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Chapter 192 I Did It On Purpose

Zhang Lao's normal state is maintained for less and less time, and now it is less than 10 minutes.

In this regard, the doctor said that there is no other good way. This has nothing to do with external forces. It is caused by Zhang Lao’s self-enclosed neurological thinking. He can’t bear the pain of the death of his relatives, so his brain is full of fantasies out of self-protection. A spiritual world.

In that spiritual world, Mr. Zhang is the watermelon tree fairy, he will not suffer, but only have happiness.

In the words of the doctor, "From our point of view, he is very pitiful, but from his point of view, this is not a kind of happiness. At least, he no longer has to bear the grief of the loss of his family..."

Before leaving the hospital, Zhao Quan paid enough medical expenses in advance to ensure Mr. Zhang's healthy life.

As for the spiritual world, although he thought about sending Mr. Zhang to a foreign country where psychiatry is more developed, he still didn't do that after all.

He felt that the doctor was right.

Abandoning the forced treatment of him is not another level of kindness, kindness to Mr. Zhang personally.

After driving away from the hospital, Zhao Quan and Ren Xiaojuan went to the house Mr. Zhang mentioned.

After finding the key at the place Mr. Zhang said, Zhao Quan opened the door and got the dusty courier package on the ground.

Fortunately, it is plastic packaging, there will be no moisture intrusion, and the place is not so humid.

After locking the door, Zhao Quan and Ren Xiaojuan returned to the car.

It took more than half an hour for the two of them to finish reading the book.

There is no psychotic story in the script, but a struggling imbecile.

I don't know why, but I believe Boss Zhang has his reasons, but it's impossible to ask now.

This script is really well written, and people like it when they see it, but Zhao Quan and Ren Xiaojuan are not very interested.

Zhao Quan said: "I think I still want to shoot Mr. Zhang. I can't let myself adapt to Westerners. I have to let them adapt to us, our family culture, and our country's culture. The matter of Mr. Zhang, It makes me feel a lot.”

Ren Xiaojuan also nodded solemnly, "I think so too, so let's save this book for later shooting. I think Mr. Zhang should remain in the world forever."

The ideas of the two hit it off, and they quickly finalized the book.

But right now, the most important thing is to find a famous screenwriter who can talk about deliberation.

Women may not be as good as men in the big picture, but when it comes to writing about human nature and emotions, both of them are more inclined to female screenwriters, but it is by no means the kind of 'if you don't love me, I will jump into the sea'.That kind of screenwriter, pull it to fill the sea.

"Don't worry, I have a screenwriter friend. Although she is not a first-line screenwriter, she always insists on writing stories that can move herself and others, and every character in the story has flesh and blood, soul and connotation."

"I once persuaded her to rewrite the commercial script, but she didn't bother to do that at all. Now I think it's lucky she refused at the time, otherwise I really don't know who to turn to today."

After Ren Xiaojuan finished speaking, she took out her mobile phone and made a call, and decided on a time to meet in the evening.

After hanging up the phone, Ren Xiaojuan said to Zhao Quan: "I've already had dinner outside, let's find a place to eat, and I'll go see her after we finish eating, and play wherever you like. She's talking about writing." Never saw a man."

And this quirk, no wonder people with strengths have weird habits.

(End of this chapter)