King of Hollywood

The problem is, from Liv's point of view, there's no better option. To be honest, Liv is still a little younger than this movie, but he can't find a better movie, either lacking acting or having a bad temperament, unless Adrian is given enough time to remember.

Oh, End of the World seems okay, but Michael? Bei is still directing his first movie, and then there is a movie waiting for him. Adrian was not relieved that he was not a Brookheimer.

Think about it, it's the only one in the Half-Head Valley that's perfect. It's impossible for her to still make that old Bertolucci movie, right? Did the old man shoot anything besides his sexual fantasies?

So, although Liv is a little younger, it's not a big deal, and it doesn't matter if he can't pull it together to maximize it, or at least not at all.

You know, Little Liv, I put a lot of effort into this for you. Adrian said in his heart as he slowly drove the car down the street. During this time, he and Liv had some connections, because energy was spent elsewhere, so he still hadn't figured out the girl. Sometimes she was naive and she was inevitably a little naive when she spoke and did things; sometimes she was cunning and always kept her distance from everyone. Nevertheless, it's time to prepare for the Cut Off Valley.

At this point, his attention was suddenly drawn to the situation at the entrance of an alley on the street, and nothing was wrong with him, just lying on the ground. This is so common that there are often drunk people who go where they lie, but somehow, a familiar feeling arises in Adrian's mind.

It's an illusion right now. He took his gaze back and mumbled so much in his heart, and the next second he stepped on the brake, inertia causing them to rush forward, even though the car was not very fast.

“What happened?” Charlize, frightened, asked angrily.

“It's Raven, I recognize his clothes.” Adrian unzipped the belt, opened the door, and ran over to the guy on the ground, and he didn't even know why he wanted to do it now, because he had a crush on that young man?

Kneeling down, the man lying on the ground flipped over. Turns out to be the young man in the club named Ralph. He closed his eyes, his face grew more and more pale under the dim street lamp, his lips slightly purple, his body slightly twitched, his breathing was very weak, he seemed to have been shocked and he might even lose his breath at any moment.

He was obviously unconscious due to drug overdose and should have been lying here for some time. Adrian looked around for the next four weeks. There was no one in the cold streets. Only distant clubs heard noise. Occasionally there were vehicles passing by, but no wonder nobody noticed him.

“Charlie” Adrian shouted.

“What is it?” Sit in the cab and drive the car to Charlize's side of the road.

“Call table number and ask them where their nearest hospital is," Adrian said as he put his flipped hands and feet together and put his hands on his chest. He started to press it up at a rhythm, “and then called to tell them that there was this guy who was overdosed and passed out, getting them ready for a stretcher car."

“Got it.” Charlize responded briefly, starting to make the call as ordered, while Adrian squatted on the street again and again pressing Ralph's chest, CPR, a very simple first aid method that almost everyone would do.

“The nearest hospital is two blocks away, and I've notified them.” Charlize quickly reappeared, Adrian leaned down and listened to Raven's mouth and nose, breathing much louder than before, and the first aid was obviously still useful. But artificial breathing doesn't have to be done, it's not that there's any exclusion between the mouths of two men - well, there is. But most importantly, artificial respiration does not work on drug-induced shocks.

“You drive, we'll be right there.” Adrian took Rivan into the back seat.

Because it's a little late, there are still a few people on the streets who are partying, but a lot less than they were at first. So it only took about eight minutes, and the car came to the front door of the hospital.

He took Rivan to the hospital, and the doctors and nurses who had been notified by telephone were waiting. Fortunately, this was a private hospital, much more efficient than the public one, and he was rescued soon.

“Charlie, you go back and rest. I'll just wait here.” After a phone call from the front desk, Adrian came outside the ward and happened to see Charlize beating his arrears in disgrace.

“Are you waiting here?” Charlize, sleeping tight, asked puzzled.

“Yes, I just called his agent based on his card in his pocket - I didn't expect him to be an actor. Agents say his parents live in Texas, his family in Los Angeles has only two brothers, and he lives in Long Beach, and it takes a lot of time to get here, so I can't just walk away before they get here, can I?” Adrian shrugged her shoulders and sat down next to Charlize, pitifully lifting her face.

“You are tired and sleeping too late is bad for your skin, I don't want my important assistant to take time off due to physical discomfort, you know I can't leave her anymore.” Adrian looked at her half joking and half serious.

Charlize blinked blinkingly, not knowing what to say for a while, and luckily, as the ward door opened, the doctors and nurses came out in turn.

“How's it going, Doctor?” Adrian stood up for the first time.

“The situation has stabilized," said the old man who kept the Mediterranean issue squeezed his nose beam, "he is now being infused with oxygen and will wake up in about a few hours, if there is nothing particularly important to disturb him. He's lucky you bought him a few minutes of CPR, and if he gets here a few more minutes later, he's hopeless. ”

“Thank you, Doctor, so can we go in now? Just a few minutes,” Adrian nodded and asked.

The young man in the respiratory mask is lying quietly on the hospital bed, hanging in a bag next to him, and the liquid is dripping a little bit down here. Adrian didn't know what it was, the doctor said, but he didn't remember that it was neutralizing drugs anyway, it still seemed to work, at least the young man's breathing was much smoother, his face was not bloody, but at least it was no longer that kind of striking white.

“You saved him, Ed.” Charlize suddenly whispered around him.

“I saved him?” Adrian repeats, a subtle feeling suddenly spreads in his mind.

“Yes, you saved him,” Charlize reinforced, “if you didn't get out, if you didn't give him that, if you didn't get him to the hospital in time, maybe he was dead. ”

Indeed, in the cold and clear environment of the day, if he hadn't gotten out of the car, he would have died. Adrian looked at the patient at the end of the bed. The young man's name was Ralph? Phoenix.

“Well, he's fine, let's get out of here.” Adrian walked out of the ward with Charlize, and went on to the previous topic: "Go back to sleep, Charlie, I'll leave when his brother gets here. It'll be fine. ”

Surprisingly, Charlize rejected his offer.

“Forget it. How much trouble would it be if I left you?” She sighed and seemed helpless, distressed but had to give in to reality, but always with a faint smile on her face.

“But...”

“All you have to do is lend me your shoulder.” Charlize sat down with him in a chair outside the ward, recklessly resting his head on his shoulder, hitting him and then taking a nap.

Softly, Adrian adjusted her lower posture so that she could lean more comfortably and then close her eyes to nourish herself.

Raven Phoenix. He remembered the name several times and suddenly remembered Emma's parents, who had lost their lives in a car crash more than two years earlier, followed by Dennis and LaVerne, as well as countless unknown script writers. Some live because he's dead, others because he's back on his feet, and others because he might end up on the streets.

Fate is really interesting. Adrian sighed softly in his heart. Though he always knew that many things would change because of him, whether it was a car accident that killed Emma's parents, or Monica and Julia, who made them their own women, didn't make him feel as deeply as he did today, or because he saved a man who had to die this time?

Adrian laughed with her eyes closed for a few seconds. He admitted that the feeling of saving lives was indeed profound, because it seemed to control the lives of others, especially when he knew so much about the future. So, it's not saving lives that's wonderful, it's controlling.

But I don't know why he still thinks Ralph? Phoenix is a familiar name, or has he ever heard the name of this guy in his past life? Adrian thought as he went into his sleep until he was awakened by a rush of footsteps.

“Is this it, Jacques?” A slightly naive voice rang in his ear.

“Yes, that's it.” Then there's the voice of a young man.

By the time Adrian opened his eyes, the two men had rushed into the ward.

“Don't worry, he's fine, he'll wake up soon, it's better not to interrupt now.” Adrian woke Charlize, who leaned against him for a nap, and walked into the ward and caught a burning guard by the bed, he said. One is very young, looks less than 20 years old, the other is smaller, not even 10 years old.

“Are you?” The little one looked at him and opened his mouth.

“I'm the Adrian who took Rivan to the hospital.” Adrian introduced himself.

“Thank you," the little one grabbed him suddenly, excited to say, "God, I can't imagine what the world would be like without Raven.”

“Sorry, he's a little excited.” That older young man has a somewhat embarrassing explanation.

“Understandable." Adrian patted the kid's shoulder with a smile and reached out to the young man: "Adrian? Corwell, you can call me Adrian or Ed. ”

“Jacques. Jacques? Phoenix, this is my brother Silver? Phoenix.” The young man introduced the story.

Adrian picked his eyebrows, and he finally remembered Raven? Who's Phoenix?

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