Chapter 499

The sharp scalpel will bleed when it cuts into the wound, but if it splashes out, I'm afraid it will exceed expectations. This slight shake immediately makes everything closer to reality.

Jiang Wuchen's face was sweating. In order to stabilize his mind, he subconsciously picked up the brandy next to him and took a big drink. This action was not in the script, but also played on the spot.

Wang Jing shouted good again, which showed that Jiang Wuchen had completely entered the play and felt the nervous mood of the characters in the play.

After the mood stabilized, Jiang Wuchen's hand also calmed down. He quickly cut a gap in the wound and clamped out a warhead with a clip

The warhead had been twisted and deformed, and it fell on the nearby iron plate with a click. Jiang Wuchen was relieved, and the sweat on his forehead was dripping.

Wang Jing whispered: "props, come on, let the wound of winter rain speed up the blood..."

Special treatment was made behind the wound on Murong Xue's body. There was a special blood bag. The prop group only needed to press the switch, and the water pump in the blood bag could start to let the blood spray out of the wound.

The red blood flowed from the wound on Murong Xue's shoulder. Jiang Wuchen picked up all the gauze on his hand and blocked it at the wound, but the wound still couldn't stop.

Seeing Murong Xue bleeding, he will lose too much blood over a long time.

At this moment, Xia Qiu, played by Jiang Wuchen, began to be impatient and nervous. "Grass!" he burst out a rude remark, which was not in the script. This time, he picked up the ice bucket next to him and poured all the water and ice on his head.

"Ah!"

Zhong Zhenzhen and Li Li whispered in surprise. They saw more realistic pictures behind the monitor and could fully feel the emotional changes coming from Lu Beichuan.

Wang Jing was very excited. "Good, go on, others don't talk." then he whispered: "Xia Qiu drank several mouthfuls of wine just now. The alcohol was absorbed through the gastric juice. It only took a few minutes to get on his head and produce a feeling of dizziness, especially a big drink! Now Xia Qiu has the symptoms of drunkenness. He picked up an ice bucket and poured it on his head to wake himself up. Wow, brother Chen has entered the play..."

Zhong Zhenzhen and Li Li looked at each other, "it seems true to hear you say so."

Jiang Wuchen took out the needle and thread from the first aid kit, took down the gauze and began to sew the wound. At this moment, the wound no longer bled, and the blood was all over the desktop, the ground and Jiang Wuchen's hands.

When the wound was sewn up, Jiang Wuchen sat down and gasped for a few minutes. He took out a large syringe and extracted his own plasma from the veins

"Ka, Ka!!" Wang Jing shouted.

Everyone breathed in the quiet scene. The lights and sounds relaxed and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

Wang Jing rushed over, "brother Chen, what are you... What are you doing? We have prepared enough props. Why do you... Draw your own blood."

Zhong Zhenzhen and Li Li also came, but it was not. Jiang Wuchen's arm was exposed, and the blood vessels were like a small snake, and the blood flowed into the syringe from a distance along the catheter.

Nearby Murong Xue also sat up, "brother, you..."

Jiang Wuchen smiled faintly, "sorry, I was too involved in the play just now." then he looked up at Murong Xue, "Xiaoxue, do you dare to take your brother's blood?"

"Ah?"

Murong Xue was surprised and didn't react for a moment.

In fact, Shangjiang Wuchen has her own ideas. Murong Xue is weak and has no channels. With such a strong degree of work, she can't last long.

Jiang Wuchen's blood is not ordinary blood. It contains a lot of vitality. For ordinary people, this thing is a fairy pill.

Jiang Wuchen wants to change Murong Xue's constitution. This is just an opportunity.

"Dare." Murong Xue looked at Jiang Wuchen with crazy eyes.

Jiang Wuchen turned his head and looked at Wang Jing. "Fat man, don't waste time. Start the machine quickly and try to pass it once."

"Oh, my God, you are... Playing big!" Wang Jing returned quickly. "All departments are ready and hurry up."

"One shot, OK!"

“ok。”

“……”

"OK, start!" Wang Jing said.

Several shots are aimed at Jiang Wuchen at the same time, including shooting blood vessels, syringes and Murong Xue. Every detail is not missed.

Jiang Wuchen drew 500 cc of blood in one breath, injected the plasma into a bag, and then hung it up for Murong Xue. After the injection, Jiang Wuchen was relieved.

"Click."

Wang Jing sighed, "it's over, brother Chen. I'm really convinced. No actor like you has to contribute plasma to make a play. Some people are kings as soon as they appear, and they are casting classics. This kind of person is talking about you."

"Ha ha." Jiang Wuchen smiled faintly and didn't speak.

"Rest for half an hour and get ready for the second game!" Wang Jing said.

The screenwriter and makeup artist all ran over and made up Jiang Wuchen and Murong Xue again. The second scene was Jiang Wuchen's fever and coma due to excessive blood transfusion.

When Dongyu woke up, he took out his drug injection. He didn't want to overdose it, and then the two began a journey of blending.

Half an hour passed quickly, and all departments were ready.

Jiang Wuchen returns to his position and lies under the bar. Dongyu lies on the bar. Everything is the same as just now. The shooting begins.

Dongyu slowly opened her eyes. Because of the blood loss, she had some dizziness in her head, weakness in her limbs, and some pain in her wound, "er..."

Murong Xue sat up and waited for a few minutes. When he was better, he opened his eyes again, looked at the surrounding environment, then noticed the hanging needle tied on the back of his hand, and then pulled it down.

"Ah! Xia Qiu..." she shouted weakly, came down from the bar and held Jiang Wuchen's face in her hands, "it's so hot... Xia Qiu, Xia Qiu..."

Then he saw the gauze, blood, scalpel and plasma bag next to him, and saw the pinhole on Jiang Wuchen's arm. He suddenly understood that the hot tears remained.

She gritted her teeth and stood up. She found the black bag she was carrying not far away. She took out the package with several injections in it. At the moment, she aimed at Jiang Wuchen and stabbed her belly.

"Xia Qiu, Xia Qiu..." she called softly.

After a moment, Jiang Wuchen's body suddenly trembled and there was a movement, "it's so cold, so cold..."

Murong Xue put her hand on Jiang Wuchen's cheek, "how is it getting cold again, Xia Qiu, you... How are you?"

Jiang Wuchen suddenly turned over and pressed Murong snow under him. Those magic hands groped on Murong snow.

"Huh?"

For a moment, a strange feeling came, which Murong Xue had never had before. His whole body passed like an electric current.