"You're sick." Jenny repeated, pulling out the script and placing it in front of Cesare, "And you're playing the bottle—I don't want to do much, but are you healing yourself?" Cesare. Or do you happen to have a very understanding personal doctor? ”

It doesn't look like Cesare is seriously ill, it's completely 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, generally simple colds and fevers will not be treated with medication, most of them are allowed to heal themselves, but this is only the majority of the general public, in Hollywood and Washington, another kind of private doctor is popular. They accept exorbitant fees, do not accept insurance, tailor diagnosis and treatment plans for patients, and at the same time keep them absolutely secret, for example, some drug addicts, before they go too far, can continue to work because there are doctors who provide them with various drugs to keep them awake while working. Or after they came out of the rehab in the name of treating alcoholism, it was these doctors who provided them with alternative drugs like methadone so that they could work without the risk of being exposed by the media.

In addition, celebrities with sensitive diseases such as AIDS and STD also prefer to do daily diagnosis and treatment in the hands of this kind of private doctor, and there are also some celebrities who have lost too much weight and suffer from anorexia, actors and politicians who need to do microplastic surgery, and even stars like Jenny who are busy with work and sometimes can't schedule their illnesses will also have contact with such private doctors. They and some of the big hospitals that are very secretive and charge very expensive fees are actually forming a legal and low-key 'alternative medical system'. In such a medical system, the doctor does not think about your health, in fact, he will prescribe you what you need.

Jenny had no intention of commenting on such a medical system, but she was speechless about Cesare's need to ask a doctor to overtreat even a cold, "Let's not talk about whether your business is so important, and you do intravenous drips in your home alone?" It's dangerous, isn't it? What to do 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, and it looked like Cesare still had a fever. "I'm going to call your doctor - no, you know what? I'm going to call Lilian. ”

"Nope." Cesare opened his mouth for the first time, and he said in a deep nasal voice, "She doesn't need to come." ”

He seemed a little dizzy, closed his eyes and rested for a while, before pointing in the direction of the small living room, where Jenny walked over and looked: a middle-aged doctor who looked somewhat similar to Jim was watching TV in the small living room. When he saw her, he made a silent 'wow', bounced to his feet, and rubbed the puffed food foam in his hand on his pants.

"Are you the Chesa doctor?" Jenny asked, skeptically.

"Of course, of course." The doctor said with some fanaticism, reaching out to introduce himself, "John. Nice to meet you, Miss Jefferson, Ginness—are you talking to Cesare on business? ”

"Jennifer," Jenny looked at him suspiciously for a moment, then held out her hand, "and you're here to take care of him?" ”

John, of course, understood what she meant, and he looked into the living room, revealing the expression of the men who worked under Cesare—the mixed tastes of the □□. "Yes, I told him that since he had to do an IV at home, I had to at least be there - but he wouldn't let me stay in the same room with him. Cesare didn't take his pills—"

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

Jenny's expression softened slightly: it seemed that Ginnis still had at least a basic medical conscience, and was not the kind of drug dealer who served the politicians. "No, but I don't think he's fit for work right now, does he?"

"Of course." John seemed to be full of complaints about Cesare's tyranny, and he almost couldn't wait to pour out his grievances, "I have told him more than once that all he needs is plenty of rest to allow the body to fight the cold virus naturally - no needle can make him recover immediately-"

"But of course he won't listen to you." Jenny said she wanted to laugh a little now, "Believe it or not, but it's normal - has he had a fever?" ”

"I didn't go last time, but according to my experience, it didn't take long after this bag of glucose to get his fever." Innis lowered her voice enthusiastically and winked at Jenny, not without smugness, "That's another example of suggestive therapy, isn't it?" At least it will make him stop taking antibiotics, Miss Jefferson, you will never believe how crazy he would do to get his health back, I have to tell him: Cesare, if you don't want to destroy your immune system and die of a systemic infection, you can't prescribe yourself any more medicine. Come to me, I'll prescribe you some fever reducers, but you'll have to work from home—"

It seemed to be the first time that Jeanne had been so close to Cesare's private life, of course, they seemed to have lived under the same roof, but at the time the two had little personal contact, and Cesare's human side made her find it funny, but at the same time it felt very inappropriate, "Wait, don't tell me he's always been like this, hasn't Lilian interfered?" ”

"Oh, and when they were together, she got rid of all the antibiotics in the house, and even kept a bottle of aspirin. So when he was sick, he would come to me and coerce me to prescribe him medicine. Innis looked at Jeanne with some surprise, as if to gauge how close she was to Cesare, but finally decided to 'leak the secret', "He's only been sick once since he moved into his new home, but in the meantime he've ever healed himself of a cold - I don't know." ”

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

Her words paused in mid-air, and Jenny suddenly realized that she really didn't know who to contact in this situation: it was awkward to find Lillian, Cesare was resistant, and it didn't seem like a good thing to provoke a patient. And Cesare's mother, Virginia...... She didn't even show up for her son's birthday party, although the two sides have cooperated in their careers, but it doesn't seem to be this kind of relationship, and besides, she is also a busy professional woman, and it is bound to be difficult to put down work to take care of this son who has a habit of taking drugs.

Who else? Jenny discovers that she knows almost nothing about Cesare's social circle, and of course, she knows a lot of his connections, but those are business relationships, and apart from Lillian and Jim (who has a question mark on him), what other friends does Cesare have who cares about his health? What are his hobbies in his free time? Cesare knew almost all of her* and he remained so surprisingly closed to her that she could even say that she didn't know anything about him.

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

Ginnis's back seemed to straighten, and he looked at Jenny's expression that made her feel great, "Oh, that's great—but you know, Jennifer, Cesare can be very—"

"Vicious, isn't it?" Jenny couldn't help but laugh and said, "I know, but trust me, I'm more experienced than you in dealing with this." ”

She and Ginnis had made an appointment for the next visit, and Ginny took her medicine box and hurried out of the house through the side door—Cesare did not lift her head when Jeanne returned to the large living room, and he was still tapping on his keyboard with his notebook in his notebook, as if he had no interest in her presence.

Jenny ignored him for a while, 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's a very urgent job, call my assistant Mary directly, you can leave other small things to someone else, or you can handle it yourself, no matter what, don't call him." ”

She hung up, Cesare raised an eyebrow to look at her, and Jenny spread her hands in his do, "What." ”

"You're here to talk about the script." Cesare said, his voice becoming a little indistinguishable, "not to interfere with my personal work—"

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

"You know how funny you look right now," Jenny asked amusefully, "and, no, I'm not going to talk to you about the script right now, it's clear that you're not sane enough to talk to me about that right now." ”

"I have." Cesare insisted.

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

Cesare was silent for a moment and began to type something on the keyboard, and Jenny snatched his notebook from him, he tried to resist, but with little strength.

"You need to rest now," said Jenny in an unquestioning tone, she turned off her calculator and glanced at Cesare's work mailbox, "if Leonardo needs to explain the details of the sharing agreement, he can ask your assistant, or come back in three days - I don't want to listen to those 'looking for you and you're not there, the client will go to someone else', you're doing a great job, Chesa, a few days off won't let your client run to another agent." ”

Cesare still stared at her in disbelief, as if she had just done something extremely cruel to him, and Jenny couldn't help but smile and patted the armrest of the couch, "Now, why don't you lie down and sleep for a while, I'll watch the drip—don't worry, I know how to remove needles." ”

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

Jenny laughed and said, "Yes, I'm a bad girl - go to sleep now, okay?" ”

Cesare was not an easy patient to deal with, and Jeanne had to coax and deceive, intimidate and subdue him by force to lie down on the couch, but once he was quiet, he fell asleep quickly, and Jeanne covered him with a blanket, removed the needle, and cleaned up the table. She checked his kitchen, shook her head and called Mary—and Cesare fell off the couch in the short time she had left the living room.

Jeanne crouched on the carpet and watched him for a moment—it was probably the second time she'd seen Cesare's sleeping face. When he fell asleep, he looked younger, without a dignified, haughty look, and he even looked like a different person.

"I almost don't know you." She said to Cesare. The latter did not respond - even if he fell off the couch, he still fell asleep, and it seemed unrealistic to expect him to climb back on the couch on his own, or even go upstairs to his bedroom. "Who really knows you, Cesare?"

She changed her mind, and Jeanne decided not to leave all the work of taking care of him to Mary - whether or not anyone else cared about him - and perhaps Cesare had another girlfriend, but didn't tell her—that was the time when he needed friendship, and she was his friend.