Wanque
Andre Yefimechi stopped talking without looking at the other side, and talked calmly about the wise men, and talked with them about Mikhail Averych, listening attentively and agreeing with them again and again.
So you don’t believe in immortality? asked the postmaster suddenly
I don’t believe and I have no reason to believe that I don’t respect Mikhail Averych.
To be honest, I doubt it, too, but then again, I feel as if I will never die. Well, I think to myself, old man, your death is approaching, but my heart says, don’t believe you can’t die.
After 9: 01, Mikhail aveliangqi left for home. He put on a fur coat in the front room and said with a sigh
It’s really fate that throws us to such a desolate and remote place. Unfortunately, we still have to die here.
seven
After seeing off my friend Andrei Yeffimachi, I sat down at the table, and it seemed that there was no sound at night. When I broke the silence, I seemed to have stopped. I held my breath with the doctor who was immersed in reading. Except for this green hood lamp, everything was no longer in the doctor’s vulgar face, which gradually became radiant and moved and smiled in front of the progress of human wisdom. Why can’t people live forever? What does he think about? What does he want to see and speak? I feel a genius. Since all this is destined to be buried in the earth, it will finally cool down with the earth’s crust. Millions of years have no meaning and no purpose. Since it is necessary to cool down and rotate with the earth, there is no need to breed people from the void. He is almost as tall as God’s wisdom and then turns people into dust like a joke.
This is metabolism. However, this kind of fake replaces immortality to comfort myself. This is when all the consciousness changes in the cowardly world are worse than people’s stupidity. Because in stupidity, they still realize their will, but in those processes, they are cowards who feel fear in the face of death instead of dignity. I comfort that his body will gradually turn to grass, and the stone toad thinks that metabolism is immortality. This is an absurd theory. It is as ridiculous as a precious piano being smashed into a place and later generations saying that the piano box will have a bright future.
Every time the clock rings, Andre Yefimechi closes his eyes with his back against the round-backed chair and thinks about it. Reading those beautiful thoughts from it affects him, he turns his eyes to his past. The past is unbearable now. It is best not to think about it, but now it is the same as in the past. He knows that when his thoughts revolve around the sun with the cooling earth, people are suffering from diseases and abscesses in the main building of the hospital next to him. Maybe people are tossing and turning against bedbugs, people are infected with erysipelas or patients are moaning because bandages are too tight. Playing cards and drinking with nurses, 12,000 people were deceived in a fiscal year. The hospital staff were as full of theft, quarrels, slanders, favoritism and malpractice as they were 20 years ago. The hospital is still an immoral institution, which is extremely harmful to patients’ health. He knows that Rinikita often beats patients in ward 6, and he also knows that Moseika is begging in the city every day.
On the other hand, he clearly knows that there have been magical changes in medicine in the past twenty-five years. He thought that medicine would soon be mixed with alchemy. But now whenever he watches it at night, medicine often touches him and arouses his heart. unusual love is really brilliant. It is a profound revolution. Because of the anti-corrosion method, the great Pirogov 36 can’t do many operations, and now he can do many operations. Even doctors in ordinary local governments dare to do knee resection and laparotomy to do 100 cases. A case of death and lithiasis is a trivial matter, and no one writes about it any more. Syphilis can be cured. In addition, it is said that hypnotherapy Pasteur 38 Koch 39 has newly discovered the basic statistics, and the medical system of the Russian local government has been restored. Compared with the past, the diagnosis of forensic medicine is like a magnificent Elbrust Peak. Now, it is no longer necessary to treat madness and pour cold water on their heads. It is said that they are more humane to them. It is reported that they hold a dance, Andre Yeffimei. Qi knows that from the current point of view and fashion, an ugly phenomenon like ward 6 can probably be found in a small town 200 miles away from the railway. Now, because the members of the mayor’s body control Committee are semi-literate ordinary citizens, they regard doctors as magicians. Even if doctors pour molten tin water into patients’ mouths, they will believe that he did the right thing without criticism. Public newspapers and magazines in other places would have smashed this small Bastille 41.
But what can it do? Andre Yefimech asks himself with his eyes open. What can it do? Preservatives, Koch and Paster can’t change the substance, morbidity and mortality. In the past, people were crazy about holding dances and acting, but they still couldn’t see from their actions that everything was nonsense and futile. In fact, it’s best to have a hospital in Vienna and our hospital is no different.
But a grievance is similar to jealousy, and he can no longer be indifferent. I’m afraid it’s because he’s too sleepy. His heavy head hangs down to his good hands and holds his face, thinking to himself.
I am dishonest, but I am insignificant, and I am indispensable. A small number of county officials are harmful to white-collar workers, so dishonesty is not my fault, but the fault of the times. If I was born 200 years later, I would be another person.
The clock struck three, he put out the light and went into the bedroom, but he was sleepy.
Two years ago, the local government generously decided to allocate 300 rubles a year to subsidize the municipal hospital to increase the number of medical staff before the local government hospital was set up. Therefore, in order to help Andre Yeffi Meiqi, a doctor from Gongxian County, yevgeny Dorecki Khobotov was hired to come to this city. This man was young, less than 30 years old, with tall cheekbones and small eyes. He was a tall, dark-haired man. It seems that his ancestors were foreigners. When he came to this city, he was penniless and brought an ugly young woman who said that she was a cook and a nursing doll. Yevgeny Dorecki often wears a cap, high boots and short fur coat in winter. He has made friends with the doctor Sergey Sergey Yiqi, but somehow he told the rest of the officials to hide from them. He took the latest prescription of Vienna Hospital with him at home in 111. Every night, he played billiards in the club but didn’t play cards. In his speech, he especially loved such words. Don’t be so confused.
He comes to the hospital twice a week to check the ward and see the outpatient clinic. There is no preservative in the hospital to bleed blood along the cupping. He is very angry, but he does not take new measures for fear that it will offend Andrei Yefimech. He regards his colleague Andrei Yefimech as an old prick, suspects that he is rich and jealous of him, and hopes to take his place.
nine
On a spring evening at the end of March, there was no snow. The starlings in the hospital garden sang Andrei Yefimechi and sent his friend the postmaster to the gate. At this time, Moseika, a Jew, came back from the outside with his war benefits and just entered the hospital. He wore a pair of shallow overshoes without a hat and bare feet, holding a small bag of things in his hand.
Give me a little money, he said to the doctor, shivering with cold and smiling.
Andre Yefimech never refused to ask others, so he gave him a ten-kopeck coin.
It’s indecent. He looked at Moseika barefoot, thin and with red ankles and thought, Look, he’s soaked to the skin.
His heart aroused an emotion that was as sympathetic as indignation. He followed the Jews to the wing, sometimes looking at his baldness and sometimes at his ankle. Nikita jumped up straight from a pile of junk as soon as the doctor came in.
Hello, Nikita. Andrei Yefimechiwen said, can you give this Jew a pair of boots or he will catch cold?
Yes, sir, I will report to the chief commander.
I’m sorry for you, but I beg him in my name and tell him I want you to do it.
From the outhouse to the door of ward 6, Ivan Dmitry was lying in bed, propping up his elbow, raising himself in fear and listening to the stranger’s voice. He suddenly recognized the doctor, and he was so angry that he jumped out of bed, blushing, glaring and running to the center of the ward.
Here comes the doctor, yelling and laughing at last, gentlemen. I say to you that the doctor has come to visit us. Damn bastard, he suddenly screamed and stamped his foot. It looks like no one in the ward has ever seen this bastard killed before. He should be thrown into the cesspit and drowned.
Andre Ye Feimei heard this and looked at the ward from the outhouse and asked warmly.
What’s this