Moscow, No.14 Hospital Affiliated Nursing Home.

As usual, Jarepin walked slowly into the corridor under the shade with a cane, and sat down next to a column he liked.

Since changing to an artificial hip, Jarepin hasn't walked much, but he likes the morning sun and air.

As usual, Yarepin sat in the porch, watching the environment where he had lived for five years, everything was familiar, everything was walking towards the old and rotten and never headed, Yarepin found that he really hated this place, everything here reminded him that he was dying.

Russia is free medical care. Hospital No. 14 is one of the best hospitals in Moscow, and its affiliated nursing homes are also one of the best nursing homes. However, it is no different from other public hospitals. If it is free, it cannot be the best. The equipment here is outdated and the quality of doctors is declining year by year, because good doctors have gone to private hospitals with higher incomes. But what does this matter? Yarepin has decided not to undergo any surgery anymore, and will not let those doctors erect acupuncture on him.

When people get old, they should die. Don’t force them to live. Live with quality. This is Yarepin’s idea, so he refused to treat him after a cold last winter. Although the main palace would pay him all the necessary medical treatment, Yarepin no longer wants it.

But he survived again, which made Yarepin feel a little regretful. He wanted to die. If he could not live with quality, the people in the nursing home did not want him to die, because he could live, and the nursing home would receive a fixed grant.

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

A nurse in her thirties, a woman, but her expression is always very serious, just like someone else owe her a lot of money.

Yarebin remembers that this woman was not like this when she first came. She was very polite and loved to laugh, but after dealing too much with people who were too old, she also turned into the same expression as other caregivers. Although she couldn't say what she shouldn't say and wasn't very rough, she would never laugh again.

"Today's newspaper."

Yarebin reached out to take his newspaper, and the nurse immediately turned around and left without a single word of unnecessary nonsense. He couldn't help but ask him to find some topics to say a few words, such as the weather is pretty good today.

Smiling, Yarepin put the crutches aside and opened the rolled newspaper.

His eyes were not blurred, and Yarepin was very satisfied with his own. This was the only advantage left on him.

Habitually, opening the newspaper and turning over the advertisement page directly is Yarepin's habit for more than 20 years, although other old men think it's stupid for him to like to read advertisements.

He carefully browsed the entire page slowly. Yarepin's gaze paused. He pulled the somewhat curled newspaper hard and put his eyes forward. When he confirmed that he was not wrong, the name of the farm was correct. The name was that name, a letter was kgb, the name they had agreed on.

Yarepin thought he would never be able to wait for this advertisement in his life, but he saw it.

After rubbing his eyes and confirming that he was not wrong, Yarepin put down the newspaper, breathed a sigh of relief, and sat there motionlessly pondering for half an hour, he stood up.

He took the newspaper in one hand and raised a cane in the other hand, and Yarebin began to walk towards the office of the head of the sanatorium.

Yarebin felt as if he had become twenty years younger in an instant.

He knocked on the door and opened the door directly before anyone could be Ying Yarebin. Then he directly pointed to the dean with a surprised look on his face from the back of the office and said, "Give me a phone number, I want to call."

"There is no phone call for you here! Go out!"

After thinking about it, Yarebin raised his head again and whispered to his dean: "Do you know? Since the first day I came, I have wanted to beat you, a bitch. Now, I just want to break your neck."

The dean was stunned for a moment, then stood up, and said to Yarebin with anger, "Get out! Old guy!"

Yarebin walked over, and 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 the hypocritical smile you greeted the examination, and even more hated the arrogant look in front of us old guys. Most importantly, you shouldn't deduct our food."

The dean was in his forties, he was very big and looked fierce, after he was stern.

"Get out of here"

With a bang, the crutch hit the dean's nose hard. Then Yarebin turned around and turned around with his legs that had changed his hip joint as support. The crutch also turned around in his hand. After turning around like a t-shaped crutch, Yarebin hit the crutch heavily on the dean's leg with the added effect of rotation.

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

Yarebin used the landline on the table. He walked around the desk with a smile and took out a cell phone from the dean's pocket. Then he sat on the dean's chair and said to the dean who was crawling at his feet: "Sorry, I can only kill people, and you really shouldn't deduct our food."

After spreading the newspaper again, Yarepin dialed out according to the phone number above, and then he held his breath. After a sound from the other party, he wanted to hang up the phone, but after looking at the ceiling, he finally said slowly: "I am Yarepin."

After hearing the other party excitedly telling something, Yarebin whispered: "But I am already eighty-four years old."

Finally, a satisfied smile appeared on Yarebin's face, and 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 under his feet, "Farewell forever, you bastard."

With a smile on his face, Yarebin slowly walked to the door. When he pressed the lock button of the ball lock and closed the door, Yarebin glanced at him. After a brief stay, he said with contempt: "You have done a lot of wrong things, but what you shouldn't do the most is to deduct the food expenses of a bunch of old people and put them in your pockets. The most important thing is that you shouldn't deduct the food of a black devil, idiot!"

Yarebin closed the door gently, and then he said to himself: "I should wear my favorite top hat and leave. Yes, go and wear that top hat and have to wear that suit."

After saying that, Yarepin might have realized something, and then he smiled bitterly and said to himself: "It turns out that he is old, so much nonsense!" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!