Chapter 1485 Marcus

Wang Aimin said in surprise, "Young man, do you know Marcus? That's amazing, he's a big star."

Ye Bufan shook his head: "No, I just want to talk to him about something."

"Oh!" Wang Aimin said, "It's true that it's his scene today, but he hasn't shown up yet. Haven't you seen so many people waiting here?"

Ye Bufan smiled: "It seems that it's not just Chinese stars who act like divas; it's the same here."

Wang Aiguo laughed: "Actually, they're pretty much the same. I've been in this industry for so many years, both domestically and internationally. The stars everywhere are a mix of good and bad. Some big-name superstars are very approachable, while others, who aren't even that good, act like they're hot stuff."

"Aiguo, you need to be careful today." Wang Aimin seemed to have thought of something and said seriously, "Marcus is your opponent in this scene today. You must protect yourself and not get hurt."

Wang Aiguo waved his hand: "Don't worry, cousin. It's not my first day in this line of work, and besides, we have some skills, so he won't be able to injure me."

Ye Bufan asked with some confusion: "Brother, is there anything special about this Marcus?"

"Special, very special." Wang Aimin said, "Marcus is different from other martial arts stars; he really has true skill, and his personal combat ability is frighteningly high.

Moreover, this guy never holds back when filming. I haven't worked with him much, but every time I do, I see him injure people; broken arms and legs are common.

And this guy seems to have a prejudice against East Asians; most of the injured people are Chinese."

"There's even such a thing?"

Ye Bufan frowned. If that's the case, he might have to reconsider his spokesperson.

However, he wouldn't just follow what others said. He would have to see for himself what Marcus was like and whether he was suitable before making a decision.

"Brother, do you smoke?"

Wang Aiguo said, standing up and taking out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of a hanging coat. He wasn't tall and walked with a slight limp.

"I don't smoke." Ye Bufan waved his hand, then asked, "Brother, how did you injure your leg?"

Wang Aiguo lit a cigarette and took a puff, "You mean this leg of mine? In our line of work, how can you not get injured? Two years ago, when I was doing a stunt, I fell from a building, and this leg developed this problem."

Ye Bufan said, "Did you go to the hospital for proper treatment?"

"Go to the hospital? What a joke?

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"Wang Aiguo shook his head, "Young man, you don't know how expensive medical care is here. I don't have health insurance. If I went to the hospital, I'd have to work for several years for nothing.

What would my kids use for school, and what would they use to get married in the future?

So I didn't go to the hospital at the time; I just set the bone myself, then rested for two months, leaving me with a slight limp.

But that's nothing. You'll see when I go on stage later; I'm still full of vigor, with no impact whatsoever."

He spoke very casually, even with a smile on his face, but Ye Bufan felt a bit heartbroken.

As a doctor, he knew best about the other party's injury. Not limping on stage would require enduring immense pain, which is definitely not something an ordinary person could do.

Yet, this man in front of him could talk and laugh, showing he was truly a tough guy.

He decided to help the man in front of him and said, "Brother, I can take a look at your leg."

"Really? Young man, are you also a doctor?" Wang Aiguo was a little surprised, then shook his head, "Young man, I appreciate your kindness, but my old injury can't be cured."

Ye Bufan smiled slightly: "Brother, if you trust me, let me take a look. I guarantee you won't be disappointed."

"Alright, then I'll trouble you, younger brother, to take a look."

Wang Aiguo said, sitting on the bench and lifting his left leg towards Ye Bufan.

Logically, he didn't think anyone could cure his old injury, but his intuition told him that this Young man was trustworthy.

Ye Bufan's Divine Sense had already clearly seen the other party's injury. As a martial artist, the other party had some basic knowledge of bone setting, and the broken bone had basically reconnected.

However, the surrounding Meridians and soft tissues had not received proper treatment, and coupled with years of constant fatigue, he ended up with a limp.

He placed his hands on the injured leg: "Brother, bear with it, it might hurt a little."

Wang Aiguo said indifferently, "It's fine, this pain is nothing."

Ye Bufan said nothing more. He pressed his hands on his legs and gently pushed down. The powerful Chaotic True Qi instantly reset the dislocated Meridians.

Because it was an old injury, the pain caused by the Meridian resetting was immense, but Wang Aiguo was truly a tough guy. He only frowned and didn't make a sound.

Ye Bufan nodded secretly. This toughness was definitely worthy of his admiration.

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Then, his fingers moved in a rapid succession, continuously massaging the injured leg, and the Chaotic True Qi cleared the blocked Meridians one by one.

"It's done." In just two or three minutes, Ye Bufan had completely healed the injured leg. "Brother, you can stand up and try it now."

"Young man, you truly have some skill."

Apart from an initial jolt of pain, Wang Aiguo felt an unprecedented comfort in his leg afterwards.

He tried standing up from the bench. The discomfort and pain in his legs had vanished, replaced by a long-lost sense of strength and comfort.

Wang Aiguo's face immediately showed a look of pleasant surprise. He first jumped twice, then performed two consecutive roundhouse kicks. His legs moved with powerful vigor, and there was no longer any discomfort in the injured leg.

"Young man, you are truly amazing! Thank you, thank you so much!"

Feeling that his leg injury had completely healed, he was overjoyed and bowed deeply to Ye Bufan.

Wang Aimin also hadn't expected that this Young man would actually cure his cousin. He quickly pulled out a stack of banknotes from his pocket: "Young man, this is the consultation fee. Please don't think it's too little."

"Brother, we are fellow villagers, and meeting is fate. Why talk about consultation fees? Besides, I just moved my hands; there's no cost involved. Forget about the money."

"Alright then, thank you so much!"

The two brothers bowed again.

Just then, there was a commotion at the studio entrance. A tall middle-aged man walked in, none other than Hollywood's Kung Fu King, Marcus. Behind him followed a beautiful female assistant and two tall bodyguards.

The moment he appeared, the director and several staff members immediately greeted him warmly. A big shot is a big shot, it's the same everywhere. No one questioned why he was late; on the contrary, they were very fawning.

Marcus said arrogantly, "Alright, let's start. My time is very precious."

"Alright, I'll arrange it right away."

In fact, everyone else on the set was already prepared; the only one they were waiting for was Marcus. Now that he had arrived, filming could begin immediately.

"Young man, didn't you want to see him about something? This person is Marcus."

Ye Bufan smiled: "I'm not in a hurry. I'll talk to him after you all finish filming."

"Alright then, you can watch from the side, we're going to be busy."

The Wang Aimin brothers greeted him and immediately got to work.