Chapter 39 26-2

"It wasn't that simple. I ended up being a surgeon. As ballplayers say, I had great skill in my hands. But my skill was so good that I freaked myself out. Sometimes I cut open a little bastard's stomach and I know he's going to die. I still do the surgery, but I know in my heart that the cancer or tumor will grow back after I remove it, and I have to send them home. Put on a smile, and a lot of prevarication. One poor girl came, and I scraped off a little bit of her placenta. A year later, she came again, and I scraped off a little more. Another year later, she came again, and I scraped out all the contents of her womb, just like digging out the seeds when you eat melons. After repeated scraping, she gradually died. At the same time , the husbands keep coming and asking, 'What did you see during the operation?'

"Therefore, I specially hired a secretary to be responsible for this kind of visit. I only see the female patient who has undergone examination and operation. I treat the female patient and compress the time to a minimum as much as possible. Because I'm a busy person after all. In the end, I can only talk to her doctor for two minutes. 'It's time for death,' I always say. And those people can't understand the last word 'Death period'. They all understood what it meant, but they still couldn't hear it. At first, I thought I was saying the last word too softly, so I deliberately said the last word too loudly .But they still can't hear clearly. One time, a person actually asked me, "You said puberty, what do you mean?"

At this point, Julius also laughed. "Growing period, urging period, whatever the hell. I started turning to abortion. It was comfortable and easy, everyone was happy, like washing dishes, like cleaning drains. This is my business. I Love my business and I love being an abortion specialist. I don't think a two month old embryo is a human being so abortion is a no problem. I help pregnant girls and young wives and I make a lot of money. I I don't fit in with the world. When I was arrested, I felt like a deserter being caught. However, I was lucky, a friend gave me a back door, and I was let out , but the big hospital refused to allow me to operate. So, I came here. My task here is to put forward effective treatment opinions, but just like back then, my opinions were all ignored.”

"I don't take your opinion for granted," said Johnny Fontane. "I'm taking your opinion seriously." Finally, Lucy changed the active topic: "John, let me ask you, what are you doing in Vegas? Are you tired from work or work and want to relax?" John shook his head. "Michael Corleone asked me to come and talk to me. He flew up here with Tom Hagen tonight. Tom said they were going to meet you too. Do you know what's going on?" Lu Xi shook his head. "We're going to have dinner together tomorrow night, with Freddie, and I think it might be something to do with the hotel. Casino revenues have been dropping lately, which is very unjustifiable. Maybe the old man wants Michael to check it out himself." reason.

"I hear Michael finally got his face done," John said. Lucy laughed aloud. "I reckon he agreed to it on a whim. When they got married, he didn't want to have his face fixed first. I don't know why. The one was hurt." His face looks horrible, and he's got a runny nose. He should have had it done." He paused a moment before adding, "The Corleone family hired Dr. The operation was advising, and they had him as a consultant and observer." John nodded, and said dryly, "Mr. Juris was recommended by me." "Why," said Lucy, "whatever he is, Michael said he was going to do something for Julius. So he's asking us to have supper tomorrow night."

Julius mused. "He didn't trust those doctors. He reminded me to watch everyone's every move. It was a fairly simple and common surgery. Anyone who is qualified to be a surgeon can do it." That kind of surgery." There was a noise from the bedroom of the suite; they all looked towards it.Nino woke up again.John went and sat on the edge of the bed.Julius and Lucy went to the bed and stood at the foot end.Nino grinned miserably at both of them and said, "Well, I'm not being smart anymore. I really feel like hell. And John, do you remember when we played in Palm Springs a year ago with two girls I swear now: I wasn't jealous of the turn of events. I was sure. Do you believe me now? John!"

John made a clear promise: "Of course, Nino, I will take your word for it." Lucy and Juris, you look at me, and I look at you.Judging from what they had heard and learned about Johnny Fang, it seemed unlikely that he would snatch a girl from a friend as close as Nino.Then, why did Nino say that he didn't feel jealous after that situation happened?The idea passed through both of their minds that Nino was going to hang out with Johnny Fontane because a girl had left him, and that he was going to drink himself to death. Julius checked Nino again. "I'm going to get a nurse to look after you tonight," Julius said. "You're going to be in bed for two days, no joke."

Nino smiled slightly. "Okay, doctor, but don't want a too pretty nurse." Julius called the nurse, and he left with Lucy.John sat in a chair and waited for the nurse to arrive.At this moment, Nino seemed to be asleep again, with an exhausted look on his face.John was thinking about what Erno had just said.John never thought that Nino might be jealous. A year ago, Johnny Fontane sat in his luxurious office, the office of the movie studio he led, feeling terribly bored.He had never felt so bored.This is also puzzling, because in the first film he shot, he himself was the star, and Nino played a very popular role. It became a sensation and earned tons of money.Everything is done properly and everyone is committed to their duties.The actual cost of making the film was much lower than the budget.Everyone would get rich because of it, but Jack Woltz would lose ten years of life because of it.Right now, John still has two films in production, one with himself as the star and the other with Nino as the star.Nino is so good at playing a magical, foolishly infatuated teenager that women want to hold him in their arms.The boy fell in love with others, and what John touched, he made money, and the money kept rolling in.The godfather got his due dividend through the bank.It pleased John, too, that he had lived up to his godfather's trust.But today, such a happy event does not have much effect.

Today, he is a thriving independent film studio owner.Compared with any time since he became a singer, his strength at this time is the same, or it is much greater.Pretty girls came at him as before, but more for business reasons.He has his own private jet, and he lives a more luxurious life, which is icing on the cake with the special tax treatment that artists don't get, but businessmen get.So why on earth was he bothered? He knew what was going on in his own mind: his forehead was hurt, his nose was hurt, his throat was itchy.The only way to scratch that itch was to sing, but he dared not even try.For this reason, he had already asked Juris Sigal when it was safe to try singing.Juris' answer was: anytime he felt like singing.So he tried to sing, but his voice sounded so hoarse and unnatural that he himself had to give up the attempt.The next day his throat hurt like hell, which was different from the pain before the tumor was removed.The pain got worse and there was a burning sensation.He didn't dare to continue singing, fearing that his voice would never recover and that it would be ruined.

If he couldn't sing, what was the real point of everything else?Everything else is just a passing cloud.Singing is something that he really knows the joys and sorrows of it.Perhaps he has a much deeper understanding of singing, of this music, than anyone else in the world.He understood now that these few years of singing had made him a real pro.No one is qualified to tell him what is right and what is wrong.He doesn't have to ask anyone.In this respect, he knows everything.Talking about music with other people is a waste of words, and a waste of words. Friday came and he decided to spend the weekend with Virginie and the kids.As always, he called her first and told her he was going.His intention was to give her a chance to say no.But she never said a word no.Not in the years since the two of them divorced.Because she absolutely couldn't bear to say no to their father and daughter meeting.What a woman she is, thought John.He was lucky to meet a woman like Virginia, and although he knew in his heart that he liked her more sincerely than other women, he also knew in his heart that it was impossible for the two of them to resume their sexual lives.Maybe when they were sixty-two years old, as one retires at that age, the two of them retired together, from all activity.

However, reality shattered this wishful thinking.After he went, he found Virginia unhappy, and the two little girls were not so affectionate when they saw him, because the two little girls had made appointments with several girlfriends to go to the California ranch for a weekend. Travel, and by the way, you can also ride a horse there. He said to Virginia that it was better to let the two little girls play in the ranch, and he kissed them good-bye with a smile on his face.He understands their psychology very well.What kid wouldn't want to go ride a horse on a ranch and have fun hanging around a disgruntled father, especially one who thinks he's right.He said to Virginia, "I want to drink a few drinks and then get out." "That's good," she said. She is in a bad mood today.It's rare for her to appear in a bad mood, but this time it's obvious that it's not easy for her to live like this for a day! She saw him drink a lot of alcohol. "Why do you drink away your worries?" Virginia asked. "Everything is going well with you so far. I never dreamed that you still have the temperament to be good at being a businessman." John smiled at her. "It's not that tough yet," he said. He was thinking in his heart: the problem is precisely here.He knew women well, and he knew now that the reason Virginia was downcast was because she thought he had everything he wanted.Women are actually very reluctant to see their husbands soaring upwards.It makes them suffocate.This can make their control over their husbands less secure.So, on the one hand, John complained to himself, and on the other hand, in order to relieve her mental scruples, he deliberately said: "If I can't sing, what is the point of all this?" Virginia's voice sounded disturbed. "Why, John, you're not a baby anymore. You're thirty-five. Why do you still think about singing that's a nonsense thing? Never mind it, you're a studio boss, You make a lot of money!" John looked at her curiously, and said, "I am a singer, and I love to sing. Old, what does old age have to do with singing?" Virginia was impatient. "Anyway, I don't like singing. Now that you've shown that you're capable of making videos, I'm glad you can't sing anymore. Then John was furious, and Virginia was baffled, and even he was baffled.He said:" It's really wicked of you to say that. " He was uneasy.How could Virginia have such feelings?How could she hate him so much? Virginia smiled when she saw that his feelings had been hurt.Because what she said was unbearable, and he justifiably wanted to lose his temper with her, so she said: "How do you think I feel when so many girls listen to you singing beautifully and follow your ass? How would you feel if I swindled and seduced men to follow my ass on the street with my bare ass? The same is true for your singing. The relationship before our divorce." He drank the wine in his glass. "You don't understand anything, and neither does this fart. He went to the kitchen and dialed Nino's phone number.He arranged for the two of them to spend the weekend together in Palm Springs, and at the same time gave Nino the phone number of a girl so that he could call her and ask her to come with her.The girl was a real fresh beauty, and he'd been trying to get her all along.She'll bring you a friend," said John, "and I'll be at your place in an hour. When he left, Virginia said a cold goodbye to him.He said nothing, and this was one of the few times he lost his temper with her.No matter what happens, he wants to get away and spend the weekend, so that all the poisonous gas in his body can be dissipated. Indeed, everything went well in Palm Springs.John has three houses there, and he lives in his own house.His house was always ready for occupancy and staffed at this time of year. The two girls who came were very young and had a lot of fun to play with; at the same time they were not greedy for petting, but they were pleasant.Some people gathered around and played with them by the pool until dinner time.Nino led his female companion into his room to prepare for dinner, and at the same time, taking advantage of the sun while his body was still a little warm, he sneaked away to seek excitement again.John wasn't interested, so he left his girlfriend to take a shower alone.His female companion was a short fresh blond girl named Tina.He had just quarreled with Virginia, and he was in no mood to fall in love with another woman. He went into the glass-walled living room that jutted out and contained a piano.When he was singing with the band, he played the piano randomly just to have fun, so he can also play a little folk songs.He sat down and played and hummed a few words, very softly, but not really singing.He didn't realize that Tina had come to the living room, mixed a glass of wine for him, and then sat next to him in front of the piano.He played a few tunes, and she hummed along with him.He left her to play the piano by herself, and went upstairs to take a shower, where he sang a few short lines. Singing is actually more like talking.He dressed and went downstairs. Tina was still alone.Nino had either passed away with his girlfriend or was drunk. While Tina wandered out to admire the swimming pool, John sat down to play the piano again.He sang old songs that he knew well in the past, and there was no burning feeling in his throat;He looked around the living room, Tina was still outside, the glass door was closed, she couldn't hear what he was singing.For some reason, he didn't want anyone to hear him sing.He began to sing his favorite ancient folk songs again.He let go of his voice and sang as if he were singing in public; he let himself sing all he wanted while waiting for that familiar burning sting in his throat, but there was none.He listened carefully to his own voice, it was always a little different, but he liked it, it was thicker, it was a real grown man's voice, not a young man's voice anymore.He thinks this sound is very mellow, rich and mellow.When the singing was almost over, my throat felt relaxed.He sat in front of the piano and meditated silently. Nino said behind him: "Yes, old friend, very good." John turned around and saw that it was Nino standing at the door. He was alone, and his female companion was not with him. Seeing that there were no outsiders around, John felt at ease. He didn't mind Nino listening to his singing. "Well," said John, "we'd better drive those two women away, and send them home." Nino said, "Go and send them back. They are good girls, and I can't bear to hurt their feelings. What would it be like to send them home without even inviting them to dinner?" Forget it, John thought, and let those two girls hear him sing too, even if he had a bad voice. He called the bandleader in Palm Springs and asked him to send Nino a mandolin.The bandleader retorted, "Why, there's no one in California who can play the mandolin!" John yelled, "You're asked to give me one!" The room was filled with recording equipment.John asked two girls to turn the music for him and pass the music for him.After they had dinner, John officially went to work.He let Nino play the mandolin as an accompaniment, and he sang familiar old songs by himself.Every song is sung from the beginning to the end, not at all different from my own voice.He has a good singing voice.He felt that he could sing boldly in the future.During the months when he couldn't sing, he was constantly thinking about singing, and he made a plan to study how singing ballads now is different from the way he pronounced words when he was a boy.He's just humming in his mouth, putting more emphasis on the inflection changes.Now, he's really singing out loud.In the actual singing process, there will be mistakes. Sometimes when the tone is hummed in the mouth, it sounds good to me, but when it is sung, it is not so pleasant.First of all, he thought, singing out loud.At this time, he just sang, no longer distracted to listen to his own voice.He tried singing, fumbling for the correct beat, but the beat was fine, but he hadn't sung for a long time, and his voice was not so proficient.He has a metronome in his head, which is very reliable.His current priority is to practice a little bit. Finally, he stopped singing, Tingna walked towards him with bright eyes, hugged him and kissed him for a long time. "Now I know why my mom always goes to see any movie you're in," she said. It is wrong to say this sentence at any other time, and it is justifiable to say it on this occasion.John and Nino both burst out laughing when they heard this. Then they played the recording, and now Johnny Fontane could really hear his own voice.His voice had changed, sharply, but it remained the same, and it sounded unmistakably Johnny Fontane's.His voice is now richer and thicker than before.There was also a change in sound quality, and now his voice sounded like that of a grown man instead of a male doll.The sound now has a richer real emotion.Have a more distinct personality.Compared with other components, the technical components in his singing are particularly prominent.His skills have reached the height of perfection.If the present voice, which is slack from long lack of practice, still sounds so pleasant, how pleasing it will be if it is more proficient!John smiled at Nino and said, "I think my voice is very good, is it really as good as I thought?" Nino looked at his beaming smiling face thoughtfully. "It sounds like hell," he said, "but we'll see how you sing to-morrow." John was irritated that Nino should say such unsightly words. "You son of a bitch, you know for yourself that you can't sing that well, don't worry about tomorrow, I think I'm good." He didn't sing again that night, though.He and Nino took his female companion to the party, and Tina slept in his bed afterwards, but he was not so useful, and the female companion was a little disappointed.But, John thought, whatever it was, you couldn't get everything done in one day. He awoke the next morning with a feeling of melancholy, a vague dread.He had a dream in which his voice was completely back to normal, and then when he was sure it was not a dream, he panicked again, fearing that his voice would suffer again.He went to the window, hummed a few times, and then went downstairs to the living room in his pajamas.He played a tune, and after a while, he tried to sing along with the sound of the piano.He sang with his mouth pursed, there was no pain in his throat, and there was no hoarseness, so he sang loudly, and the sound from his vocal cords was accurate and full, without feeling forced at all, just like flowing water, very relaxed and relaxed.John felt that the bad luck phase was over.His voice is now fully restored.As long as he got his voice back, it wouldn't matter if he failed miserably at the studio.It didn't matter that Virginia hated him because he could sing again.At the moment, he has only one regret, how beautiful it would be if his voice came back when he sang to his daughter that day!That's really beautiful! The nurse pushed the delivery cart full of medicines into the ward.John stood up and looked down at Nino.Nino was fast asleep, or perhaps dying.He knew that Nino wasn't jealous of his recovery of his voice.He understood that Nino was only jealous of his joy at getting his voice back.But it was now very clear that Nino Valenti was indifferent to any desire that would keep him alive.