They had removed an astonishing two and half liters of body fat. The next process was to tighten his buttocks. A banana-shaped incision was to be made across each cheek. Manuel calculated that he would spend at least an hour and a half on each, due to the number of internal stitches required layer by layer. The first general anesthetic was administered.Whatever pain he felt, three hours later Mr. Smith sat up asking for water. He drank thirstily before resting back and closing his eyes. His entire body felt as if it had been run over by a ten-ton truck. The pain was making his head throb; it was excruciating and he could find no comfort, even lying on his side."How long do you need before you work on my face?" he asked hoarsely.Manuel leaned close to him, checking his pulse."I really cannot begin any more surgery. I suggest you rest for two days. Then we will be able to remove these bandages so you will be more comfortable.""I don't have that amount of time. I want it done today.""I have to refuse. Your blood pressure was very high and you will need to have a second general anesthetic. It will be impossible to operate using only Fentanyl.""You get another ten thousand dollars if you continue.""It is too much of a risk. The work will take at the very least three hours. I have to virtually lift your entire face off and—""Just do it.""I advise you to rest at least for tonight and return tomorrow.""Do it!" the man hissed. He needed to be awake, to make sure he did not overdose on the Fentanyl. He trusted no one but himself to measure it. The pain dulled by the Fentanyl, he closed his eyes.Enrico was silent, as usual, as he cleaned up and removed the bloody gauze pads. He was surprised when Manuel asked if he could remain all night at the surgery. He gave a small nod of his head and continued clearing up.When Manuel returned to the table, Mr. Smith was already lying motionless, his eyes closed."He is mad," Enrico whispered."For Jesus' sake, don't let him die on us.