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"Oh, it's better for the baby to be smooth sailing. It costs less and recovers faster."
"Yeah, why do you need a C-section? The hospital is just extorting money."
Before Teacher Ye's husband opened his mouth to speak, the middle-aged women began to chatter and express their own opinions, following his mother's words.
What they didn't notice was that the camera crew's machine on the other side had never stopped.
It may also be that they have never seen a filming scene and have no idea what this machine is used for.
Xia Zhitang looked at the scene in front of him, as if he was in water, unable to breathe and unable to focus.
Lin Jingming looked at her slightly furrowed brows and gently patted her shoulder.
Teacher Ye’s husband frowned and wanted to say something, but he didn’t know how to refute because his mother and relatives were there.
The nurse was already getting impatient and reiterated the critical situation to Teacher Ye’s husband.
"If you don't sign, I'll do it. I'll be responsible if anything goes wrong." Principal Wang rushed in and took the informed consent form from the nurse. "I'm her direct supervisor, so I can take responsibility."
Teacher Ye's mother-in-law saw this and said dissatisfiedly: "Ah, what you said is true. The school will spend the money."
"Mom, stop it." Teacher Ye's husband pulled his mother away and snatched the informed consent form from Principal Wang's hand. "I'll sign it. I'm her husband. I'll sign it."
Teacher Ye's mother-in-law was very dissatisfied when she saw this: "Oh, son, what woman doesn't give birth? There was no such thing as whether to have a cesarean section in the past."
"That's what I mean." The aunts and uncles also expressed their opinions.
Teacher Ye’s husband lowered his head and remained silent like a quail.
Principal Wang glanced at Teacher Ye's husband and said, "If you don't want to run the school, I can still support a teacher and a child."
Teacher Ye's mother-in-law became unhappy when she heard what Principal Wang said: "What are you talking about? Why does my good grandson have anything to do with you? Aren't you meddling too much?"
Seeing that the matter was about to get out of hand, Lin Jingming was considering whether to bring a camera crew to boost Principal Wang's popularity. After all, men are very intimidating.
At this point, Teacher Ye's husband, who had been silent for a long time, finally exploded: "What are you doing? My wife and baby are in there. If you don't dissect the body, you're killing two people! Don't you want me to be well?"
His roar echoed in the hospital, and the noisy crowd suddenly quieted down. The nurse who was about to speak out to stop him held it back.
"I can't wait for you to be well?" The old woman was shaking with anger. "I've been thinking about you in every single thing. Has your conscience been taken away by a dog?"
"For his own good? For his own good, you're forcing his wife to die?" Principal Wang couldn't stand it anymore. "You're stepping on a human life for the sake of others, aren't you?"
"Quiet! If you want to make any noise, get out. The operation is still going on inside!" The security guard who arrived a while ago finally spoke up to interrupt the farce.
Only then did the old woman notice that a group of people had gathered around her, pointing at her.
She finally realized that except for her relatives, public opinion was extremely unfavorable to her.
"Okay, okay, okay, you blame me." The old woman still forced herself to save face and said harshly, "Don't come to me for help in the future."
After she finished speaking, she turned and left. Teacher Ye’s husband looked at his mother, opened his mouth, but could not say anything.
All the aunts and uncles scolded him a few words and then left.
The door of the delivery room suddenly became quiet, and Principal Wang pulled Teacher Ye's husband to sit on a chair and wait.
Xia Zhitang looked at the two bright red words "Delivery Room" on the door and felt inexplicably cold.
This is the most vulnerable moment, when the power struggle is at its most intense.
She tugged at Lin Jingming's clothes and pointed at the door to the delivery room: "Doesn't it look like a bloody mouth, devouring skin and flesh?"
"The phoenix must go through nirvana." Lin Jingming patted her shoulder. "Just like pain is the best nourishment for an artist, you can grow by enduring it."
The door of the delivery room opened, and a nurse came out holding the baby: "Family of Ye Huaizhu!"
Teacher Ye's husband came forward and the first thing he asked was, "Where's my wife?"
"The adult has to wait until the anesthesia is over before coming out. Someone come and take care of the child first." The nurse handed the child over.
Teacher Ye's husband clumsily took the child and mechanically listened to the nurse report the child's information.
He looked at the baby in his arms, smiled and moved closer to him. The baby struggled for a moment and then cried out "wow".
Principal Wang came over and took the child, patting his butt skillfully. The child twisted his body and gradually stopped crying.
"This is how you hold a baby. If she cries, you should check to see if she has defecated or is hungry." Principal Wang patiently taught Teacher Ye's husband how to take care of a child.
When Teacher Ye was finally pushed out of the delivery room, Principal Wang suddenly turned to look at Lin Jingming.
"Director Lin, what are you still doing standing there? My child's English class tomorrow depends on you. Go back and prepare for the lesson!"
Xia Zhitang laughed out loud, feeling as happy as if the clouds had parted and the rays of light had appeared in his eyes.
Yes, no matter how painful or difficult it is, we still have to continue living and solve the various problems in front of us bit by bit.
When Lin Jingming walked towards the podium with his English book, Xia Zhitang and his camera team set up the camera in the narrow classroom.
He looked at Xia Zhitang who was sitting in the corner and making a scissors sign at him, and shook his head helplessly.
When the bell rang, the students stood up, bowed and greeted the teacher.
"Hello, classmates." Lin Jingming was used to being surrounded by people in the crew, so he seemed very calm standing on the stage.
He threw the textbook onto the podium, picked up the chalk and wrote his name in a flamboyant style on the blackboard.
"Lin Jingming, whose name means spring and bright scenery, is a director who shouts "action" and "cut" on set. Now, I'm temporarily acting as your English teacher."
He spread his hands at the students and said, "It's just that I came back a little late from helping to look after your teacher Ye and the baby at the hospital yesterday. Naturally, I didn't have time to prepare lessons."
The students couldn't help but laugh secretly at Lin Jingming's humor. Erniu, who was quite familiar with Lin Jingming, bravely asked, "Director Lin, is it a boy or a girl that Teacher Ye gave birth to?"
"Stop, please call me Mr. Lin!" Lin Jingming gestured to pause. "Also, from now on, please ask me after class for matters outside of class."
"Today I'm going to talk about something I'm good at, 'mon sense in film and television.'" He wrote these words on the blackboard: "Mon sense in film and television."
"I'm a director, a 'director'. My job is to shoot films and TV series."
Lin Jingming began to introduce his work in both Chinese and English, occasionally writing important English words on the blackboard.
He spoke in a humorous and witty way, and the students were very curious. Occasionally, some students would muster up the courage to ask questions.
"You can ask questions, but please raise your hand." He walked over to Xia Zhitang and patted her shoulder. "Give your seat to the director, understand? I am your boss!"
The whole class burst into laughter. Xia Zhitang shook his head helplessly, stood up and gave the bench to Lin Jingming.
"You actually want the director to move it?" Lin Jingming pointed at the stool and raised his eyebrows at her.
"You can sit down if you want," Xia Zhitang said to the students. "Although the director is the big boss, if all the people who work there leave, he will be left alone."
The students laughed even more happily. Lin Jingming shook his head helplessly, personally carried a stool to the podium, found a comfortable place to sit, took a few sips of tea, and complained, "Alas, this lecture is more tiring than filming a movie. Okay, let's continue."
He continued to tell stories from the set, speaking in Chinese and English, and occasionally interacted with Xia Zhitang to lighten the atmosphere.
When the bell rang, he jumped up happily: "Finish!"
Xia Zhitang was laughing silly in the audience. Lin Jingming looked at her and said dissatisfiedly, "What should everyone else do after the director says 'filming wrapped'?"
"After the director said 'Filming is complete' in a half-dead voice, the executive director ran around happily shouting 'Filming is complete', and then the entire crew started shouting 'Filming is complete'." Xia Zhitang said with a smile.
"Making movies is so much fun, teacher. I also want to join the crew." A more lively student suddenly said.
"Don't!" Lin Jingming and Xia Zhitang said in unison.
The two looked at each other and laughed again. The students looked at them in confusion.
"It's harder than farming," the cameraman explained. "I often stay up late, wishing I could split the harvest in half."
"But you look so happy." The students were puzzled as to why they looked so happy despite working so hard.
"Because we love it." Lin Jingming suddenly became serious, "But everyone likes different things. You should think about what you are suitable for and what you want to do."
Xia Zhitang looked at the group of confused children and a thought occurred to him: "Everyone likes and suits different things, and their needs are also different. There is no standard answer to what path you want to take in the future or what career you want to pursue."
"She's changed positions quite a few times." Lin Jingming pointed at Xia Zhitang. "She started out as an editor, then told me she wanted to film with me, so she started as an assistant director and eventually became an executive director. Later, she became a producer."
Lin Jingming looked at Xia Zhitang and suddenly smiled: "Now, she is a handyman!"
"You still love directing as much as ever," Xia Zhitang retorted, "You haven't gotten tired of it after all these years."
"I am loyal. Once I make up my mind, I will never give up." Lin Jingming looked at Xia Zhitang with a meaningful look.
Xia Zhitang heard the double meaning in his words and turned away from his sight: "Call it a day, call it a day. Drink some water if you need to, rest if you need to, we still have classes later."
Lin Jingming looked deeply at Xia Zhitang who was directing the camera team to collect the equipment, and couldn't help but smile again.
The female students looked at each other, communicating silently with their expressions and gazes.
Some sensitive and precocious students have already noticed that Teacher Lin is interested in Teacher Xia.
It’s Teacher Xia. He seems to be avoiding Teacher Lin.
Oh, it seems that Teacher Lin still has a long way to go in his pursuit!
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