Everyone inside the extra-long coach was stunned at the sight of Sixth People's Hospital.
No one had expected such old, dilapidated buildings behind the bustling city. It was like stepping back into the seventies or eighties, leaving them with a sense of unreality.
Especially when they saw the patients, their expressions vacant as though years of medication had eaten away at their brains, leaving them completely incapable of meeting their basic needs, an actress couldn't help exclaiming,
"They look like they're being controlled."
"Could they be..."
In a society governed by law, baseless speculation was forbidden.
The companion beside the actress shot her a glare. Only then did she realize her words were inappropriate and hastily shut her mouth.
The coach soon drove into the courtyard. Before everyone got off, the assistant stood at the front on Director Feng's instructions and began reading out the filming arrangements.
"Everyone, given the special nature of our location, we won't be holding a filming kickoff ceremony. Once you get off, please maintain order and don't wander around, to avoid agitating the patients. The filming location has already been prepared. Just follow instructions."
"Remember, if anything happens that you can't handle, contact the production team immediately."
"This afternoon, you can settle your luggage in the dormitory first. After dinner, we'll begin filming our first scene."
While the assistant went on and on into the microphone, Feng Xianghui had already left the coach, climbed the steps, and struck up a conversation with a middle-aged man in a white coat.
Jian Ran hadn't gotten enough sleep and was still resting with his eyes closed, but he felt a piercing gaze directed at him.
He opened his eyes slightly and looked over, only to see Feng Xianghui and the middle-aged man both staring at him, their expressions