He was too energetic to ask for a break, and after shooting some close-ups on the same day, he went on to do some very difficult shots.
The location, forty minutes out of the city center, was a ruin. The two buildings are separated by a tree, and Jackie Chan was asked to jump out from this side of the wall, grab a branch, flip over, and leap to the opposite side of the wall.
From the branch to the ground, there are fifteen meters high, the ground is covered with large stones. To capture the height, no cardboard boxes or tatami mats could be laid.
"Will it work?" The staff asked.
"Yes." Jackie replied firmly.
Higher ones have been skipped, and the finale scenes in "Plan A" and other plays are more dangerous than this, which Jackie Chan himself feels sure he can do.
The cameras rolled, Jackie rushed forward, grabbed a branch, flipped to the opposite side, and everything finished as expected. The Yugoslavian crew applauded, but Jackie wasn't satisfied, using their terminology to say that the action "flowed" and that he didn't get a clear view of every move.
"One more."
The second take was the same, with improved movement, already clear, and a beautiful pose that everyone thought they could wrap up.
Carlone's opinion is to look at the target to jump over, like for the sake of doing a play, the plot for being chased by the natives, desperate, in a panic to see the tree and the next this, so it is best to pick up the he turned around to see the natives have been chased, and then jumped on the tree to be more realistic.
According to his intention to shoot for the third time, a jump out, in a flash, we saw that he could not catch the branch, to the depths of the straight drop.
It was probably Jackie Chan's instinct. Obviously, his head was plunged straight down, and later we watched a frame of pornography, Jackie Chan was still rolling over when he fell, but it turned out to be his back on the ground.
There was a very heavy click, and the heart shouted no good.
C Jackie's old father was also at the scene, he was anxious to rush forward to see his son's condition, if not to the Yugoslav staff pulled, almost also followed the fall.
Climbing down the fence, only to Jackie Chan is fine, he has fallen so many times are safe and sound. It was only when he rushed forward and saw Jackie Chan that he realized the seriousness of the situation.
There were no superficial injuries to Jackie's body, but blood, like a water hose, was coming out of his ears. Beneath his head was a boulder.
Everyone worked hand in hand to stop the bleeding with the smoothest piece of cloth they could find. There was a doctor on the scene with the scene, and he ran over and handed a large piece of cotton to cover Jackie's ear.
"How's it going?" Jackie asked calmly as he didn't pass out.
"It's fine, it's fine, it grazed my ear." The masquerader, Abigail, coaxed.
"Does it hurt? Does it hurt?" Jackie's dad was so anxious he didn't know what to say.
Carlone shook his head as more blood flowed.
The stretcher was brought over and the martial artists moved Jackie Chan up, "Always be awake, no sleeping."
A dozen men carried him to the car, the trail was narrow enough for the jeep to climb up, after ten minutes before traveling the main road.
Rugged shock, blood flowed again, a piece of cotton soaked and replaced by a piece, Jackie Chan's father worried straight to his other cheek kiss.
Get on another express bus and go straight to the hospital, but the nearest one takes half an hour to get there, and Jackie Chan stayed awake the whole time, telling us afterward that he was very dizzy, in pain, and wanted to vomit, but he managed to hold it in.
Finally, the journey to the hospital seemed like half a lifetime. The hospital is so simple and shabby," he said.
Rushing into the emergency room, the doctor gave four shots of tetanus medicine in a row to stop Jackie Chan's bleeding, but the blood was spilling out of his brain, so how could he stop it?
"No, we must change the brain hospital." The doctor made the decision.
After another run, they arrived to find that this brain hospital was even more dilapidated than the last. Immediately, a pimple rose in his heart.
After a while, the doctor arrived, an old man with a lewd appearance, a head full of scraggly gray hair, and a white medical gown that you could tell wasn't changed every day.
He pushed Jackie into the scanning X-ray room and took dozens of pictures.
Manager Chen Ziqiang took this time to contact Hong Kong, and two men, Zou Wenhuai and Ho Koon Cheong, got the report and immediately called Europe's best brain doctors.
The hospital's equipment was not what it appeared to be, and many of the machines were state-of-the-art. after the X-rays came out, the doctors had formed a group to **** with the research.
"The patient has a four-inch long laceration on his brain." The doctor told us in standard English.
"Is it dangerous to bleed that much?" Chen Ziqiang asked.
"It's good that it's coming from the ear." The doctor replied, "Otherwise it would have accumulated in the brain and the patient would have been in a coma."
"What should we do now?"
"Operate immediately." The old doctor said, "A piece of the patient's skull has been inserted into the brain."
On hearing that the operation would have to be done in this Shankara place, everyone became even more worried.
"If we don't operate, the blood will pool in the ears and the patient may go deaf, and that's still a small matter, if the broken bone grinds into the brain, it will be too late." The sleazy doctor said.
Hesitant to get permission from Jackie's dad before the doctor could proceed, what to do? What to do? Open surgery, not a bit of confidence, surgery is not good that is not worse
Long-distance phone call came, now moving Jackie Chan to go elsewhere is too late, by the International Health Organization in Paris introduced Yugoslavia's most famous Dr. Peterson to open the knife, it must be right.
"We want Dr. Peterson to operate!" Everyone shouted excitedly, "Get Dr. Peterson, where the hell is Dr. Peterson? How can we find him?"
The lewd old man whose appearance was so unimpressive smiled at us and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm Dr. Peterson."
Caron's father signed the certificate.
Dr. Peterson reassured, "Please don't worry, this surgery is easier said than done by shattering a hand or foot bone, the problem is that it moves in the brain, you just thought it was more serious."
With that said, he put his cigarette butt out and led a group of anesthesiologists, nurses and two assistant doctors into the operating room.
An hour that went by as slow as a crawl, an incision that took so long, and the doctors still said it wasn't serious.
There was a small room outside the operating room where a couple of auxiliary nurses waited, going in only if they had to be used. The Yugoslavs were big smokers, and the women smoked heavily, making the small room hazy with smoke.
The door opened and Dr. Peterson stepped out.
We thought the operation had been completed and wanted to ask him about it, but he made a gesture to us to wait, asked the nurses for a cigarette, lit it up and smoked it, only to go back to the operating room when he was finished.
Oh, my God! If it weren't for the fact that he was a famous doctor, we would have been scared out of our wits.
It was at least another hour before the entire medical staff walked out.
"What's the situation, doctor?" Chan asked.
Peterson shook his head, and everyone was stunned.
"I've never seen a patient like this before." Peterson said as he lit his cigarette, "From the time he was admitted to the hospital, the x-rays to the surgery, his blood pressure stayed a certain level, it didn't drop, it was superhuman, it was superhuman."
"Has the danger period passed?" Chen Ziqiang asked loudly.
"Passed. But we have to observe for a time to see if there are any after-effects."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Peterson smoked vigorously again, "There's no use in you all being here. Go back, the patient won't wake up until tomorrow. Don't worry, he'll be as good as new in ten days."
The nurse pushed Jackie out and we saw him sleeping peacefully, like a baby.
The ward is six to a room, and the conditions are so hostile that Chen Ziqiang clamors for a single room, and it doesn't matter how much he pays.
Peterson again shook his head and waved his head, "Emergency ward everyone **** use, not for money, for humanitarian."
Peterson's mouth was so talk, but the next day finally changed Jackie to a room for two.
It was fully stocked with whatever first-aid machines were available, just in case, and we couldn't ask Jackie Chan to stay in a private room any longer, given the circumstances.
The nurses were smoking and tsk-tsking, and when we went to see Jackie, they said, "This patient woke up and was able to eat breakfast, and his appetite has come on so wonderfully that ordinary people now only vomit yellow water."
On this day, the doctor only let a few of us see him, and we had to put on special gowns when we entered the ward, and when we saw Jackie lying on the bed, his father went to kiss him again. He shook our hands, didn't say much and drifted off to sleep.
On the third day, he began to have a headache, which was inevitable, and the doctor finished and told the nurse to give him a painkilling injection.
Every time he got a shot, Jackie felt more work than a headache, the man could change anything, he just hated shots.
There were eight nurses who took turns taking care of him, one of them was particularly gentle and she was the one who gave the least painful shots. Unfortunately this nurse was ugly. She had a big nose, probably something with which Jackie could identify.
Already can tell jokes, Jackie Chan said are not hard, the most difficult is to wake up, found that there are two tubes, one inserted into the urethra, the other in the back, move a pain to death. Later do not use, pull out when it is even more miserable to kill a pig.
Allen came to see him, the nurse told him to wait outside, Allen was waiting while whistling the song "Friends", a friendship song that the two men used to build up their relationship in the movie. Jackie Chan heard it inside and hummed out the song along with him.
Hong Kong initially thought it was a minor injury, as legend had it that Jackie Chan was able to sing and dance, which was misinformed because doctors didn't know if he would become an idiot after he was cured.
After a week, Peterson saw how quickly he was recovering, so he removed the stitches, which were done in two stages, first removing half of them and stopping for a day before removing half again. No one dared ask how many stitches were taken out.
"You can be discharged." Peterson said, "I believe the hotel environment is better than here."
The reason it took so long to send news of the injury was because they didn't want to alert Jackie's elderly mother in Australia.
We'll continue shooting in three weeks without affecting the quality of the scene, and we'll have to come back for the shots that failed last time.
While hospitalized, Jackie Chan thought a lot and then started charity