"It can definitely be cured!" Ye Qingqing said decisively.

Actually, she wasn't sure herself, but she had to give Zhang Zhengrong confidence that he could be cured; plenty of confidence is the best medicine.

Some terminally ill patients, in their final days, simply stop taking medication and undergoing surgery, let go of everything and travel abroad, so happy that they forget they are patients, and in the end, their terminal illness is cured without medication.

Such examples are actually quite common, so a good mood is a guarantee of good health.

Zou Hanqiu and Zhang Zhengrong both breathed a sigh of relief; it was good that it could be cured.

"How do we treat it?" Zhang Zhengrong asked anxiously, wanting to recover quickly.

Ye Qingqing forced herself to say, "You have to get out of that role. I can't say for sure. I've never cured a mental illness before. You'll have to rely on yourself. But I can help you take care of your health."

Zou Hanqiu frowned, then had an idea. "I received a script last month for an action movie, and there's a role you could play."

"That idiot-like brute? I can't play him, the image doesn't fit," Zhang Zhengrong refused.

He can play many roles, but he can't play a rough and tough guy. His physique and appearance are a bit of a disadvantage, and he can't pull it off.

"Moreover, I accepted Director Wei's script. The role is quite challenging, and I want to give it a try," Zhang Zhengrong said with a smile.

Zou Hanqiu frowned even more. Director Wei mainly makes art films. To be honest, art films do have a higher chance of winning awards, but they are actually the most torturous. He doesn't like acting in art films. He prefers to act in commercial films. Winning awards depends on fate. It doesn't matter if he doesn't win, as long as he makes money.

But Zhang Zhengrong's ideas are completely different from his. He loves acting in art films and enjoys challenging himself with difficult roles. He is a drama fanatic, which is probably why he can't get out of the roles he played ten years ago!

Ye Qingqing's heart skipped a beat. She suddenly thought of a forbidden film, the one that won Zhang Zhengrong the Best Actor award for. Calculating the timing, it was right around this time. Zou Hanqiu kindly advised, "I think you'd better not take this script. You've played so many classic roles; one more won't hurt. Besides, this role is quite tragic, very similar to the one you played ten years ago. I'm worried about you..."

Ye Qingqing understood immediately. She guessed right; it was the movie that won Best Actor. The movie was indeed a good one; that director, Wei, had never made a bad one. But Ye Qingqing didn't like watching his movies. Perhaps she was too shallow to appreciate the elegance of art films. She preferred watching exciting, violent, or lighthearted commercial films that could relax her.

Life is already so frustrating, why torture yourself with movies?

“Actually, I think that if you can’t get over your last movie, and you make another one of the same type, and you still can’t get over it, it will only make things worse. Your illness will probably get more and more serious. It would be better for you to act in some movies that will make you feel more relaxed,” Ye Qingqing advised.

Zhang Zhengrong hesitated, feeling extremely conflicted. If he hadn't listened to Ye Qingqing's words, he certainly wouldn't have hesitated at all. But Ye Qingqing's words still had an effect; he cherished life and didn't want to die.

Seeing that she had a chance, Ye Qingqing continued to persuade her, "Think about it, is the challenge more important, or is your life more important? You've already won the highest award in the film industry, which is like climbing Mount Everest. What else do you want to challenge? Go to the moon or Mars?"

"puff"

Zhang Zhengrong was amused by her words and his mind started to work on it. It made a lot of sense, but he was still a little unwilling. That role was really attractive to him.

Ye Qingqing said coldly, "Do the math. If you live to be a hundred, you can play countless roles. When you get old, you can enjoy them with your loved one. But if you die young, your classic works will only live on in other people's memories."