Chapter 1700

Moscow, No.14 Hospital Affiliated nursing home.

As usual, yalebin walked slowly to the cloister under the shade with a crutch, and then sat down by one of his favorite pillars.

Alebin didn't walk much since he changed an artificial hip joint, but he liked the sunshine and air in the morning.

As usual, yalebin sat in the corridor and looked at the environment where he had lived for five years. Everything was very familiar. Everything was going to be old and rotten and never looked back. Yalebin found that he really hated this place. Everything here reminded him that he was dying.

In Russia, medical treatment is free. Hospital No. 14 is one of the best hospitals in Moscow, and the affiliated nursing home is also one of the best nursing homes. However, it is no different from other public hospitals. If it is free, it can not be the best. The equipment here is old, and the quality of doctors is declining year by year, because good doctors go to private hospitals with higher income, But what does it matter? Alebin has decided not to undergo any surgery, nor will he let the doctors give him rough needles.

When people are old, they should die. Don't have to live and live with quality. This is the idea of yalebin, so he refused treatment after catching a cold last winter. Although the Zhengfu will pay for all necessary medical treatment, yalebin doesn't want it anymore.

However, he survived again, which made yalebin feel some regret. He wanted to die. If he couldn't live with quality, the people in the nursing home didn't want him to die. Because he was alive, the nursing home could get a fixed appropriation.

Yalebin leaned on his crutches and looked at the shadow under the sun. Finally, with the sound of footsteps, yalebin saw the people he was waiting for.

A nurse in her thirties, female, but her expression is always very severe, just like others owe her a lot of money.

Yalebin remembered that this woman was not like this when she first came. She was very polite and liked to laugh. However, after dealing with too many old people, she turned into the same expression as other nursing workers. Although she couldn't say what she shouldn't say or be rude, she would never laugh again.

"Today's newspaper."

Yalebin reached out and took his newspaper. The nurse immediately turned and left without a word of superfluous nonsense. He couldn't find a topic to say a few words, such as the weather is good today.

With a smile, alebin put his crutch aside and opened the rolled newspaper.

His eyes were not bright, and alebin was satisfied with himself, which was one of his few advantages.

Habitually, open the newspaper and directly turn over the advertising page. This is the habit of alebin for more than 20 years, although other old men think it's silly for him to like reading advertisements.

After carefully browsing the whole page, yalebin's eyes stopped. He pulled some curly newspapers hard and put his eyes forward. When he confirmed that he had read correctly, the name of the farm was right, and the name was the name. A initials was the name of KGB, the name they had agreed on.

Alebin thought he could never wait for this advertisement in his life, but he saw it.

After rubbing his eyes and confirming that he had read correctly, alebin put down the newspaper, took a breath, sat there motionless and meditated for half an hour, and then he stood up.

With a newspaper in one hand and a crutch in the other, alebin began to walk towards the office of the head of the nursing home.

Alebin felt as if he were twenty years younger in an instant.

He knocked on the door and opened the door without waiting for someone to respond. Then he said directly to the stunned Dean in the back of the office, "give me a phone. I want to call."

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

After thinking about it, alebin looked up again and whispered to his Dean, "you know? Since the first day I came, I've wanted to beat 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 angrily to yalebin, "get out of here, old man!"

At the same time, he smiled and said, "you should respect me. Really, you should respect me. I don't like being scolded. I also hate your hypocritical smile when you meet the inspection, and I hate your arrogance in front of our old friends. Most importantly, you shouldn't withhold our food."

The Dean was in his forties. He was big and he looked fierce. After he straightened his face.

"Get out of here..."

With a slap, the crutch hit the dean's nose hard, and then alebin turned around and turned around with his hip leg as a support, and the crutch quickly turned around in his hand. After turning around like a T-shaped crutch, with the acceleration of rotation, alebin hit the crutch heavily on the dean's leg with his backhand.

The dean's neck made a clear sound of fracture, but he didn't make a sound. The first knock made him unconscious. The second one just broke his neck before he fell to the ground.

Yalebin didn't use the fixed telephone on the desk. He smiled around the desk and took out a mobile phone from the dean's coat pocket. Then he sat in the dean's chair and said to the Dean crawling at his feet, "sorry, I can only kill people, and you really shouldn't withhold our food."

Spread out the newspaper again, yalebin dialed out according to the phone above, and then he held his breath. When the other party heard a sound, he wanted to hang up the phone, but after looking at the ceiling, he finally said slowly: "I'm yalebin."

After hearing what the other party said excitedly, yalebin whispered, "but I'm eighty-four years old."

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

When he got up from his chair, yalebin looked down at the lost Dean at his feet and said, "farewell, you son of a bitch."

With a smile on his face, yalebin walked slowly to the door. When he pressed the lock button of the ball lock and closed the door, yalebin looked back. After a short pause, he said with contempt on his face: "You've done a lot of wrong things, but the last thing you should do is to deduct the food expenses of a group of old people and put them in your pocket. Most importantly, you shouldn't deduct the food of a black devil, idiot!"

Yalebin gently closed the door, and then he said to himself, "I should put on my favorite top hat and leave. Yes, to put on that top hat, I have to put on that suit."

After saying that, yalebin may have realized something. Then he smiled bitterly and said to himself, "it's really old. There's so much nonsense!"