"You need to rest, Miss Mason," the female doctor put away the tools, she had just done a more comprehensive examination for Angela, "you are a little tired and the temperature reaches 100 °F, it is best to rest in bed for three to four days , I'll prescribe some antibiotics for you."
"No, no, Dr. Meryl, I still have work the day after tomorrow," Angela, who sat up against the head of the bed, shook her head with an ice pack and said in a weak voice, "so it's better for me to get up tomorrow. ."
"Angie, since Dr. Meryl said you need to rest, then you should do as she said," Sparrow said gently, standing by the bed, "and I also think you need a few more days of rest. "
"No, Jack, I don't mind taking a break if the shooting progresses beyond expectations, but not now." Angela said weakly. Her throat was very dry due to inflammation of the tonsils. Although she didn't have a runny nose or sneeze, the burning inside of her body was very uncomfortable, and even the slightest touch of her skin felt pain.
Angela didn't know why she was so unlucky, she had to know that she rarely caught a cold since she was a child. Especially in the past few years, she has been in good health, and she has paid special attention to adjustment after her work has increased and she has become busy, but she never expected to lie on the bed like this. She felt very innocent, but it was just a little rain—no, not at all, at most, exposed to the humid air, and still being exploited by the little cold virus, which was too bad.
"Okay, Angie, you have to understand that you will be out of breath if you can't walk a few steps with your current body." Sparrow tried to persuade her to give up this idea, but Angela was surprisingly stubborn and stubborn.
"Then carry me to the set!" she said, making one wonder if her head was burned out.
"You'll make me very embarrassed, Angie." Sparrow can only change his way.
"I'm an adult, Jack, and I can take responsibility for my actions." Angela knew what he wanted to say. "Don't treat me like a child, even if my parents are here, they can't make me change."
After taking a breath, she groaned while holding the ice pack on her head again before looking at the female doctor who was diagnosing her: "Is there anything you can do, Dr. Meryl? My requirements are not high, as long as I can make the day after tomorrow Just walk to the set."
"If you really need it, you can choose intravenous infusion." The female doctor said, "It is much better to let the drug directly enter the blood vessel in large quantities than to absorb the drug through the stomach and intestines."
"Are there... other treatments?" Angela's expression suddenly changed slightly.
"Is there any problem?" The female doctor was a little puzzled.
"Well, I'm not used to having such a tiny needle inserted into my blood vessel, and it will take a while." Angela explained, but her dull eyes were a little dodgy and seemed to be thinking about something.
"In this case, I can only choose intramuscular injection." Dr. Meryl said helplessly, "but the effect of intramuscular injection is much smaller than that of intravenous infusion. Of course, it will make you easier than now."
Angela's teeth were rubbed on her lips for a long time before she said with determination as if she was on the execution ground: "Then let's have an intramuscular injection!"
Soon, the nurse had everything ready, then carefully rolled up the girl's sleeves and asked her to bend her arms. At this time, Angela looked a little flustered, and her eyes turned around from time to time, and her breathing became a lot faster. Especially when the nurse squeezed the air out of the needle, she squeezed a moan from her throat as the needle sprayed water droplets.
"Don't worry, please relax, Miss Mason, it will be fine soon." The nurse massaged her arm while soothing, feeling that the other party was not so nervous and skilled in piercing, injecting, and drawing needles.
"Look, it's very easy to complete." The nurse said and was shocked in the next second: "May... Miss Mason?!"
"What happened?" Sparrow, who was talking with Dr. Meryl, turned his head, and then took a few steps to Angela in surprise. The girl on the bed closed her eyes and frowned, her face turning pale. , making an unconscious syllable in the mouth.
"What's going on?!" Sparrow glared at the nurse angrily, while the other party was completely at a loss.
"Let me see first, Mr. Sparrow." Dr. Meryl came to Angela again and examined her.
Angela, who was still in a semi-conscious and unconscious state, seemed to be in a very bad condition, but the female doctor who did a simple examination breathed a sigh of relief: "No problem, Mr. Sparrow, Miss Mason looks... a little dizzy."
"Dizzy needles?!" Sparrow opened his mouth wide.
Yes, Angela is indeed dizzy, and this problem has existed from a previous life. God knows what's going on, anyway, other needles don't dizzy medical needles. This time, it was all good, but she was sweating, disordered breathing, and semi-conscious. You must know that when she was 6 years old for the first injection, she fainted neatly.
And before the injection, the doctor had planned to give her an infusion, but Angela burst into tears the moment the needle touched her skin. It was the first time in her life that she cried without an image.
This is one of the few humiliating things in Angela's life. She didn't understand this very much. Could it be that such things as fainting needles will also be brought over from the previous life? Moreover, after continuous training in the previous life, it has been much better, but now it has become more sensitive? Because of being a girl? Because of growing up again? It's cruel.
In short, since then, she has tried to avoid injections or infusions, and take medicine whenever she can. Fortunately, in the past 19 years, she has basically not suffered from any illness, and even the number of colds is very few. This is her second injection, so you can imagine how determined Angela was when she chose intramuscular injection.
"Don't tell anyone," Angela, who had regained consciousness, said to Sparrow in a threatening tone regardless of her weakness, "or I'll kill you!"
Fortunately, there are only four doctors, nurses, managers, and herself in the hotel room, otherwise she might have to come to a massacre.
Well, after insisting on taking the needle for two days, Angela finally got her fever down. Although her body was still a little weak, she appeared on the set on time, but many times she sat in the director's chair and watched through the monitor after filming to see if the footage met. own requirements.
"Darling, you should rest and resume directing when your body is fully recovered." During the temporary break, Ms. Harriet, an "extra", told her that she was made very sloppy by the makeup artist.
"Yeah, we won't run again." Mr. Madigan, the bald-headed "extra", agreed.
"Don't worry, okay, I know what I'm doing." Angela, who looked a little sick from the high director's chair, forced a smile, "I have to do it, but I'm measured."
The two extras are Jewish now living in Poland. They participated in the filming of "Schindler's List" in Krakow six years ago, and they knew Angela at the time and had a good relationship. Although there was no contact after that, as Angela's genius name became bigger and bigger, it was impossible for them to forget.
There are several other extras like them who met Angela while they were filming Schindler's List. After I heard that she was shooting a movie with the same theme in Warsaw this time, although they were suspicious of Angela's ability because of the controversy in the media, many people came to Warsaw when the crew recruited extras.
Angela holds them all with due respect as they are both Holocaust survivors or descendants of survivors and are not getting paid as extras like they did 6 years ago - paid anyway, Angie La is not short of that money - more importantly, with their personal experience and the experience they have performed in the past, they have played very well in playing some of the more important roles.
For example, there is now a scene where Mr. Madigan tried to snatch Ms. Harriet's porridge box from her in the Jewish ghetto, but knocked the box over and let the porridge flow everywhere. Ms. Harriet burst into tears, while the hungry Mr. Madigan crawled on the ground desperately and licked it.
Angela was amazed that the scene was over twice because of the two of them' excellent performances, knowing that she had thought earlier that it would take at least a few hours to film.
In this way, Angela immediately adjusted the shooting schedule, giving priority to the scenes of those extras, and then to the scenes of the protagonist after Brody suddenly came. This arrangement actually allowed Angela to keep the shooting progress in line with the plan even after the cold was completely cured. I have to say that there is still good luck after bad luck. Of course, sometimes it's good to use it out-
"I want 20 people to perform in this scene in the factory, except for Spearman's family members, 6 women and 8 men. In addition..." Angela was talking about her request for the assistant director, when an assistant left. come over.
"Miss Angela, there are three ladies out there who want to see you," he said.
"Three ladies?" Angela stopped talking with Bruno and winked at the assistant.
"Yes, they said they were your friends, one was a young girl in her twenties, and the other two were seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls," the assistant explained.
"A young girl and two girls?" An ominous premonition suddenly rose in Angela's heart.
"That's it, Bruno, do as I ask first, I'll go check it out and come back soon." Angela said and followed the assistant to the outside of the studio. Should... not so coincidental, right? !
It's a pity that God didn't hear her prayers, so when Angela saw the three women standing at the outermost edge of the set talking to each other, a dizzy feeling rushed to her forehead.
"Look, is today my lucky day?" Fortunately, she quickly adjusted herself, smiled and stepped forward and stood in front of the ladies with her hands behind her back. However, Angela did not notice that the positions where Kate, Jessica and Natalie were standing were exactly the three vertices of the equilateral triangle, and when she stood still, the equilateral triangle just became square.
"Hi, Angie." The three ladies greeted her with a smile. Although their eyes were full of joy, they all stood there and didn't come forward to hug or anything. And they looked at each other seemingly casually, and there seemed to be a faint incomprehensible thing that began to permeate each other.
Angela couldn't help but feel a headache, she just stepped forward and hugged the three of them in turn and separated: "I'm so happy, why didn't I see you in the hotel, so I don't have to pretend to be a lady- By the way, how did you two show up in Warsaw together?"
"Let me explain, Angie." Jessica smiled and said before the other two, "I planned to visit you in Warsaw a long time ago, but you know that at my age, my parents can't let me I'm traveling alone. Fortunately, Kate and I are still in touch occasionally, and she just happened to be in Warsaw to see you, so we decided to go together. You know I don't hide this kind of thing from Lindsay, so I'm packing up When I was preparing, she suddenly asked me if I could bring Nat. It was because Manny told her on the phone that Nat was depressed because he couldn't go to Warsaw alone. So in the end, after the three of us contacted by phone, it was decided that Kate and I would go first. Fly from Los Angeles to New York and then to Poland together."
Although there are still a lot of things that she doesn't understand, Angela still roughly understands the process, but when Jessica spoke, she clearly saw Kate raise her eyebrows slightly. Although Natalie said nothing, her eyelids remained drooping.
What did they say on the way here? ! Angela was secretly screaming in her stomach, but she still looked happy on the surface: "Anyway, it's great that you can come to see me, it looks like I should celebrate today - wait, you get off the plane Are you coming to the set?"
Right at their feet, several suitcases were placed upright there.
"Yeah," Kate answered her question this time, "I was supposed to find a hotel to drop off my luggage, then rest for a few minutes and then come to you on set, but Nat suggested coming to the set first."
"Because we don't know which hotel you stay in, it would be a bad thing if we booked a room but the whole city is separated from you." Natalie smiled and continued to explain.
"Nat is very thoughtful," Angela nodded, "Well, I'll ask the assistant to take you to the hotel where I collapsed first - I think you should stay in the hotel room and suffer from jet lag first, your mental state is not good. Neither is good."
As she said that, she turned her head and looked at the distant studio before speaking again: "Today's filming is almost finished, I will return to the hotel soon, there is time in the evening, and you will definitely not stay for only one day, Is it right?"
"Then we'll wait for you in the hotel," Kate said after the assistant called the taxi, and then put her head on the cheek and kissed her before walking to the taxi with her suitcase.
"We'll wait for you." Jessica looked at the place where Kate had kissed, her eyes flashed unwillingly and followed Kate.
"Don't make us wait too long." Natalie looked directly into Angela's eyes, and she left after brushing her lips lightly.
Angela watched the taxi disappear at the end of the street before she retracted her gaze, followed by sighing heavily, and knocked her head angrily. Heck, how did this happen? ! Just don't let anything happen.
"Miss Angela, everyone is waiting for you." Another assistant came to his side at this time.
"Okay, I'll be right there." Angela nodded and took Zhihe back to the set. For a few minutes, she even hoped that today's scenes would continue to be filmed.
In fact, at the beginning, she did delay some time because of her trance, but fortunately Angela realized it. After all, she didn't have much time to waste, so she completed today's task before the sky darkened.
"Of all the dishes, only the apple pudding retains the British flavor, and the others, including the lamb stew with potatoes, are not very good." Kate, who was sitting at the table after dinner, said in a lazy tone, sipping coffee.
She brushed her hair, looking radiant after her previous nap.
"I think it's because English tea is easier to make," Natalie sipped her lipstick and gave Kate a glance. "Frankly speaking, I think English tea is not bad when it comes to food. As for the dishes..."
She smiled and shrugged, and her intellectual smile was also very charming.
"I think it's pretty good. It's also a good thing to try foreign dishes occasionally," Jessica said with a smile, drinking apple juice. "Of course, I have to admit that British food is really simpler."
Her smile was sweeter than usual, making the viewers feel as if they had eaten honey.
"It's true, but like Jesse said, it doesn't stop us from tasting it, does it?" Angela tried not to show her headache, "or maybe we'll try French food tomorrow... To be honest, I'm not too big on it. Love French food."
"Why?" Kate looked curious.
"French food is second only to Italian food?" Jessica looked at Angela.
Although Natalie did not speak, she also cast an inquiring look.
"Yes, the taste is really good, but..." Angela shrugged, "the portion is too small, every time you have to eat the bread in the basket to fill your stomach, why can't you be full while enjoying the delicious food? "
Speaking of which, she suddenly began to miss dishes such as boiled pork slices. Unfortunately, most of the Western Chinese food is assimilated with the local ones, and even many of them are completely different from authentic Chinese food. Fortunately, my grandmother can cook a lot of dishes.
When Angela came back to her senses, the three people in front of her had already begun to crusade her discontent.
"French Lays is meant to be tasted, isn't it?"
"So there are always people whose desires are never satisfied."
"Apparently she was tasting food with her stomach pouch."
Seeing them chatting and scolding while discussing, Angela could only pretend to drink black tea and continue to have a headache in her heart. God knows what happened to them, and they fought tit-for-tat and chatted happily all night, and the smell of targeting was faint and seemed to be unconscious behavior, but it was always there... What did they say along the way