As soon as Peng Lu finished speaking, Song Tingshang stood there and started counting days.

It is already the eighteenth day today, and the remaining ten days are less than ten days, and strictly speaking, there are only eight and a half days.

He must rush back!

Without having time to say more, Song Tingshang hurriedly ran to the director's side after wiping his face and grabbed the director's wrist.

"Director Wang, how long will it take for our studio to shoot?"

Seeing that he was coming to ask, Director Wang was not angry, and he thought about the day in his heart, "It will take about twenty days."

More than twenty days!

Song Tingshang frowned slightly, "Then can I go back for two days on the ninth day?"

"What's wrong?"

Director Wang also frowned, "Tingshop, now is the busiest time for filming. Not to mention anything else, you know more about how much work is at the end of the set."

The daily itinerary is set, busy and fulfilling. Suddenly, two days are missing, and the work plan on the set is completely messed up.

Seeing that Director Wang's face was not good, Song Tingshang quickly explained.

"My godson is about to celebrate his birthday. I promised him to go back and congratulate him. Director Wang, why don't I have more work schedules these days and I will be able to get out for two days and let me go back."

His godson?

Jiang Sui'an?

Director Wang pondered for a while and immediately thought of Fu Hansheng.

As a director in the entertainment industry, he has many connections, among which Fu Hansheng is the financial backer he wants to reach the most and the person he dares to offend the least.

If I really go back to celebrate his son's birthday, I can't stop him.

Looking at Song Tingshang's real eyes, it was not a big shot and messing around, so Director Wang agreed.

In the next few days, due to Song Tingshang, the entire crew worked overtime. There was already a lot of work, so everyone had no time to rest during this overtime.

At noon, Peng Lu brought a lunch box to Song Tingshang and delivered it to him.

Seeing him sitting on a chair without even taking off his makeup, she ate there just to save some time and continue shooting, Peng Lu felt very uncomfortable.

"Tingshang, do you really have to work so hard?"

She whispered to him: "Everyone is saying that you are getting close to Fu Hansheng and Jiang Ke to double your workload."

In fact, there are even more unpleasant words that Peng Lu dared not say.

Everyone said that Song Tingshang was crazy and worried about other people's sons, and he didn't want his own health, which made the crew suffer.

Actually, it's not just a licking dog.

It would be fine if he was a licking dog, but Jiang Ke would not remember his good deeds at all. He would continue to be loving to Fu Hansheng and let him lick it on his own.

It's just a spare tire that can't see clearly.

Song Tingshang was the actor's hero after all, and no one dared to take these words to him to say, but looking at Peng Lu's eagerness to speak, he could not guess what he could do.

Let them say go.

Song Tingshang ate with a lunch box in his mouth, not at all concerned. He only slowly raised his head until Peng Lu finished speaking.

“It doesn’t matter.”

He threw the empty lunch box into the trash can next to him, took a big sip of water, and chuckled at Peng Lu.

"I don't care."

He can personally see what he thinks about Jiang Ke, so they can just talk about it.

After a short rest for two minutes, Song Tingshang got up and was about to continue filming. Seeing him get up, Peng Lu was angry and couldn't help but hold his hand.

"Song Tingshang, can you live a little more peaceful?"

Her eyes were filled with tears and her voice was cold and serious, "I know you are going to work hard, but your body cannot work so hard, you will be desperate!"

Even Jiang Ke said that even the gods can’t cure his life if they get sick again. Why don’t he listen?

Looking at Peng Lu quietly, Song Tingshang said nothing.

He slowly pried away Peng Lu's hand with a serious expression.

"I thought you would support me."

After saying that, he turned around and left. When the crew saw that he was already in place, they all looked miserable, but they still forced to continue working.

Even Peng Lu couldn't persuade him. What's the use of these staff members saying too much?

Peng Lu clenched his fists tightly, and his nails were deeply pinched into the heart of his palms.

This can't continue like this anymore.

There is only one person who can persuade him, and she can only do this!

In the office of the director of Tongren Hospital, Jiang Ke gently hammered his shoulder.

So tired.

Recently, I was not feeling well, and the number of patients in Tongren Hospital doubled. Jiang Ke led the doctors to fight on the front line, and he was also exhausted.

She was about to pick up the case and took Nurse Wang to the transfer ward when she heard her phone ringing.

It was her private phone number.

"Hello."

"Jiang Ke?"

When the phone was answered, Peng Lu hurriedly told his thoughts, "Director Jiang, Song Tingshang's recent work of desperate work, I really can't persuade him, so I'll ask you for help!"

Song Tingshang?

Jiang Ke was shocked and asked repeatedly what was going on.

When Peng Lu finished speaking, she sighed softly.

Forget it, she got it.

"I will try my best to persuade me."

She whispered to Peng Lu: "But I can't do anything about whether he listens to me or not. Peng Lu, you take good care of his body. If it really doesn't work, prepare some medicine."

"Really want to eat?"

Peng Lu's voice was trembling, "Director Jiang, you also know that those drugs are highly dependent. He finally had surgery and saved his life and died of medicine. How could he take it again?"

"There's no other way."

Jiang Ke's voice was as cold as water, "Peng Lu, you also know that taking medicine can prevent it. When I really get sick, I can't save his life."

All the sounds on the phone disappeared, and the atmosphere condensed like frozen. After a few dozen seconds, Peng Lu's low voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Um."

Jiang Ke hung up the phone without hesitation and turned around and took Nurse Wang to the ward.

She would persuade Song Tingshang, but not now. She has too much work now, and the patients are waiting for her to check the rounds, so she has no time to be distracted.

After finishing his work in the afternoon, Jiang Ke sat in the office and gently slid his slender fingers across the screen of his phone.

She called Song Tingshang.

The phone was answered, and Song Tingshang answered before the sound rang. Jiang Ke was a little dazed and illusioned that he was always staring at the screen.

But she knew that Peng Lu also told her that Song Tingshang was busy working day and night, so how could he take it in seconds?

"Koke."

Song Tingshang's gentle voice interrupted her contemplation, "Why did you remember to call me?"

"I have something to come to you."

Jiang Ke straight to the point, "Peng Lu called me and said that you are not alive when you work. What do you think? Do you have to be happy if something happens?"

"I finally had surgery on you, so you don't care about your body?"

After scolding her face, Song Tingshang gently held the phone and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

She was still worried about him.
Chapter completed!