Dozo America

"Okay, that's it for today. We'll have a day off tomorrow. Our progress is going very smoothly. This is a reward for everyone!"

Director Rupert

Sanders clapped his hands, then announced that today's shooting was over, and announced the shooting time the day after tomorrow. Everyone began to leave the studio.

This studio is mainly used to shoot some special effects shots. Actors and actors usually perform on a blank stage. Then combined with post-production special effects synthesis, a dense jungle and wonderful magical changes can be formed.

Kristen was sitting in the dressing room removing her makeup. To be honest, makeup removal was very troublesome. The makeup artist and assistant were busy at the side, but Kristen was calm and relaxed, not anxious at all.

Then a white man next to me seemed a little more impatient and walked around in the dressing room.

"Beck, you shook me so hard that I felt dizzy."

Kristen complained to the man dissatisfied. This man was the Johnny Zhen Fan met in Beverly Hills.

Baker is a member of the Johnny family, which is also one of the major shareholders of Universal Pictures.

In fact, it’s not director Rupert today either.

Sanders was so kind that he wanted to give the actors a day off, but this Johnny...

At Baker's request, he told the director that he needed Kristen to take a day off to attend his father's birthday party.

What Sanders hated most was playboys like this who had nothing to do and sometimes interfered with the filming progress, so he could only agree, but he secretly warned Kristen not to affect the filming progress for personal reasons.

Kristen was also troubled. He was worried about Johnny.

Baker's entanglement was annoying, but she was helpless because this play was also recommended by the playboy. This was her opportunity, and even the generous remuneration made her tempted.

Although she has become very famous after filming the "Twilight" series and has no shortage of good roles to come, she is still unwilling to do anything that would obviously offend the bosses of Universal Pictures.

"I will take you to order a dress today, and tomorrow I will make you appear at the banquet in your most beautiful image!" Johnny obviously regarded Kristen as a vase, and Kristen was disgusted by such words.

"I promise to be your companion, but...I have my own choice, okay?" Christine retorted unceremoniously, "I have my own assistant and makeup artist, and they know what kind of image they will give me.

suitable!"

Johnny was stunned for a moment, still unwilling to give in, and wanted to say something.

"Stop talking about this, okay? We didn't discuss this. I don't want to be your puppet. You know, the worst you can do is kick me out of this show!"

Christine really didn't like Johnny very much. He was a typical playboy with no ability. He only wanted to spend time and drink and enjoy the wealth brought by his parents.

"Okay, okay!" Johnny raised his hands, "So where should we go for dinner today? How was the restaurant last time? French dinner might be a good choice!"

"I'm not going anywhere, I want to go home!"

Kristen looked at Johnny, who was stunned, in the mirror.

"I'm very tired after a day of filming. I want to take a rest. Beck, please go first. I promise to show up at the banquet tomorrow. Don't worry about it. I will do what I promised you!"

"It's not fair, Kristen, I've been waiting here for you all day!" Johnny's face looked ugly, a bit frustrated.

"I didn't ask you to wait for me!"

Kristen's makeup had been taken off, she arranged her clothes, picked up her bag and her assistant and was about to leave.

"etc!"

Johnny grabbed Christine's arm.

Kristine was pulled by him, her arms were a little raw, and she couldn't help frowning and looking at him: "Mr. Baker, I respect you as a gentleman, and I don't care about your behavior, but if you do it again

, I will protest to the directing team and let it go!"

"Okay!" Seeing that Kristen was determined, Johnny relaxed, raised his hands, and then pointed at Kristen, "I hope you can remember the banquet tomorrow!"

"I won't forget it. If you have someone else, I can quit!"

"See you tomorrow!"

Johnny's face looked extremely ugly, and then he turned around in a graceful manner and walked outside. Then he heard a "clang" and the sound of someone exclaiming.

"Damn it, who put the lamppost here? Are you idiots?"

Following the angry shouting, there was a mix of footsteps and hurried sounds.

"What happened?"

Christine looked at her assistant, one named Sibella.

McKinley's Irish girl's name is also a typical Irish one.

Sibella went out to take a look, and came back with a disgusted expression.

"When Mr. Baker was leaving, he bumped into a lamppost, and then it fell and hit the lighting engineer Luke Smith on the head. The scene was very chaotic, and the courageous guy ran away!"

It seems that Sibella doesn't have a good impression of Johnny either.

"Go and take a look!" Christine heard that someone had been hit, and she quickly got up and walked out.

"God, he fainted! I don't even know what to do?" A staff member complained to director Sanders, "That damn thing has already escaped!"

"Call 911," Sanders ordered.

"It's already been called, it should be here soon!"

"Better hurry up, Henry, and send a lighting engineer over tomorrow, you damn bastard!" Sanders roared. Even if the movie had been terminated for one day, there was still such a problem. I don't know if this damn sentence was a curse.

Who may be the timid and meddlesome playboy, but it may also be Christine who provoked that playboy.

At least that's what he thought. Johnny﹒

This guy Baker was the one Kristen provoked.

"Damn bastard!"

Kristine saw the lighting engineer Luke who was injured and fell to the ground.

Smith couldn't help but also cursed, and of course the target of her curse was Johnny.

Luke

Smith is a nice middle-aged man, down-to-earth and hard-working. He also takes good care of Kristen and often helps Kristen with small favors.

"Why can a small injury lead to coma?" Sanders continued to question the people around him, "Henry, why hasn't the ambulance come yet? God, this place is bad enough. Take care of it and I'll leave first.

"With that said, he left the studio without looking back.

Assistant Henry is left to continue handling the incident.

Christine helped hold Luke's forehead with a handkerchief, but blood still seeped out from time to time.

Amidst the piercing sirens, the ambulance finally drove over. Several medical staff came in carrying a stretcher, and then began to examine Luke.

Smith's body and performed simple hemostasis.

"Give way, let's take him away first. Which of you wants to follow? Is anyone responsible for him?" a medical staff shouted from the side.

"It's me, sir, I'll go with you!" Henry raised his hand.

"And me!" Christine responded without hesitation.

"Miss Stewart..." Assistant Sibella wanted to stop Christine.

"No, I must go! He is my friend!" Christine did not hesitate and followed her into the ambulance. Sibella had no choice but to follow her into the car.

Seeing Luke being sent to the emergency room, Kristen breathed a sigh of relief and sat on a resting chair nearby.

"As long as I'm here!" Henry said to Christine, "You'd better go and rest!"

"Okay, call me if you need anything!"

Kristine didn't force herself. She really felt tired after a long day and just wanted to have a good sleep.

Back at the villa in Beverly Hills, Kristen lived with her assistant. She took a hot bath and felt a little tired, so she went to bed early. But some things that happened today lingered in her mind. Why?

Can't sleep either.

If only Zhen were here! Kristen suddenly saw the shadow of Zhen Fan. He is a master doctor in treating insomnia. I heard that his clinic was opened, but she didn't even go to congratulate him. It was really weird.

…

Thinking of this, Christine couldn't help but shook her head.

When she finally fell asleep, it was already three o'clock in the morning. When she woke up, she saw that it was already nine o'clock in the morning. She couldn't help but slap her forehead. She rarely got up so late. This was not a good idea.

Habit.

"Sibella, did Henry call?"

Christine is still thinking about this matter.

"No, no, maybe it shouldn't be a big deal. After all, it was just a small accident!" Sibella shrugged and said it didn't matter.

"I'd better fight one and ask about the situation. Luke is a good man!"

Christine dialed the phone, and Henry's voice came through.

"The situation is not very good!" Henry's first words frightened Christine.

"Did the lamp head break it?"

"No, no, the lamp head hit was just a small injury, nothing serious, but...in Luke's head, the doctor found a tumor. The tumor that existed a long time ago has already reached the mid-to-late stage. This

This syncope is related to tumors!" Henry's words were very pessimistic.

"I'll go take a look right away!" Kristen put down the phone and got ready to get dressed and go out.

"You are so rude! Miss Stewart!" Sibella had to stop her at this time. After all, Christine is a public figure and can easily cause unnecessary trouble.

"What's more important than human life? Sibella!" Christine rushed out of the door without giving Sibella a reason to refute.

"The situation is very bad. If the operation is performed, the chance of success is only 30%! Maybe even lower!" The doctor told Henry and Christine the truth.

"That...is really terrible!"

Henry shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm going to have to find someone to replace him again! Damn it!"

Christine looked at Henry and glared at him with some dissatisfaction. These words were very hurtful. Now these people are focusing on Bruck, but on their own movies.

"I'm going to see Luke!"

Kristine approached the ward without looking back. Luke was lying on the hospital bed with a tube inserted in his body, his eyes blank, watching Kristine come in, barely showing a smile.

"I didn't expect big stars to come back to see me!"

"No, it's nothing. I really didn't expect it..." Christine looked a little heavy, "Luke, you will be fine!"

"I know what my situation is. It's already like this. What else can I say? God may let me go to heaven. I've been longing for it for a long time!" Luke forced a smile, "But thank you, Christine,

You are such a kind girl!"

"Are you giving up?"

"What else can I do? While I can still move now, I want to leave the hospital tomorrow. Staying in this damn place for one more day will make people feel like they have died a day earlier!"

"Ha! You are really..." Christine wanted to make a joke, but had no intention of saying it, "Okay, if you insist on doing this, I agree with you!"