By changing the format of the show to a recorded broadcast, there were many aspects that could be done more exquisitely. However, it was a pity that they couldn't interact with the audience in front of the screen in time.
Liu Mingchen himself, compared to the last time he appeared on "A Sunday Date," had lost a lot of weight. His cheeks were sunken in, and his entire state made people feel bad and depressed. He wasn't as energetic and high-spirited as he used to be. His delicate and clean eyes were filled with the arrogance of becoming famous at a young age, as well as heartache and anger for the patients.
Most of the audience sitting on the stage were sick patients. They wore masks and held up signs and banners that they made themselves, coming to show their support for Liu Mingchen.
This was their only chance to see Liu Mingchen, their only chance to express their gratitude to him. They weren't willing to miss it!
The patients sitting there were not all of them. They were representatives chosen by the patients. Behind them were millions of patients and millions of patients' families.
The show started. Lin Nuan stood in the center of the stage and gave her opening speech as usual …
"When we started planning our show, it was a show that talked about special heroes like soldiers and policemen. But today, the guest that we invited is not a soldier or a policeman! But he is a warrior! A hero! A hero who helps people fight against illness! "
Lin Nuan turned to camera number two and raised her hand to signal the audience to look at the big screen. On the screen was a childish handwriting, and the words on it were very simple …
[Daddy and Mommy: Sorry, my younger brother and I are both sick. I know that our family doesn't have enough money for us to take medicine. Daddy and Mommy sold our house and car and worked very hard every day just so that my younger brother and I can take medicine to survive. I heard Mommy crying very hard at night, afraid that my younger brother and I will die without medicine. I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to see Daddy and Mommy! But in comparison, I don't want to see Mommy cry even more. So, Mommy, don't be afraid. My younger brother and I won't leave you. I'll leave the medicine for my younger brother after I leave! Grandma said that people have a next life. In my next life, I don't want to be a burden to the family. I want to be your son healthy and healthy! — Zhang Sirui]
Liu Mingchen's eyes reddened as he looked at the suicide note. He tried his best to hold back his tears.
Lin Nuan held back the trembling in her voice as she recounted the story. "This happened in October last year. The patient, Little Sirui, secretly overheard his parents' conversation and heard his mother crying. He wanted to reduce the dosage of medication by half to lessen his parents' burden, but not only did he fail to lessen his parents' burden, he even ended up in the hospital. In order to leave enough money for his younger brother to take his medication, Little Sirui chose to give up on treatment!"
Almost all the patients in the audience felt the same way, and some of them were already sobbing.
"Nowadays, cancer is a common occurrence around us. Everyone knows that Abinoque's effects are good, but its high price has caused many families to be like Little Sirui's family, unable to bear the burden of taking the medicine! How many people choose to die because they can't afford medicine?! "
Lin Nuan's voice was unhurried but powerful. "There was such a person. He was the father of Abinoque. He was an idealist filled with passion for reality. He wanted to use his meager strength to save those cancer patients who were on the verge of death and despair …"
"Liu Mingchen!"
"Liu Mingchen!"
"Liu Mingchen!"
The patients in the audience didn't wait for Lin Nuan to finish speaking before they started to call out Liu Mingchen's name, sobbing and choking!
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They stood up agitatedly, raising their self-made signs and banners high in the air …
[Liu Mingchen, thank you for saving my family!]
[Liu Mingchen, thank you for saving my son!]
[Liu Mingchen, you're a hero! A hero is innocent!]
Everyone was holding words of gratitude towards Liu Mingchen in their hands. They shouted Liu Mingchen's name at the top of their lungs, each louder and more orderly than the last!
Their loud voices reverberated in the huge recording studio, making everyone's hair stand on end.
The director and cameraman had been working on shows for so many years, but they had never seen such a situation …
It wasn't the excited screams of celebrity fans. All of their voices were heavy … and deep, yet so powerful and determined, as if that name was their savior, their faith.
The lights on the stage lit up, and Liu Mingchen couldn't hold back his tears anymore. He stood up and bowed deeply to the patients on stage.
Lin Nuan's eyes were red as she led the applause, and the applause on stage was like thunder.
Miss Xia received Lin Nuan's gaze and understood what she meant. She handed the microphone to one of the patients and didn't go according to the show's schedule.
The entire show turned into a thank-you meeting between the patients and Liu Mingchen. The patients cried and thanked Liu Mingchen. They cried and begged … If the judge could see the television, please don't sentence Liu Mingchen. He only did it to save their lives, not to make money!
The agitated patient knelt down in front of the camera, causing the other patients to follow suit, begging the judge to acquit Liu Mingchen.
After the show ended that day, the entire production crew cried their eyes out.
The cleaners came to clean up, and the floor was littered with toilet paper.
Lin Nuan took a long time to recover from her emotions in the dressing room.
Seeing Fang Yan enter the dressing room, Lin Nuan pressed a tissue to her eyes. "Brother Mingchen left?"
Fang Yan nodded.
Seeing that Lin Nuan had calmed down, Mu Taotao helped her remove her makeup without saying a word.
Mu Taotao didn't feel much at the show today. In her world, life and death were the norm, and there was nothing worth crying about.
Fang Yan leaned against Lin Nuan's makeup mirror and asked, "Are you okay?"
Lin Nuan shook her head, her gaze calm as she asked Fang Yan, "How's your divorce lawsuit going?"
Fang Yan smiled. "I have to thank Mr. Fu. Lawyer Bai Hui's words left the opposing lawyer speechless. Either he loses his reputation and leaves the family with nothing, or he leaves the family with nothing. It's an easy choice!"
"Where's the child?" Lin Nuan asked.
"My ex-husband's mother wanted me to buy custody of the child for 200,000 yuan, but I didn't agree. In the end, they didn't want the child. I heard from my ex-husband's cousin that my ex-husband's mother wants her son to find a rich only daughter so that he can inherit the family assets of his in-laws. I'm afraid she won't agree to having a child!" Fang Yan spoke about her ex-husband's matters in a light tone, as if everything no longer had anything to do with her.
"Lin Nuan!"
Miss Xia suddenly pushed open the door and entered, calling out to Lin Nuan.
Lin Nuan turned around and looked at Miss Xia. Miss Xia gestured for Lin Nuan to look behind her, her expression complicated. It was hard to tell if she was shocked or surprised as she turned to the side.
Lin Nuan's gaze landed behind Miss Xia. A few men in military uniforms were standing outside the door …
Third update, begging for monthly votes, babies! The monthly votes didn't increase much … boohoo …
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