Hollywood Domination Chapter 187: Cesare’s shortcomings

"You're sick," repeated Jenny, pulling out the script and putting it in front of Cesare, "and you're on a bottle—I don't mean to be a big deal, but are you healing yourself? Cesare. Or do you happen to have a personal doctor who is very understanding?"

It seems that Cesare does not seem to be seriously ill, it is a symptom of a cold. Jenny has lived in the United States for a long time in her past and present lives. When she knows that most American doctors are still very cautious about the use of antibiotics Yes, generally simple colds and fevers are not treated with medication, and most of them are allowed to heal on their own, but this is only for the majority of ordinary people. In Hollywood and Washington, another kind of private doctor is popular. They accept high consultation fees, do not accept insurance, and tailor-made diagnosis and treatment plans for patients. , because there are doctors who provide them with various drugs to keep them awake at work. Or after they entered rehab in the name of treating alcoholism, it was these doctors who provided them with alternative drugs such as methadone, allowing them to work normally without the risk of being exposed by the media.

In addition, celebrities who suffer from sensitive diseases such as aids and std also prefer to have daily diagnosis and treatment in the hands of such private doctors. Even a star like Jenny who is busy with work and sometimes unable to schedule for illness will have contact with such a personal doctor. They and some large hospitals with strong confidentiality measures and very expensive charges have actually formed a legal and low-key "another medical system". In such a medical system, the doctor will not think about your health. In fact, he will prescribe what you need.

Jenny has no intention of commenting on such a medical system, but she is speechless when Cesare even asks a doctor to over-treat a cold. Doing an IV at home? Is it dangerous? What if you fall asleep?"

Cesare looked at her stubbornly with impatient eyes, as if he didn't answer*, but Jenny didn't mind—you can't care so much about patients, it seems that Cesare still has a fever. "I'm going to call your doctor—no, you know what? I'm going to call Lillian."

"No." Cesare spoke for the first time, and he said in a nasal voice, "She doesn't need to come."

He seemed a little dizzy. He closed his eyes and rested for a while before pointing in the direction of the small living room. Jenny walked over and took a look: a middle-aged doctor with a temperament similar to Jim was in the small living room Looking at TV happily. After seeing her, he made a silent 'wow', stood up, and awkwardly wiped the puffed food foam in his hands on his pants.

"Are you Chesa's doctor?" Jenny asked with some doubts.

"Of course, of course." The doctor said enthusiastically, stretching out his hand to introduce himself, "John Ginnis, nice to meet you, Miss Jefferson——are you looking for Cesare for business?"

"Jennifer," Jenny looked at him suspiciously for a while before reaching out her hand, "And you are here to take care of him?"

Of course John understood what she meant, and he looked around the living room, showing the expression that people who work under Cesare often show—the mixed feelings of being raped. "Yes, I told him that since he had to do the IV at home, I should at least be there—but he wouldn't allow me to be in the same room with him. Cesare didn't take his medicine—"

He suddenly became alert, "He didn't ask you to bring him the pills, did he? Does he have any?"

Jenny's expression softened slightly: It seems that Guinnis at least has a basic medical conscience, not the kind of drug dealer who serves politicians and wealthy businessmen. "No, but I think he doesn't seem suitable for work now, doesn't he?"

"Of course." John seemed to be full of complaints about Cesare's domineering, and he almost couldn't wait to pour out his grievances, "I told him more than once that all he needs is enough rest to let him rest. The body naturally fights the cold virus—no needle will make him recover instantly—"

"But of course he won't listen to you," said Jenny, who was a little laughing now, "believe it or not, but it's normal—has his fever gone?"

"I didn't measure it last time, but according to my experience, he will probably have a fever soon after finishing this bag of glucose." Guinnis lowered his voice enthusiastically, and blinked at Jenny, Not without complacency, "This is another example of suggestion therapy, isn't it? At least it will make him stop taking antibiotics, Miss Jefferson, you will never believe how crazy things he will do to restore health, I Gotta tell him: Cesare, if you don't want to destroy your immune system and die of a systemic infection, you won't be able to prescribe your own medicine anymore. Come to me and I'll give you some fever-reducing medicine, but You have to work from home—"

This seems to be the first time that Jeanne has been so close to Cesare's private life. Of course, they seem to have lived under the same roof, but at that time the two had almost no personal contact, and Cesare's human side made her feel very It's fun, but at the same time it feels very inappropriate, "Wait, don't tell me he's always been like this, didn't Lilian interfere?"

"Oh, when they were together, she cleaned out all the antibiotics in the house, and only kept one bottle of aspirin. So he would come to me when he was sick, and force me to prescribe him medicine." Jinnis She looked at Jenny in amazement, as if she was weighing how close her relationship with Cesare was, but finally decided to 'leave the secret', "He has only been sick this time since he moved into the new home, but has he ever been sick during this period?" A cold he cured himself—I don't know."

Jenny didn't expect to say this to Cesare, but, "He really needs someone to take care of, doesn't he? At this point, he doesn't look like a mature social person at all-you reply Come home, Guinness, I'll give—"

Her words were paused in mid-air, and Jenny suddenly realized that she really didn't know who to contact in this situation: it was very embarrassing to find Lilian, Cesare was also very resistant, and it seemed that it was not a good thing to provoke a patient . And Cesare's mother, Virginia... She didn't even show up at her son's birthday party. Although the two parties have cooperated in their careers, it seems that this is not the relationship. Besides, she is also a busy professional woman, so it is bound to be difficult. Taking time off work to care for a son with a drug habit.

Who else? Jeanne discovered that she knew next to nothing about Cesare's social circle, of course, she knew a lot of his connections, but they were all business connections, and apart from Lillian and Jim (who would have a question mark), Cesare What other friends care about his health? What hobbies does he have in his spare time? Even though Cesare knew almost everything about her, he kept an astonishingly closed state to her, and she could even say that she didn't know him at all.

"I'll call my assistant," she said, "and she'll come and look after Cesare. No work, no unnecessary medication, just take a few days off if you say so."

Ginnis seemed to straighten his back a little bit, and the way he looked at Jenny made her feel great, "Oh, that would be great--but you know, Jennifer, Cesare is in need Time can be very—"

"Very vicious, isn't it?" Jenny suppressed a smile and said, "I know, but trust me, I have more experience with this than you do."

She and Guinnis made an appointment for a follow-up visit tomorrow, and Guinnis packed the medicine box and left the house in a hurry through the side door—when Jenny returned to the large living room, Cesare didn't look up, he was still there He buried his head in his notebook and typed on the keyboard, as if he had no interest in her existence.

Jenny ignored him first, she sat down and called, "I'm Jennifer, I'm at Cesare's house now, he's sick, he won't come to work for the next few days, if there is a very urgent job , Call my assistant Mary directly, and you can transfer other small matters to others, or you can handle them yourself, no matter what, don’t call him.”

She hung up the phone, Cesare raised one eyebrow and looked at her, Jenny spread her hands like him, "what."

"You are here to talk about the script." Cesare said, his voice began to be a little difficult to distinguish, "You are not here to interfere with my personal work—"

His momentum ended with a sneeze, Jenny took the tissue box for him, Cesare took a handful and covered his nose, and said vaguely, "Finish the script, and get out."

"You know you look a little funny right now," Jenny asked amusedly, "and, no, I'm not going to talk to you about the script right now, obviously, you're not sane enough to talk to me about it right now. "

"I have it," Cesare insisted.

"What is 32 times 41, Cesare?" asked Jenny.

Cesare was silent for a while, and began to type something on the keyboard. Jenny snatched his notebook. He tried to resist, but his strength was weak.

"You need to rest now," Jenny said in an unquestionable tone. She turned off the calculator and glanced at Cesare's work mailbox. "If Leonardo needs to explain the details of the share agreement, he can ask Your assistant, or come back in 3 days - I don't want to listen to the 'if you're not there, the client goes to someone else', you do a great job, Chesa, taking a few days off won't send your clients away broker."

Cesare still stared at her in disbelief, as if she had done something extremely cruel to him just now, Jenny suppressed her smile, and patted the armrest of the sofa, "Now, why don't you lie down and sleep for a while Well, I will watch the drip - don't worry, I know how to remove the needle."

"You drove away the doctor." Cesare said, his tone was a bit unbelievable. "You're a bad girl."

Jenny laughed and said, "Yeah, I'm a bad girl—go to bed now, okay?"

Cesare is not an easy patient to deal with. Jenny had to coax, coax, threaten and subdue him by force before letting him lie down on the sofa, but once he calmed down, he fell asleep quickly. Covered with blankets, removed the needles, cleaned up the table. She checked his kitchen, shook her head and called Marie—and then Cesare fell off the sofa the short time she had left the living room.

Jenny squatted on the carpet and looked at him for a while - this should be the second time she saw Cesare's sleeping face. He looked younger when he fell asleep, without his dignified and haughty look, he even looked like another person.

"I hardly know you," she said to Cesare. The latter did not respond—even though he fell off the sofa, he was still asleep. It seemed that it was unrealistic to expect him to climb up the sofa again in a short time, or even go upstairs to his bedroom. "Who really knows you, Cesare?"

She changed her mind, Jeanne decided not to leave Marie with all the care of him-whether anyone else cared about him-maybe Cesare had another girlfriend, just didn't tell her-now It was when he needed friendship, and she was his friend.