Healing Doctor

Chapter 580 A Last Resort

"Let's have a meeting!"

Director Fan roared again, his voice hoarse with effort.

His eyes were shining, his voice was hoarse, and he exuded the scent of adrenaline and dopamine.

The hormone concentration was extremely high, his muscles bulged, and even Director Fan's clothes were stretched taut.

However, the staff members of the production team all had complicated expressions, completely lacking the pride and excitement that should be present when the show has received rave reviews, surpassed all current variety shows, and is bound to become a phenomenon after its conclusion.

Opening champagne at halftime? Not a chance.

Just figuring out what to film for the next episode every day is exhausting for everyone; there's no time to think about celebrating.

Each episode required working overtime, burning the midnight oil, and even depended on luck.

Fortunately, they've had pretty good luck so far, with the show's ratings climbing steadily with each episode.

The overall content is very satisfying, with various ratings reaching the peak of variety shows in recent years.

Now, at the end of each episode, Director Fan calls everyone in for a brainstorming session, and all the staff on the production team have gotten used to it and immediately enter a state of deep reflection.

It's almost impossible to get these young staff members to come up with anything innovative in an unfamiliar industry.

But Director Fan had no choice. He sat in the middle chair, sternly watching everyone who wasted time.

His gaze was like a whip, relentlessly urging everyone on.

However, the staff are not medical professionals, and even if they whipped the whip to pieces, they couldn't come up with a single creative idea.

"Tell me about it," Director Fan said in a deep voice before everyone was seated.

The room was completely silent.

Everyone stared at each other, unsure of what to say.

"Director Lu, what's your opinion?" Director Fan turned his attention to the annoying Lu Gang.

"Opinions? I already said it, you disagree?" Lu Gang smoothed his last remaining lock of precious hair and said disdainfully, "The competition between medical teams is the real gimmick. No matter which hospital, whether decades ago or now, competition is the main theme."

Medical team...

Director Fan understood Lu Gang's meaning: let the young people compete first, and then introduce the medical team.

In the first few episodes, when Lu had just arrived at the film crew and was just coasting along, this suggestion seemed quite unreliable, but now it seems... rather interesting.

This variety show has deviated from its original core content.

He was led astray by Ji Xiang.

The pitch was set too high; nobody knew how to continue.

"Director Lu," Director Fan asked after careful consideration, "Do you have a suitable medical team on your end?"

Lu Gang's repulsive expression reappeared on his face. His scalp was shiny and reflected the light, making it look like he was wearing a large light bulb.

"Dr. Ji Xiang's abilities are undeniable, absolutely amazing. Where am I supposed to find someone at his level? You're dreaming," Lu Gang retorted.

Director Fan really wanted to shove Lu Gang into a sewer and flush him away.

What does it mean to talk without understanding the pain?

Lu Gang is it!

If you can't find anyone similar, what the hell are you babbling about?

"Director Fan," the producer suddenly spoke.

He hesitated, frowned, and stammered.

"What's wrong?"

"A friend of mine in Shanghai helped me get in touch with a young doctor."

When the topic turned to young doctors, Lu Gang's disdainful smile deepened, making him even more detestable.

Director Fan was extremely disgusted by Lu Gang's expression, but because he was a member of Ji Xiang's medical team, he could only pretend not to see it.

You have to consider the owner before you beat a dog.

"Which school did you graduate from? Which hospital are you working at now? Is it a municipal hospital or a large hospital in Shanghai?" Director Fan asked a barrage of questions impatiently.

"He graduated from Harvard Medical School and now works at Massachusetts General Hospital," the producer said.

Lu Gang's expression turned serious.

"Oh?! How old are you?" Director Fan asked with great interest.

"27".

"That's right! Is he the only one?"

"There's only one, and he's back from vacation, with a maximum of 20 days."

"Twenty days is enough!"

Director Fan slapped his thigh excitedly.

"cut."

Without a doubt, the impolite and irritating rebuke came from Lu Gang.

"Director Lu," Director Fan cautiously sought Lu Gang's opinion, "As far as I know, Harvard Medical School is one of the world's top medical schools."

"Hey," Lu Gang said, "let me give you an example."

"???"

"???"

Everyone on the production crew stared at Lu Gang with question marks above their heads, wondering what kind of trouble he was going to cause this time.

"I have a friend."

Lu Gang's starting stance is very ordinary.

"He works in nightclubs. I rarely go to those places; the music is too loud and makes my heart ache."

Smiles appeared on everyone's faces.

"Nightclubs, you guys know the business better than I do, you need an atmosphere team. Let me ask you, Director Fan, with 5 yuan a month, how many weekend atmosphere teams can you find?"

The "atmosphere team" consists of a group of young women with looks and figures rated 7 out of 10 or higher who go to nightclubs. Whether they spend money or not is unimportant; without them, the nightclubs' business would be terrible.

Everyone knows what I mean.

"You think you can find an atmosphere team for 5? Your friend's nightclub is probably not that big. Is it in a prefecture-level city or a county?" Director Fan retorted with a laugh.

"No wonder your show can only be mediocre at best. These tricks are very simple. How could the famous Director Fan not know them?" Lu Gang was always stubborn. Whether Director Fan meant it or not, he immediately retorted.

"My friend is targeting young girls on short video platforms."

"Hahaha."

"Impossible, you must be dreaming."

"Fifty thousand a month, enough to hire one or two minor internet celebrities?"

The program crew members all said this.

"What do you know? Collaborating with Star Chart involves negotiating with minor internet celebrities. It's roughly 1000-3000 for a single video to do GG. After negotiating, it can be around 1500, let's talk about long-term cooperation first."

"Are they capable?" Director Fan rarely deals with this kind of "small" business.

"You think those internet celebrities can make a lot of money? They'd be thrilled to earn 10,000 or 20,000 a month," Lu Gang said. "After adding them on WeChat, they'd introduce themselves as being from the brand department of a certain nightclub, saying they thought their account had a great vibe and wanted to vote for them."

"If you want to record videos, you have to come to the store, right? My friend told the young internet celebrity to come and get used to it this weekend."

"Then, for less than 2000 yuan a month, you can find a pretty good atmosphere team and a short video collaboration with 10 to 20 followers."

Director Fan paused for a moment.

"That's pretty much the idea behind being fickle. What a load of rubbish, Harvard Medical School. They just got famous because of the show and want to come back to gain some fame." Lu Gang's disdain grew stronger. "Look at that junior doctor from MIT, doesn't he act like my friend? Just a nightclub atmosphere guy."

(End of this chapter)