Ang Lee never originally intended to send people to a real mental hospital for recording.
He did consider having the regular cast members of "Survival Countdown" film an episode at a mental hospital, but only if there were no real mental patients in the hospital.
The recording requires the cooperation of patients... but that doesn't matter. He just needs to find some extras. It's very simple for him. As long as he has money, nothing is too difficult for him.
But just as Ang Lee decided to find a large number of extras, his wife came up with a new idea.
I also told him about this idea and asked him how likely it was to be implemented.
How big?
More than one percent of the time, it's all the law's fault.
Sending someone to a mental hospital to film a TV show—who in their right mind would think of that?
He really wanted to say that, but Ang Lee didn't dare, because his wife was sitting across from him.
If he said that, Lin Yue would probably slap him the moment he finished speaking.
He is a very fragile person and cannot withstand the slightest harm.
To dissuade Lin Yue from pursuing the idea, Li An even made the phone call right in front of her.
Lin Yue gave him the phone number of the director of Angel Sanatorium. He asked very detailed questions, such as whether the director could accept such a cooperation, whether other patients would mind having their faces filmed, and what the price would be if possible.
As a result of this phone call, the director of the Angel Sanatorium agreed to collaborate with Ang Lee.
All Ang Lee needed to do was install the fixed-position cameras and send people inside.
After seven days, Ang Lee was responsible for taking the person away.
During this time, the staff at Angel Sanatorium will treat the guests of "Survival Countdown" with the same attitude as the patients at Angel Sanatorium.
The above is the content of the deal between Ang Lee and this dean.
Seven days later, Ang Lee retrieved the camera and took the eight guests with him, officially ending the episode.
Regardless of whether the guests are able to escape successfully, the show will only be filmed up to this point.
Looking at the screen on the laptop, Ang Lee bit his knuckles. "Wife, if I go to jail, you have to wait for me when I get out..."
Ang Lee's voice trembled, which showed that he really cared about this matter.
This was the boldest thing he had done in his five years in the industry.
If time hadn't been so urgent, and if he had been given a couple more days to think it over, Ang Lee might have given a different answer.
However, there were only a dozen hours left before the recording of the third episode he had decided on. If he didn't decide soon, he would have to postpone it, but that would mean that three of the eight guests would have scheduling conflicts.
So Ang Lee had no choice but to make a decision in those few short hours.
Even the security cameras in the Angel Sanatorium were only recently installed by him.
The fact that the image can be displayed on a laptop now is already considered fast enough for them.
"Anning, are you getting ready to eat?"
Meng Qi's surprised voice came from the laptop's earpiece, instantly pulling Li An back to his senses. He abruptly looked up at the screen.
On the screen, An Ning and the others are still in the cafeteria of the Angel Sanatorium. However, only An Ning walked in just now, but now all four of them are standing inside, with An Ning being the bravest.
The other three stood frozen in place, while Anning went to get her food and carried the tray to the dining table.
An Ning answered Meng Qi's question without blinking at her almost jaw-dropping reaction, "Seven days without eating, and I'll only weigh five pounds left, including my urn. That's not how you lose weight."
Her tone was so unhurried that it was impossible to tell that she was trying to avoid the messy environment around her. She even chose the row of tables with the most people.
Meng Qi thought her words made a lot of sense, so after a minute of internal struggle, she went to get her food.
The food at Angel Sanatorium was so-so, and it didn't look appetizing at all, but Meng Qi just wanted to fill her stomach, so she didn't pick and chose a few dishes and asked the lady serving the food to get them for her.
After getting her food, Meng Qi saw a dining table placed in the corner. She had barely lifted her foot when she immediately stopped.
It might be more dangerous in deserted places.
After much deliberation, Meng Qi walked over to An Ning's side, lowered her head, and ate in silence, without making a sound.
until……
"Stop shaking your leg."
Anning's voice came from beside her.
Meng Qi, who was about to put a piece of cabbage in her mouth, froze. She mechanically turned her head to look at An Ning. "I thought you were shaking your leg..."
For a moment, both of them fell silent.
An Ning frowned quickly, then suddenly squatted down. Her eyes widened when she saw what was under the table!
"What are you doing?"
She stared intently at the person lying on the ground, her amber eyes filled with vigilance.
How did this person approach them so silently?
She had mistaken the shaking of the table for Meng Qi shaking her leg, and it turned out that Meng Qi probably thought the same thing. Well, it turns out that the shaking of the table had nothing to do with the two of them.
But more annoying than the two women who were the culprits is the mentally ill person lying under the table.
The man lay prone on the floor, staring into Anning's beautiful amber eyes. After a half-minute-long stare, Anning heard him speak, "Ahhhhh, ahhhhh, I was scared! I was scared! I was scared!"
He spoke with great emotion and agitation. His body, which had been curled up on the ground, slowly straightened up, but he did not move the dining table that was pressing against his forehead. Instead, he stood up directly on the table.
The table where Anning and Mengqi had lunch was overturned. If Anning hadn't pulled Mengqi away quickly enough, the soup and water splashed out would have gotten all over them.
"It's been diagnosed; this is a genuine mental illness."
An Ning released Meng Qi's hand, crossed her arms, and stood in front of the old man, looking him over with great interest.
After the other person appeared with a questioning look, An Ning explained to him in a serious tone, "You're probably going into the special reception room soon."
An Ning's voice was casual and relaxed. Almost the instant she finished speaking, the nurse, who had been nowhere to be seen, suddenly appeared, running quickly while shouting:
"If you dare to cause any more trouble, you'll all be locked in solitary confinement!"
Her tone was laced with intimidation, as if she could casually send someone into solitary confinement.
An Ning asked, "Solitary confinement? What's it for?"
Although Anning and the others seemed normal, the nurses still saw them as mentally ill.
"Let's just say this: those who go into solitary confinement never end well."
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