Chapter 1843

The director quickly said: "Madam, this is our director of photography, my old buddy. He is basically my cinematographer. This afternoon, while filming, he suddenly collapsed and was taken to the hospital. The doctor didn't say anything. He just said that maybe he was too tired and under great pressure from work during this period, so he fainted. After the infusion, he woke up and we came back...but..."

There was a hint of worry on the director's face: "But unexpectedly, on the way back, he said he was tired and wanted to sleep for a while, but when we got to the hotel, we couldn't wake him up. We thought he might have died from sleep, so we carried her back. At that time, I thought, there is a tip bag given by you, Madam, under my pillow. It might be better for him to sleep with me, but I didn’t expect... He has been sleeping until now... We can’t wake him up no matter how we scream, I I guess something happened to him..."

Zhou Ping quickly came to the bed, looked at the man's face, reached out and touched his forehead and fingers.

"This man's hands are almost stiff. Fortunately, you got him to sleep in your room and let him breathe. Otherwise, he might be gone by now."

This person's life should not be cut off. He was restrained by the calming talisman under the pillow. Although his soul was gone, his body had not cooled down yet, and there was still a breath of life. Moreover, his life should not be cut off. As long as he used some means, he could still kill him. Rescued.

Zhou Ping's words shocked the director and the other three people. The director estimated that his old friend's condition was serious, but he didn't expect it to be this serious: "Husband... madam, he... his... situation Very serious?"

Zhou Ping said: "His face is white with greenish gray, and the hall is completely black. The Yang fire on his body has only the last spark left. His Yang Qi has been dissipated too seriously, causing his soul to collapse and separate from his body. Fortunately, he has I gave you that talisman to protect his body with a breath of life..."

The assistant director, who had half his face swollen in the morning, now has reduced swelling and can speak clearly. He stammered and asked: "Madam... we, and Lao Cai, are we..."

After drinking the cup of fragrant gray water given by Zhou Ping, his various symptoms improved a lot. Although they were not completely eliminated, they were not much better than before, and his work efficiency was also very high today.

Originally, he was worried about the side effects, but after a whole day, he felt no discomfort at all, which gradually made him feel relieved.

Zhou Ping glanced at the four of them: "Yes, your situation is the same, but his condition is worse than yours. If you continue to get worse, you will be the same as him."

"Gudong..." Someone made a swallowing sound out of nervousness and fear.

The director's face was pale, with fear in his eyes, "Madam... help... please save us, I... I don't want to die yet..."

Zhou Ping nodded: "None of you are destined to be here. Now that you have met, I won't really ignore it. However, before I accept a business, I always make it clear to others..."

Several people said in succession: "Tell me, tell me... what are your rules?"

Zhou Ping said: "My charges are not cheap. How much I charge depends on how many of my things are used and how troublesome the process is. Once it is resolved afterwards, I will say how much it is, Fujia."

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