, targeted organ repair: heart, to completely cure all organic lesions."
The moment the command was given, a notification popped up on the system panel in front of Chen Xun:
[The targeted organ therapy card has been used on Wu Mengda, whose organic lesions of the heart have been 100% repaired, and related complications have been eliminated simultaneously, with no side effects or rejection reactions.]
Chen Xun's heart, which had been hanging in suspense for so long, finally settled down completely.
Wu Mengda, who was sitting next to him, had just clinked glasses with Guo Fan and downed the liquor in his glass. He was about to put the glass down when he suddenly paused.
He felt a warm current spreading silently from his chest, and the heavy, tight feeling that had been pressing on his heart for years was gently brushed away by a hand.
The suffocating feeling that used to make me breathless after climbing just two flights of stairs, which should have worsened after drinking alcohol, completely disappeared.
Most of the fatigue in my body seemed to have been drained away, even my breathing became exceptionally smooth, and I felt more relaxed than ever before.
Uncle Da subconsciously pressed his chest, then raised his hand to feel his pulse, a look of surprise on his face.
He thought that filming had wrapped up for the day, and a huge weight had been lifted from his heart. He felt relaxed and his body felt lighter as well.
He smiled and shook his head, not taking it to heart. He then picked up his glass and raised it to Chen Xun: "Xun, this is a toast to you. Thank you for not only giving me the role of Han Zi'ang, but also allowing this old man to participate in our own Chinese science fiction film. It's all worth it!"
Chen Xun smiled, raised his glass, and clinked it with his. Seeing the renewed sparkle in Uncle Da's eyes, he felt reassured: "Uncle Da, it's my turn to toast you."
"Without you, the character Han Ziang wouldn't have such a touching and relatable personality. You work too hard on your filming. You should take better care of your health and drink less alcohol in the future."
"I know~ I know~"
Uncle Da smiled and agreed.
He downed the wine in one gulp, but his energy kept increasing, completely unlike before when he was so tired after a day of filming that he didn't even have the energy to eat.
He stayed with the crew from beginning to end at the wrap party, chatting with the young actors and sharing his filming experience, his voice full of energy.
The assistants were all surprised.
Uncle Da is in better shape today than he has been in the past few months.
The banquet ended late at night.
Uncle Da's agent helped him walk out, unable to help but complain, "You know you have a heart condition, yet you still drank so much. The doctor repeatedly told you not to drink alcohol, why didn't you listen at all?"
"What if something goes wrong?"
"Oh, I'm just happy today. Filming has wrapped up, everyone's happy, having a couple of drinks won't hurt."
Uncle Da waved his hand, his steps steady, without the slightest hint of drunkenness: "You know what, I really feel strange today. After drinking, my chest doesn't feel tight at all, but instead, my whole body feels very relaxed. It's weird."
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"That was just luck!"
The agent was still worried, frowning: "Tomorrow I'll take you to the best hospital in the capital for a full checkup to see what's wrong with your heart."
"I've been working too hard filming these past few months, I need to get it checked out properly, otherwise I won't feel at ease."
Uncle Da couldn't persuade him otherwise, so he could only nod helplessly: "Alright, alright, I'll investigate, I'll listen to you."
The next morning, his agent took Ng Man-tat to Peking Union Medical College Hospital, where they booked an appointment with a cardiologist and underwent a comprehensive cardiac examination.
From electrocardiogram to echocardiogram, and then to various blood tests, it took a whole morning to get everything done.
While waiting for the test results, the agent kept muttering to himself.
We absolutely cannot let Uncle Da work so hard filming anymore.
Heart problems can range from minor to serious. The doctors in Hong Kong had repeatedly said that his heart failure was very serious and that he needed to rest well and avoid overexertion.
Uncle Da sat calmly in his chair.
He could feel the changes in his body; the heaviness that had been pressing on his chest for years was gone, and he no longer felt out of breath when walking.
I had a feeling that the results of this test shouldn't be bad.
In the afternoon, the inspection report finally came out.
The senior cardiologist held the report, looked at it repeatedly, then looked up at Ng Man-tat, and then flipped through the medical records that his agent had provided from his previous hospital in Hong Kong. His brows furrowed more and more, and his face was full of disbelief.
"Doctor, how is it?"
"Has his heart condition worsened again?"
The agent quickly stepped forward and asked nervously.
The elderly expert adjusted his glasses, looked at the two of them, and asked with surprise, "Serious?"
"It's not serious at all!"
"All the test results have been reviewed, and the heart function is completely normal. There are no organic lesions in the valves, myocardium, or coronary arteries. The patient is very healthy."
"It's just that I'm getting older and have a slight arrhythmia, which is common in older people. It doesn't affect my health at all, and I don't even need to take any medicine."
One sentence left Uncle Da and his agent stunned.
The agent's eyes widened instantly, and she exclaimed in disbelief, "Doctor, are you sure you're not mistaken?"
"His previous checkups in Hong Kong clearly showed heart failure and organic damage to his myocardium. The doctor said he needed long-term rest and couldn't overexert himself. How could he possibly be completely normal?"
"How could I have misread it!"
The senior expert pushed the report in front of them, pointing to the various data: "Look, the ejection fraction, heart chamber size, and ventricular wall motion are all normal. There's no heart failure, not even slight myocardial damage."
"The Hong Kong case you brought is either a misdiagnosis or a case of miraculous recovery in recent years."
"Anyway, based on today's test results, his heart is healthier than that of many people in their fifties or sixties."
The agent's hands were trembling as he held the medical report.
He looked at it over and over again.
Each of the above data points is vastly different from the previous reports from Hong Kong hospitals.
How is that possible?
Uncle Da's heart problem has been going on for a while now.
Two years ago, he was hospitalized for heart failure and has been on medication ever since.
How could all the lesions have disappeared overnight?
Even the doctors said it was a miracle.
Uncle Da held the report, stared blankly at the diagnosis result of "no abnormalities found" for a long time, and then suddenly smiled.
After leaving the hospital, the agent still couldn't believe it, repeatedly saying it was impossible, and insisted on taking Uncle Da back to Hong Kong to have another check-up at the best hospital.
Uncle Da couldn't persuade him otherwise, so three days later he went back to Hong Kong with his agent and went directly to the private hospital where he had been receiving treatment, where he underwent another full heart checkup.
However, the final test results were exactly the same as the report from Peking Union Medical College Hospital.
The previously recorded heart failure and organic myocardial damage have all disappeared without a trace, and the heart function is completely healthy.
Even the cardiologist who had been treating him for years was speechless with shock and had to check the report several times before he dared to confirm that there were no errors.
Holding the final test report, the agent was completely dumbfounded. He sat on a chair in the hospital, unable to come to his senses for a long time.
Uncle Da patted him on the shoulder with a smile, his tone full of relief: "Don't overthink it, as long as it's a good thing."
"Thank God, I can still make movies for a few more years and enjoy the good times of Chinese films."
At this moment, Chen Xun was pushing two huge suitcases, with Ellie bouncing behind him.
The little girl was also holding a model of a spacecraft, which she treasured dearly.
It was a gift that Guo Fan specially gave to her.
Her suitcase was packed to the brim.
There were Chinese-style souvenirs from Guo Fan's team, customized merchandise from "The Wandering Earth," and embroidered bookmarks from Zhao Jinmai.
A chalcedony bracelet, a whole bunch of trinkets and snacks she bought when she went to the Forbidden City, the Great Wall, and Nanluoguxiang with her assistant, and a whole Polaroid photo album filled with pictures.
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