Chapter 38 26-1

A set of colorfully furnished rooms can have a panoramic view of the garden in the backyard of the hotel.The newly transplanted palm trees were lit by strings of orange lights.Two large swimming pools glowed deep blue in the desert light.The horizon in the distance is full of sand and stone mountains, surrounded by the dazzling mountain city of Vegas illuminated by neon lights.Johnny Fontane drew down the golden and colorful embroidered curtains, and turned to join the activity in the room. There were four people in the room, a croupier, a card dealer, a replacement dealer, and a cocktail waiter in a skimpy nightclub attire, preparing to gamble.Nino Valenti was lying on the sofa in that apartment with a glass of whiskey in his hand.He watched as the people in the casino set up a wooden table with six upholstered chairs around the horseshoe-shaped table.

"It's a good thing, it's a good thing," he said in a muffled voice that wasn't quite drunk. "Come here, John, and play games with these little bastards with me. I'm now Luckily, we'll win, and their fritters too." John sat on a low stool opposite the couch. "I don't gamble, you know," he said. "How do you feel now, Nino?" Nino Valentine grinned at him. "Great, every midnight I have girls who come to sleep with me, then have supper, and finally come back to the wooden table. I made the whole casino lose a total of fifty thousand dollars."

"I know," said Johnny Fontane, "to whom are you going to leave that fortune when you die?" Nino picked up his glass and drank it down. "John, how on earth did you get the name of messing around with men and women? You eat dry food all day and don't go out for activities. John, the tourists in this city are more fun than you!" John said, "That's right. Help you to that wooden table?" Nino struggled to sit upright on the sofa, his feet planted firmly on the carpet. "I can walk by myself," he said. The glass fell from his hand to the floor.He stood up and walked very steadily to Dongmu's desk.The card dealer is ready.The croupier watched from behind the dealer.The man who was going to replace the dealer sat on a chair far from the gaming table.The cocktail waitress sat in another chair, choosing her position just so she could see what Nino Valenti was doing.

Nino tapped his fingers on the gaming table. "Get the chips!" he yelled. The casino owner took out a stack of loan slips from his pocket, filled out one, and placed it in front of Nino together with a small pen. "Please sign, Mr. Valentine," he said. "Usually five thousand dollars at first." pocket.Then nodded to the card dealer: you can start to deal the chips. With incredible dexterity, the dealer picked up stacks of black and yellow hundred-dollar chips from the grid shelf in front of him with incredible dexterity. In less than five seconds, Neil Five stacks of chips of the same height were placed in front of Nuo.

The gaming table had six squares slightly larger than a playing card etched into the green tablecloth.The position of each square is exactly aligned with the seat of each gambler.Nino placed bets on the three squares. The so-called bets were chips one by one, which meant that he would play three games in a row, one hundred dollars each.He refused to count the three together, because the dealer had already got six points more, and he took a "swelled" card, and the dealer was really blown to death.Nino took his chips back with his hands, and turned to Johnny Fontan and said, "Tonight is a good start, haha, John, what do you think?"

John smiled.It is also unique for a gambler like Nino to sign a receipt while gambling.For those who are jealous of gambling, one sentence is enough, maybe they are afraid that he will get drunk and forget all that should be paid. In fact, they didn't know that Nino remembered everything clearly. Nino keeps winning.After the third set, he pointed a finger at the cocktail waitress.She then went to the special liquor counter and brought him whiskey rye by the glass.Nino took the drink with his right hand, then switched to his left so that he could put his right arm around the waitress. "Sit in front of me, dear, play a few games, and bring me good luck!"

The waitress was a very pretty girl, but John had seen early on that she was an ordinary solicitor rather than a girl with a charismatic personality, although she tried desperately to look attractive.She smiled from ear to ear at Nino.But the tongue stretched out long, trying to push the pile of yellow chips into it.John was wondering: Why on earth shouldn't she get some leverage?He regretted that what Nino paid for was only a few chips, not something better. After Nino asked the waitress to play a few games for him, he gave her a chip and patted her on the buttocks, making her leave the gaming table.John gestured to her to bring him a glass of wine.The wine came, and she served it with the coquettishness of playing out the most dramatic scene in the most dramatic film.She poured all her charms into the famous Johnny Fontane.Her eyes shone with tenderness, as if in courtship.She walked with her hips twisting and twisting, a gait that was the most erotic and rare.Her mouth was parted slightly, almost like a sensual tigress, but her obsequiousness was deliberate affectation.Johnny Fontane was thinking: Ah, Christ, one of those girls.This was the most common tactic used by women who wanted to sleep with him.This tactic only worked when he was drunk.He grinned at the girl (his grin was famous) and went on: "Thank you, sweetie.

The girl looked at him, her lips parted slightly, showing a "thank you" smile.Her eyes are foggy, her long legs in glass silk stockings are tapering off from above, and her upper body is slightly leaned back, so her whole body is tense. There also seemed to be an unusually great tension forming inside her body.Her breasts seemed to swell even more, almost to the point of tearing through her thin corset.Then, her whole body shook slightly, and with this shaking, a sexy smell emanated from her body.The impression she gave of all this was that Johnny Fontane smiled at her and said "Thank you, sweetie," and she was immediately in a state of arousal.She did a fantastic job.John had never seen such a wonderful performance before.But he decided it was all a hoax.Experience has always proved that a girl who gives such a show is always a nuisance.

He watched her go back to her old chair, and he slowly sipped the wine she had brought her.He didn't want to see that little trick again, and he wasn't in that mood tonight. After an hour Nino Valenti wanted to go.He lurched forward, then staggered backward, then lunged forward and fell from his chair.But the croupier and the replacement dealer saw him wobble and grabbed him so he wouldn't fall.They picked him up and carried him through the opened door and into the bedroom. John has been watching from the sidelines, and the cocktail waitress helps the other two undress Nino and push him under the covers.The croupier counted Nino's chips, recorded them in the stack of loans, and filled the table with the dealer's chips.John said to the casino owner: "How long will it take to recover from this fainting?"

The owner of the casino shrugged his shoulders: "Tonight he had an attack very early. When he had an attack for the first time, we invited the doctor in the hotel to come. I don't know how the doctor cured him, and he also taught him a way to maintain his health. Then, Nino told us that from now on he doesn't need to call a doctor if he faints, just put him to bed for one night, and he will be fine the next morning. That's what we did. He was lucky, today Won again that night, about three thousand dollars. Johnny Fontane said, "Well, let's get the hotel doctor here tonight, okay? "

After about fifteen minutes, Juris Sigal arrived.John looked, indignantly, that the boy didn't look like a doctor at all.Tonight, in a baggy polo shirt trimmed with white, no socks, white suede shoes on his bare feet, and a traditional black medical bag in his hand, he looks ridiculous . And John said, "If you're going to make a fool of yourself, you'd better find a long golf-club bag and cut it off in the middle, and put your things in it." Julius smiled knowingly, "This large bag used by medical students is really a big burden. It can make people scream out of fear, at least it can make people's faces brighten." He walked over to the bed where Nino was lying, and when he opened the bag, he said to John: "I was just a consultant doctor at that time, and I thank you for the money you sent me. Most of the money you sent, The work I do is not worth that much money." "You haven't forgotten," said John, "whatever it is, it was a long time ago. What's wrong with Nino?" Juris quickly checked the patient's heartbeat, pulse and blood pressure.Then he took a needle out of his bag, slipped it into Nino's arm carelessly, and pushed the plunger behind the needle.Nino fell asleep, the waxy white on his face disappeared, and his complexion returned to normal. "A very simple diagnosis," said Julius crisply. "I had the opportunity to examine him when he first fainted, and to perform some experiments. Before he regained consciousness, I called He was sent to the hospital. After an examination, it was found that it was mild, stable, and adult-type diabetes. Just pay attention to it, pay attention to taking medicine, diet, etc. This kind of disease is not a big problem. He is obviously sick, but he deliberately ignores it. In addition , He still wants to drink, and he wants to drink himself to death. At the same time, his liver function is declining. Brain function will also decline in the future. Right now, he is in a mild diabetic coma. My opinion is to transfer him to another place." John felt a burst of relief when he heard it.The condition was not that serious, the important thing was that Nino himself had to take care of himself. "Do you mean to say that they're exhausting in these gambling dens?" John asked. Julius went to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a glass. "That's not what I meant," he said, "I meant to lock him up, you know, to put him in a madhouse. "Don't say it's cool," said John. "I'm not joking," Julius said, "I don't fully understand psychiatry, but I do know a little bit, which is essential knowledge for my profession. As long as the liver disease It's not hopeless, and Nanino can recover with treatment. As for the liver disease, we can only know the truth after the autopsy. But the real disease is in his head. Let's just say die , he doesn't care, or, he even wants to commit suicide. If the disease in his head is not cured, then he has no hope. That's why I say lock him up. Only after he is locked up can he be treated for mental illness .” There was a knock on the door, and John opened it to see that it was Lucy Mancini.She threw herself into John's arms as soon as she entered the door. "Hey, John, great to see you," she said. "We haven't seen each other for a long time," said Johnny Fontane.He saw that Lucy had changed: her figure had grown much slimmer; the clothes on her body were indescribably better than ever; A doll, it complemented her face wonderfully; she looked younger and more beautiful now than ever.So it occurred to him that she could keep him company in Vegas.It's quite comfortable to sleep with a decent woman at night and hang out together during the day.But when he was about to use his magic to seduce her, he thought she was the doctor's concubine, so that idea was dismissed, and he smiled, trying to control his smile to be only friendly.He said, "You came to Nino's room in the middle of the night, what do you want to do, huh?" She punched him on the shoulder. "I heard that Nino was sick, and Julius came to see a doctor, and I just wanted to see if I could help. Nino won't be in danger, right? "I'm sure he's in no danger," said John, "and he'll recover." Juris Sigal was sprawled out on the couch. "He's bad enough at the moment," Julius said. "I suggest we all sit here and wait for Nino to wake up. Then we all advise him to confine himself. Lucy, he likes you, maybe You can talk about it and it will work. John, you are a true friend of his, and you might as well persuade him. Otherwise, old friend Nino's liver will soon become the number one exhibit in some university's laboratory .” John was angry at the doctor's frivolous attitude.How old does he really think he is?Just as he was about to say this, Nino's voice happened to come from the bed: "Hey, old man, how about a drink?" Nino sat up on the bed.He smiled at Lucy, and said, "Hey, baby, you're here to see me, old man." Then he spread his arms wide.Lucy came and sat on the edge of the bed and hugged him.It was quite strange to say that Nino didn't look bad at this moment, almost normal already. Nino snapped his fingers.Come here, John, pass me a glass of wine.It's not dark yet, where is the wooden table? Holding the glass in his hand, Julius took a big swig, and then said to Nino: "You can't drink alcohol, your doctor forbids you to drink alcohol." Nino stared angrily. "Turn my doctor's head off for me." Then, a staged regret appeared on his face. "Hey, Jury, it's you. You're my doctor, aren't you? I wasn't talking about you, man! And John, get me a drink, or I'll get out of bed and pour it myself. liquor. John shrugged, and walked helplessly to the wine cabinet.Julius said lazily, "I said he shouldn't drink." John knew why he was angry with Julius himself.The doctor's voice is always cold, no matter how urgent the matter is, he will never be passionate and generous after talking about it.His voice was always low, calm and steady.If he wanted to warn, the warning was contained only in words, and the tone itself was always indifferent, as if absent-minded.This made John suffocate, and deliberately brought Erno a glass of whiskey.When he was about to hand over the wine, he said to Julius first: "This drink won't kill him, will it?" "Yes, it won't kill him," Julius said calmly. Lucy glanced at him with concern, and was about to say something, but stopped.Meanwhile, Nino took the glass and poured the whiskey down his throat. John stared at Ji Nuo and smiled.The two of them are acting to show this ugly doctor.Suddenly, Nino opened his mouth wide and gasped; he was blue and out of breath, as if something in his throat was choking him. His body was writhing like a fish; his face was red and swollen, and his eyeballs seemed to bulge out.Julius came to the other side of the bed, facing John and Lucy.He grabbed Nino's neck, pressed him to prevent him from moving, and hit the joint between the shoulder and the neck.Nino immediately went limp.Although his body was still writhing, he was getting weaker and weaker.After a while, he fell on the pillow, eyes closed, and fell asleep. John, Lucy, and Julius returned to the living room and sat down around a large coffee table.Lu Xi grabbed the phone and asked for some coffee and rice.John went to the wine cabinet to mix a glass of wine. "You know how he reacts when he drinks whiskey?" John asked. Julius shrugged. "I knew very well that he would react that way." John said sharply, "Then why didn't you remind me earlier? "I warned you earlier," said Julius. "You reminded me in the wrong way." John suffocated, "You are really a messy doctor, your farts don't even smell bad. You said you were going to send Nino to a madhouse, but you didn't move Nursing home is a nice word for the mind. You always speak harshly, don't you? Shlosi stares down at her thighs, and Julius keeps smiling at Tan. "Nothing will prevent you from passing that wine to Nino. Anyway, you must show that you have no need to accept my warnings and my orders. After curing your throat, you offered to ask me to be your personal doctor , do you remember? I refused at the time because we would never get along. A doctor always thinks he is God, and he is a high priest in modern society, which is also an honor he deserves. But , you don't think of me like that at all. Be your personal doctor and I'll be a sycophantic God like you lowdown doctors in Hollywood. Where the hell did you get those doctors! Christ Ah, do they understand medicine? Do they care about patients? They must know what kind of disease Nino is suffering from, but they only give Nino some messy medicine, just to keep him walking. They wear They lick your ass and think you're the bigwigs in the film industry. And you think they're great doctors because of that. Bosses of the entertainment industry, quack doctors, you still have hearts Is there any? They don’t care whether the patient is alive or dead. Well, I admit that I have a little numbness. Although this nephropathy seems unforgivably absurd to you, it is also very common. That is to cure diseases and save lives. I asked you to pass the wine to Nino just now, and my purpose was to let you see for yourself how serious the reaction that wine caused on him." At this point, Julius leaned his upper body toward Johnny Fontane, who remained calm and unmoved. "That friend of yours is pretty much dead. Well, do you understand? Without treatment, without strict nursing care, he has no hope of living. His high blood pressure, diabetes, bad habits, will immediately cause a cerebral hemorrhage, and he Your brains will break apart on their own. That's enough. Yes, I was talking about a madhouse, and I want you to understand what must be done. Otherwise, there's nothing you can do. I'd like to give you my advice straight to the point. Come out. You can save your old chap's life by locking him up. Or kiss him good-bye." Lucy murmured to him: "Juris, dear. Julius, don't be so stubborn. Tell him seriously." Julius stood up, his usual cold demeanor was swept away.Johnny Fontane saw it and was satisfied.The calm, uninflected monotony of his voice was also gone. "Do you think it's the first time I've had to talk to someone like you in a situation like this?" Julius said. "I do that every day. Lucy said don't be so stubborn, but she didn't understand what she said." What. You know, I always say to people, 'Don't eat so much, or you'll die; don't smoke so much, or you'll die; don't work so much, or you'll die; Don't drink so much or you'll die., It's a pity that no one listens. Do you know why? The reason is that I don't say, 'You're going to die tomorrow.' Well, right now I can tell you : Nino will probably die tomorrow." Julius went to the bar and mixed another glass. "How about John, are you going to lock Nino up?" John said, "I don't know either." Julius had a quick drink at the bar, then poured another. "Look, it's really interesting to say that smoking can kill yourself, drinking can kill you, working you can kill you, and even eating can kill you. But you admit that it's good for you Yes. From a medical point of view, the only thing you can't do is sleep with the opposite sex and kill yourself. However, they put up all kinds of obstacles in this regard." At this point, he stopped and finished his glass of Yuli wine. "It's a problem, though, and it's a problem for women anyway. I used to sleep only with women who weren't supposed to have children. 'It's dangerous,' I always say.' You I'm going to die," I said to them. A month later, they came suddenly, their cheeks were rosy, and they said, "Doctor, I think I'm pregnant." It goes without saying that they wanted to kill Kill that little bud." But, it's dangerous,' I always say to them too.In the past, my voice was expressive.And they always smiled and said to me: 'However, my husband and I are very strict Catholics. ’ That’s actually their catchphrase. " There was a knock on the door, and in came two waiters from a restaurant, pushing a food cart laden with food and a large silver coffee pot.They pulled a portable table from the bottom of the food truck, propped it up, and left. After the waiter left, they sat around the table, eating warm sandwiches and drinking coffee.John leaned back in his chair and lit a cigarette. "Well, even if you save lives. How do you become an abortion expert?" Lucy spoke for the first time: "Well, he wants to help girls who are pregnant. Girls might kill themselves when they get pregnant, or they might do something dangerous to abort the fetus." Julius smiled at her, then sighed.