"You need to rest, Miss Mason." The female doctor put away the tools. She just did a more comprehensive examination of Angela. "You are a bit tired and your temperature reaches 100? It is best to rest in bed for three to four days. I'll prescribe antibiotics for you. "

"No, no, Dr. Meryl, I still have work the day after tomorrow," said Angela, who was sitting up against the bed, shaking her head against an ice pack, and said in a weak voice, "so it's better to let me get up tomorrow . "

"Angie, since Dr. Meryl said you need to rest, you should do what she said," Spiro said gently beside the bed. "And I also think you need to take a few more days off. "

"No, Jack, I don't mind taking a break if the shooting progress exceeds expectations, but not now." Angela said weakly. Her throat was very dry due to inflammation of the tonsils. Although she had no runny nose or sneezing, her body was very uncomfortable and she felt pain when she touched her skin.

Angela didn't know why she was so unlucky. She knew that she rarely caught a cold from childhood. Especially in recent years my body has been very good. And after working more and becoming busy, she also focused on adjustments, but never thought that she was lying in bed. She felt very innocent, but she got a little rain-no, she didn't get it at all, at most she was exposed to the humid air, but she was still bored by the little cold virus, which was really bad.

"Well, Angie, you need to understand that you can't breathe because you can't walk a few steps now." Spiro tried to persuade her to give up the idea, but Angela was surprisingly stubborn and stubborn.

"Then take me to the set!" She said, really wondering if her head was burned out.

"It would be awkward for me to say that, Angie." Sparrow couldn't do anything about it.

"I'm an adult, Jack, and I can take responsibility for my actions." Angela knows what he wants to say, "Don't treat me as a child. Even my parents won't make me change."

After breathing a little, she groaned while holding the ice pack on her head before looking at the female doctor who diagnosed herself: "Any way you can, Dr. Meryl? My requirements are not high, as long as I can get the day after tomorrow Just walk to the set. "

"If you really need it, you can choose an intravenous infusion." The female doctor said, "It is much better to get the drug directly into the blood vessel than to absorb it through the stomach."

"Are there any other treatments?" Angela's face suddenly changed slightly.

"Any questions?" The female doctor was puzzled.

"Well, I'm not used to having such tiny needles inserted into my veins, and staying for a while." Angela explained, but her dim eyes seemed to be thinking about what to do.

"In this case, intramuscular injection can only be suspended." Dr. Meryl said helplessly, "but the effect of intramuscular injection is much less than intravenous infusion. Of course, it is sure to make you easier than now."

Angela's teeth were rubbed on her lips for a long while before she seemed determined to go to the execution ground and said, "Then let me inject it!"

Soon, the nurse prepared the things and 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 from time to time to breathe a lot. Especially when the nurse squeezed the air out of the needle tube, she moaned out of her throat with the water droplets from the needle.

"Don't worry, please relax, Miss Mason. I'll be well soon." The nurse massaged her arm while comforting her, and felt that the other party was not so nervous, and then plunged, injected, and withdrawn.

"You see, it's very simple." The nurse said in panic next second: "May ... Miss Mason ?!"

"What happened?" Spiro, who was talking to Dr. Meryl, turned his head, and then took a few steps and came to Angela in surprise. The **** the bed closed her eyes and frowned, her face slightly white. , Unconscious syllables are spoken.

"What's going on ?!" Spiro stared at the nurse angrily, but the other side was completely at a loss.

"Let me see it first, Mr. Sparrow." Dr. Meryl came to Angela again and examined her.

Angela, who was still in a semi-coma and unconscious, seemed to be in a bad condition, but the female doctor who had a brief check was relieved: "No problem, Mr. Sparrow, Miss Mason looks ... somewhat dizzy. "

"Halo stitch ?!" Sparrow opened his mouth wide.

Yes. Angela did faint, and this problem has been in the past. God knows what's going on, anyway, any other needle will faint medical needles without fainting. Fortunately this time, there was only sweating and breathing disturbances and a semi-coma. You must know that she passed out neatly when she was 6 years old.

And the doctor had intended to infuse her before the injection, but Angela burst into tears as soon as the needle touched her skin, but it was the first time in her life that she cried with no image.

This is one of the few shameful incidents of Angela's life. She didn't quite understand this, would something like halo stitches be brought from previous lives? And in the previous life, it has been a lot better after continuous exercise, but now it has become more sensitive? Because she became a girl? Because of growing up again? It's cruel.

In short, since then, she has tried to avoid injections or infusions. If she is sick, she can take medicine. Fortunately, she has not had any illnesses in the past 19 years, and her number of colds is very few. This is her second injection, and you can imagine how determined Angela was when she chose an intramuscular injection.

"Don't tell others," Angela said to Spiro in a threatening tone, despite her weakness, "or I'll kill you!"

Fortunately, there are four doctors, nurses, agents and herself in the hotel room, otherwise she might have to come to the massacre.

Well, after insisting on a two-day needle injection, Angela finally had a fever. Although her body was still weak, she appeared on time on the set, but often she sat on the director's chair and watched the camera to see if the shot was in line Your own requirements.

"Dear, you should rest and wait for the body to fully recover before continuing to direct." During the temporary rest, Ms. Harriet, who was an "extra actor," said to her that she was stunned by the makeup artist.

"Yeah, we won't run again." Mr. Madigan, who is also a "extra", also agreed.

"Don't worry, okay, I know what I'm doing." Angela, who looked a bit sick on the high director's chair, gave a smile. "I have to do it, but I have a sense of it."

These two extras are Jews now living in Poland, and they participated in the shooting of Schindler's List in Krakow 6 years ago. I knew Angela and had a good relationship. Although they have not been contacted since then, as Angela's genius has become bigger and bigger, it is impossible for them to forget.

There are many extras like them, who met Angela while filming Schindler's List. This time I heard that after shooting a movie of the same subject in Warsaw, although doubts about Angela's abilities due to media disputes, many people came to Warsaw when the crew recruited extras.

Angela respects them all because they are survivors or descendants of the Holocaust, and do n’t pay as extras as they did 6 years ago-of course the salary is still paid, Angela is not short of that money-more importantly, with their personal experience and experience in previous performances, she played well in some of the more important roles.

For example, now there is a scene where Mr. Madigan wanted to grab her porridge box from Ms. Harriet in the Jewish concentration area, and turned the box over to make the porridge flow everywhere. Ms. Harriet immediately wept and Mr. Madigan, who was hungry, crawled and licked desperately.

Because of their excellent performance, the shot passed twice, which surprised Angela. You should know that she thought it would take at least a few hours to shoot well.

In this way, Angela immediately adjusted the shooting progress, prioritizing the filming of those extras, and then after the sudden appearance of Brody, the filming of the main character. This arrangement actually allowed Angela to keep the shooting progress in line with the plan after the cold was completely good. I have to say that luck is still good after the bad luck. Of course, sometimes it ’s good to run out-

"I want 20 people to perform in the factory scene, except for Spearman's family members, 6 women and 8 men. In addition ..." While Angela was speaking to the assistant director about her request, an assistant left at this time. Come over.

"Ms. Angela, three ladies want to see you outside the studio," he said.

"Three ladies?" Angela stopped talking to Bruno and blinked at the assistant.

"Yes, they say they are your friends. One is a young girl in her twenties, and the other two are seventeen or eight." The assistant explained.

"A young girl and two girls?" Angela suddenly felt an ominous premonition in her heart.

"That's it, Bruno, do what I want first, I'll see if I'll be right back." Angela said as she followed the assistant and went outside the set. Shouldn't ... be so coincidental? !!

It's a pity that God didn't hear her prayers, so when Angela saw the three women standing at the outer periphery of the set talking to each other, suddenly a feeling of dizziness rushed to her mind.

"Look, is this my lucky day?" Fortunately, she adjusted quickly, stepped forward and stood with her hands in front of the ladies. However, Angela did not notice that before this, Kate, Jessica and Natalie were standing at the three vertices of the equilateral triangle, and when she stood, the equilateral triangle turned into exactly the same Up the square.

"Hi, Angie." The three ladies greeted her with a smile. Although there was a look of joy in their eyes, they all stood in place and didn't hug or hug anything. And they looked at each other indifferently, and they seemed to begin to permeate something that was unclear.

Angela couldn't help but feel a headache. She simply stepped forward and hugged the three people in turn and then separated: "I'm so glad, why not see you in the hotel, so I don't have to pretend to be a lady- "By the way, how did you appear in Warsaw together?"

"Let me explain, Angie." Jessica smiled and snatched before the other two, "I had planned to come to see you in Warsaw very early, but you know that my mother and father could n’t let me I'm traveling single. Fortunately, I have occasional contact with Kate, and she just plans to go to see you in Warsaw, so we decided to go together. You know I won't hide this from Lindsay, so I'm packing When preparing, she suddenly asked me if I could bring a. Because Manny told her on the phone that a was depressed because one could not go to Warsaw. So after the three of us contacted by phone, I decided to let Kate and I first Los Angeles flew to New York, and then came to Poland together. "

Although there are still a lot of things that do not understand, Angela still understands the process, but when Jessica spoke, she clearly saw that Kate raised her eyebrows slightly. Although Natalie said nothing, she always kept her eyelids open. Hang down.

What did they say on the way? !! Angela was crying bitterly in her stomach, but she still appeared happy: "It's great that you can see me anyway. It looks like I should celebrate today-wait, you get off Is the plane coming to the set? "

At their feet, several suitcases were standing upright.

"Yes," Kate answered her question this time, "I used to find a hotel to put down my luggage first, then take a break and come to the studio to find you after a few minutes, but a suggested to come to the studio first."

"Because we don't know which hotel you are staying in, if we booked a room but separated from you by the whole city, that would be a terrible thing." Natalie took the conversation and continued to explain.

"A is very thoughtful," Angela nodded. "So, I'll let the assistant take you to the hotel where I'm staying-I think you should stay in the hotel room and get jet lag. Your mental state is OK. None of them are good. "

After turning her head to look at the distant set, she opened her mouth again: "Today's filming progress is almost complete. I will return to the hotel soon. There is time in the evening, and you definitely won't stay for only one day. ?"

"Then we'll wait for you in the hotel," said Kate after the assistant called for a taxi. Then the probe kissed her face before walking to the taxi with the suitcase.

"We'll wait for you." Jessica looked at where Kate had kissed, her eyes flashing and she followed Kate behind.

"Don't let us wait too long." Natalie stared directly at Angela's eyes, her teeth twitching her lips before leaving.

Angela had been watching the taxi disappearing at the end of the street before she looked back, followed by a heavy sigh and knocking her head with annoyance. Heck, how did this happen? !! Don't do anything wrong.

"Miss Angela, everyone is waiting for you." Another assistant came by this time.

"Okay, I'll be right there." Angela nodded and returned to the studio with her puppet, for a few minutes she even hoped that today's footage will continue to be taken.

In fact, at the beginning, her uncle did delay some time, but fortunately Angela responded. After all, she didn't have much time to waste, so she completed today's task before it got dark.

"Of all the dishes, only the apple pudding retains the British flavor, and the other ones, including potato and lamb, are not very good." Kate, who was sitting at the table after dinner, sipped the coffee in a lazy tone.

She brushed her hair and looked glorious after the rest.

"I think that's because the British food is relatively simple to make," Natalie sipped her lipstick and gave Kate a glance. "Frankly, I think English black tea is good in terms of diet, as for the dishes ..."

She shrugged with a smile, and her intellectual smile was also very charming.

"I think it's good, and occasionally trying foreign dishes is also a good thing," Jessica said with a smile, drinking apple juice. "Of course, you have to admit that British food is really simple."

Her smile was sweeter than usual, making the viewer feel as if she was eating honey.

"It's true, but it doesn't prevent us from trying, as Jesse said, doesn't it?" Angela tried not to let her headaches show up, "or we'll try French cuisine tomorrow ... to be honest, I don't I like French food too. "

"Why?" Kate looked curious.

"French food is second only to Italian food?" Jessica looked at Angela.

Although Natalie didn't speak, she also cast a questioning look.

"Yes, it tastes really good, but ..." Angela shrugged. "There are too few portions. Every time you eat the bread in the basket to fill your belly, why ca n’t you eat it while you're full? ? "

Here, she suddenly began to miss dishes like boiled pork, but unfortunately, most Chinese food in the West has been assimilated with the local, and even a lot of authentic Chinese food is completely different. Fortunately, grandma will cook a lot of dishes.

By the time Angela returned to God, the three people in front of her had begun to fight against her dissatisfaction.

"French cuisine is meant to be tasted, isn't it?"

"So there is always someone's ** will never be satisfied."

"Obviously, she was tasting food with her stomach bag."

Seeing them sulking while discussing, Angela could only continue drinking with black tea in her heart. God knows what's going on with them, and they chatted happily one night at a time, and the kind of targeted taste seemed to be unconscious but always existed ... What did they say along the way?

A bit late, mainly because now writing emotional dramas are afraid of lightning ...) 2k novel reading network