Urban ancient fairy doctor

Seeing that Ye Bufan didn't move, Lu Banxia and others didn't speak either. They sat together and watched the rehearsal in front of them.

Here on the set, rehearsals officially begin.

The previous plot was very traditional and simple. The protagonist Marcus was chased by a group of villains. In the end, he used his powerful force to kill all the villains.

This is a big show, not much plot, the main thing is exciting fighting.

Marcus was obviously an expert in this area, and every move was very exciting and fascinating, but Ye Bufan frowned.

Just as Wang Aimin said before, this guy is a very powerful warrior, and he didn't hold back at all during the fight.

Normally this was just acting, not a real life-and-death fight, but this guy was so ruthless that all the extras who were acting opposite him were knocked to the ground. It wasn't because of the use of special effects, but on the contrary, they were all injured to varying degrees. .

The director had made action requirements for these group performers before, but there were no requirements for Marcus and they were completely free to play. According to him, this can better ensure the authenticity of the fight.

Soon seven or eight of the extras present were knocked down, and it was Wang Aiguo's turn. He followed the prescribed actions and hit the opponent's jaw with a right hook.

Marcus casually raised his left hand to catch the punch, and then punched out with his right hand like lightning, hitting Wang Aiguo's face hard.

This punch was not an act. If it was hit, the bridge of the nose would be broken.

Seeing so many of his companions injured, Wang Aiguo was always cautious and quickly lowered his head to avoid the punch.

Seeing that his punch was empty, a chill flashed in Marcus's eyes, and then his right leg flew out like lightning, and he kicked the opponent's head directly with a vicious right whip kick.

Although Wang Aiguo has some skills, he has only practiced for a few days and has not even stepped into the threshold of a yellow-level warrior.

At this moment, he had no time to dodge the sharp blow, so he could only barely raise his left arm to catch the kick.

Then Marcus kicked his arm hard. The force of this kick was so great that with a click, his left arm was violently kicked off.

Wang Aiguo was also kicked two to three meters away and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Cousin, are you okay?"

Wang Aimin no longer cared about the camera, immediately dropped the camera and ran over, helping Wang Aiguo up from the ground. At this moment, his left arm had become a V-shape and the bones of his hand were completely broken by the kick.

Acting is interrupted at this moment

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, the director also gathered around with others.

"Are you crazy? Isn't it just a filming? You need to kill me."

Wang Aiguo's eyes were blood red. He didn't care about being injured and suffering. What he cared about was that he wouldn't be able to film in the next few months. What would he do to send money home then? How to pay school fees for children?

The key point is that this is just acting, not a real life and death fight. Even if it is to pursue authenticity, the other party does not need to be so heavy-handed.

But Marcus snorted indifferently: "Can you blame others for your own uselessness? Haven't you Chinese people always said that you are good at Kung Fu? Don't you always think that you are very powerful? Now you are injured and you come to blame others.

If you ask me to tell you, you are trash and the sick man of East Asia. "

Ye Bufan's expression turned cold and he remembered what Wang Aimin said before. This guy hurt the Chinese every time. It seemed that he did it intentionally.

He was jealous of the reputation of Chinese Kung Fu, so he wanted to use it to express himself, but he forgot that the other party was just an ordinary extra. If he was really capable, he could go to China to challenge the martial arts world.

But the other party didn't have the courage, so he could only use these extras to show off how powerful his kung fu was.

Wang Aimin looked at him and said angrily: "What did you say? This is just for filming, okay? Is it necessary to beat people like this?"

Marcus still had a sneer on his face: "For you, it's acting, but for me, every time is actual combat. Do you understand this is professionalism?

If you can, you can injure me or maim me. Even if you beat me to death, I will never blame you. "

After hearing his words, everyone present looked angry, especially the extras who were injured by him, their hearts were full of resentment.

But there is no way, their skills are there, even if they use all their strength, they are really no match for them, they can only humiliate themselves.

Wang Aiguo's eyes were blood red and full of anger, but he had no choice but to struggle to stand up from the ground and prepare to leave.

"Don't move yet, I'll give you some treatment."

Ye Bufan said and walked over.

"Who are you and can you do it?"

The bearded director next to him said.

Thinking of the miraculous medical skills displayed by Ye Bufan just now, Wang Aimin quickly said: "Director, he is my fellow countryman and a doctor. He has very good medical skills."

The bearded director shook his head, obviously not trusting him very much, but he didn't stop him.

Ye Bufan ignored him

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The man reached out and grabbed the two broken arms, pulled them away, and heard a click as the broken arms were reattached.

Although Wang Aiguo didn't make any sound from his mouth before, it didn't mean that his arm didn't hurt. He just endured the excruciating pain with his strong willpower.

But now after the broken arm was reattached, he suddenly found that there was no pain at all, but there was still a little soreness and numbness.

Ye Bufan said: "Okay, don't lift heavy objects for three days, and don't do anything with others for a week. After a week, you can be back to normal."

"Really? Brother Ye, thank you so much. You are really my great benefactor."

Wang Aiguo moved his arms, and sure enough, he was back to normal. This made him overjoyed, with a look of gratitude on his face.

He originally thought that he would not have any income in the next two or three months, but now that time has been shortened to one week, he can still bear this loss.

Seeing that the arm he had broken off was so easily reattached, Marcus snorted coldly: "Sick man of East Asia, don't let me see you again, or I'll break both of your hands next time."

"you……"

Wang Aiguo blushed with anger and was about to rush over to fight this guy, but was pulled back by Ye Bufan.

He looked at Marcus: "You just said that it would be okay if the extras injured you, right?"

"Of course, it's okay even if you beat me to death, provided you have the ability."

Marcus looked arrogant. In his opinion, the Chinese in front of him was even thinner, not even as good as Wang Aiguo, so how could he be the slightest threat to him.

"In this case, please be a witness, so that you won't blame me for hitting too hard when you get injured." After Ye Bufan finished speaking, he looked at the director next to him, "I want to replace Wang Aiguo as an extra, is that okay?"

"Young man, I think you'd better forget it, otherwise you will get hurt."

The director shook his head as he spoke. He could see what Ye Bufan wanted to do, but who was opposite him? It was Marcus, the Kung Fu King of Hollywood. With a body as small as yours, you wouldn't die if you went up there.

Ye Bufan said: "It's okay, director, I don't want a penny. I will bear all the consequences of the injury myself, and I will never let the crew bear any responsibility."

"Okay, that's what you said, don't come to me if you get hurt."

The bearded director said again, and then waved to his men: "Everyone is in position, ready to shoot."