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Chapter 1700 Yalebin

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    Moscow, nursing home affiliated with No.14 hospital.

    As usual, Yarebin walked slowly to the corridor under the green shade, leaning on a cane, and then sat down next to a pillar that he liked.

    Since replacing an artificial hip joint, Yarebin has not been able to walk very much, but he likes the sunshine and air in the morning.

    As usual, Yarebin sat in the corridor, looking at the environment he had lived in for five years. Everything was very familiar, everything was moving towards obsolescence and decay and would never look back. Yarebin found that he really  He hates this place very much. Everything here reminds him that he is about to die.

    Russia provides free medical care. Hospital No. 14 is one of the best hospitals in Moscow, and the attached nursing home is also one of the best. However, it is no different from other public hospitals. If it is free, it cannot be the best.  Yes, the equipment here is old and the quality of the doctors is declining year by year, because the good doctors have gone to private hospitals with higher incomes, but what does it matter? Yarebin has decided not to undergo any operations anymore, nor will he  He would let the doctors insert needles into him roughly.

    When people are old, they should die. Don¡¯t force yourself to live. Live with quality. This is Yarebin¡¯s idea, so he refused medical treatment after catching a cold last winter, even though the government would pay for it.  He provided all necessary medical treatment, but Yarebin no longer wanted it.

    But he survived again, which made Yarebin feel a little regretful. He wanted to die. If he couldn't live a quality life, the people in the nursing home didn't want him to die, because if he lived, the nursing home would get a fixed allocation.  .

    Yarebin leaned on his crutches with both hands and stared at a shadow under the sun. Finally, with the sound of footsteps, Yarebin saw the person he was waiting for.

    A nurse in her thirties, female, but her expression is always very serious, as if someone owes her a lot of money.

    Yarebin remembered that this woman was not like this when she first came here. She was very polite and loved to smile. However, after dealing with too many elderly people, her expression became the same as that of other caregivers.  , although she won't say things she shouldn't say or be rude, but she will never laugh again.

    "Today's newspaper."

    Yarebin reached out and took the newspaper from him, and the caregiver immediately turned around and left without a word of unnecessary nonsense. He couldn't even find a topic to talk about, such as the weather was pretty good today.

    Smiling, Yarebin put the crutch aside, and then opened the rolled-up newspaper.

    Yalebin is very satisfied with his eyesight. This is one of the few advantages he has left.

    Yarebin has been habitually opening the newspaper and flipping over the advertisement page for more than 20 years, although other old men think he is stupid for liking to read advertisements.

    After carefully browsing the entire page, Yarebin's eyes paused. He pulled the somewhat curled newspaper hard and moved his eyes forward. When he confirmed that he had read correctly, the name of the farm was  Yes, the name is that name, a name whose initials are kgb, the name they had agreed on.

    Yarebin thought that he would never see this advertisement in his life, but he saw it.

    After rubbing his eyes to confirm that he had read correctly, Yarebin put down the newspaper and took a deep breath. After sitting there motionless and meditating for half an hour, he stood up.

    Taking the newspaper with one hand and holding up the crutches with the other, Yarebin began to walk towards the office of the director of the nursing home.

    Yalebin felt as if he had instantly become twenty years younger.

    Knocking on the door, Yarebin opened the door without waiting for anyone to respond. Then he directly said to the astonished dean behind the office: "Give me a phone, I want to make a call."

    "There's no phone for you here! Get out!"

    After Yarebin lowered his head and thought about it, he raised his head again and whispered to his dean: "You know? From the first day I came here, I wanted to beat you, you son of a bitch. Now,  I just want to break your neck.¡±

    The dean was stunned for a moment, then stood up and said to Yarebin angrily: "Get out of here! Old guy!"

    Yarebin walked over. At the same time, he smiled and said: "You should respect me more. Really, you should respect me. I don't like being reprimanded. I also hate your hypocrisy when you greet the inspection."  Laugh, I hate the way you are so arrogant in front of us old guys. The most important thing is that you should not deprive us of food."

    The dean is in his forties, he is very big, and he looks very fierce.After the face comes.

    "Get out of here"

    With a snap, the crutch hit the dean hard on the nose, and then Yarebin turned around, using his hip-replaced leg as a support to spin in a circle, and the crutch also quickly spun in his hand.  After turning in a circle like a T-shaped crutch, with the acceleration of the rotation, Yarebin hit the dean's leg hard with the crutch with his backhand.

    There was a clear sound of fracture in the dean's neck, but he made no sound. The first blow made him lose consciousness, and the second blow only broke his neck before he fell to the ground.

    Yarebin did not use the landline phone on the table. He walked around the desk with a smile on his face and took out a mobile phone from the dean's jacket pocket. Then he sat on the dean's chair and faced the prostrate man.  The dean at his feet said: "Sorry, I only know how to kill people, and you really shouldn't deprive us of food."

    Opening the newspaper again, Yarebin dialed the number on it. Then he concentrated and held his breath. After waiting for a call from the other party, he wanted to hang up the phone, but after looking at the ceiling, he finally sighed slowly.  Said: "I am Yalebin."

    After hearing what the other party said excitedly, Yarebin said softly: "But I am already eighty-four years old."

    Finally, a satisfied smile appeared on Yarebin's face. Then he hung up the phone, put the dean's cell phone in his pocket, and rolled up the newspaper.

    After standing up from the chair, Yarebin lowered his head and said to the lost dean at his feet: "Farewell, you son of a bitch."

    With a smile on his face, Yarebin slowly walked to the door. After pressing the button of the ball lock and closing the door, Yarebin looked back. After a brief pause, he had a look on his face.  He said contemptuously: "You have done many things wrong, but the last thing you should do is to deduct the food expenses of a bunch of old people and put it in your own pocket. The most important thing is, you should not deduct the food of a black devil, idiot!"

    Yarebin closed the door gently, and then said to himself: "I should put on my favorite top hat before leaving. Yes, to put on that top hat, I have to put on that suit."  Suit."

    After finishing speaking, Yalebin may have realized something, and then he smiled bitterly and said to himself: "You are really old, there are so many nonsense!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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