Rules Weird Talk: I am more perverted than weird!

【规则一：本养老院护工实施轮班制：白班9：00～20：00，晚班20：00～09：00。

If you fail to sign in at the front desk within the specified time, a fee of 50 yuan will be deducted for every five minutes you are late. 】

The salary of a Class B caregiver is 3,000 yuan a month, and half of it will be deducted if he is five minutes late. This is a typical capitalist behavior.

[Rule 2: Each caregiver is responsible for one hundred elderly people.

Eight o'clock in the morning, twelve o'clock at noon, and six o'clock in the evening are the unified meal times for the elderly. Your job is to ensure that they have three meals a day at the specified time and in any way possible.

Putting aside the number of elderly people being held responsible, the word “any way” is very clever.

You can eat it normally, force it down your throat, or even stuff it into your butt crack, that's fine...

In order to complete the task, Level B caregivers will certainly not feed the elderly one-on-one as they did before.

[Rule Three: The first and second floors of the cafeteria are where special nutritious meals for the elderly are prepared.

Level A caregivers have the right to get meals first, and twenty minutes later, it is the turn of Level B caregivers.

Employees can only eat food on the third floor, don’t get the order wrong. 】

[Rule 4: Here, you don’t need to meet the requests of the elderly, but you must ensure that they are alive. ]

Pierre saw this rule and fell silent again.

There are many ways to live.

A famous person in Longguo once said that some people are already dead while they are alive.

If you just want to keep someone alive, there are so many ways to just leave a breath.

A life worse than death is also a way of living.

However, Pierre still feels that the job of a Class B caregiver is not easy. It is definitely a big challenge for them to keep one hundred elderly people who cannot take care of themselves together and ensure that everyone is alive.

[Rule 5: When on night shift, it is best not to leave the duty room. ]

[Rule 6: When employees from other departments come to complete their work, you cannot stop them, and you need to actively cooperate with their actions when necessary.]

[Rule 7: You are not allowed to talk to caregivers and volunteers at other levels, and you are not allowed to disclose anything that happens at work to others.

Note: This rule has been signed in the confidentiality agreement when joining the company. Violators will be punished by death according to the agreement. 】

The last rule was within Pierre's expectations. He could guess it almost exactly from the attitudes of other Chosen Ones who had entered the nursing home to act as B-level caregivers.

Barrage: "Confidentiality agreement, did I read it right, hahahaha, it actually said confidentiality agreement?"

"That's terrible. A monthly salary of 3,000 yuan and a non-disclosure agreement. Do you think this job is worth it?"

"I always thought they would only sign if their monthly salary was over 30,000 yuan."

"Today is really a day when the key is hanging on the eyebrows - it opens my eyes."

Pierre lay on the bed and stuffed the note back into the pocket of his bloody jacket.

As soon as he came back from the electric shock room, he was assigned to the night shift.

Arrive at the nursing home in Area B in advance. At night, there will be a small duty room outside the hall. According to the rules, the caregivers only need to stay in there for one night.

But he refused to do so. First of all, if he didn't go out, what if an elderly person died? Wouldn't that be the end of him?

Second, Pierre judged that the rule was wrong.

If you just need to stay inside, what's the point of having a duty room? Just for show?

Pierre thought that this would be unlikely given the nursing home's usual stingy attitude.

At this moment, the laughter of an old man was heard from the hall next door. Pierre jumped out of bed and walked towards the hall.

Something is wrong. Something is extremely wrong.

Ever since he came to this duty room, all he could hear from the hall were sobs, wails, screams, etc.

Now I suddenly heard someone laughing,

It's like there are a bunch of tired and listless workers with dark circles under their eyes in an office building, and suddenly a guy with energetic and rosy complexion walks out.

It's not that the workers have become successful, it's that the people who exploit the workers are driving Ferraris.

Pierre walked out of the duty room and saw a faint dark shadow flashing in the corridor.

They pressed against his back and chest, moving back and forth as if testing something, then shook their heads and returned to the darkness.

?

What on earth is this?

Pierre thought for a moment, could this be the reason why the rules say not to leave the duty room at night? For fear of running into some monster.

But it seems that they pose no threat to him for the time being.

Pierre approached the hall and gently opened the door, leaving a gap just wide enough for the eye to see through.

The hall of Area B is more than half the size of Area A, but it can accommodate a hundred people.

At this moment, these old people gathered in the same space, and the foul smell was overwhelming.

Some of them were lying on the ground, some were lying prone, or some were making strange movements. They were all skinny and their bodies were covered with feces, vomit and other excrement, and no one had cleaned up for a long time.

It is no exaggeration to say that the pigpen in the real world is much better than this one.

If a pigpen dares to raise pigs like this, no one will be willing to buy the meat.

Pierre quickly locked onto the old man who was laughing. His breathing quickened. He knew this man. To be more precise, he had seen him in Area A two days ago.

It was Ivan’s roommate, the old man whom He Wen served.

Didn't He Wen say that the old man was hospitalized? I didn't expect that he was sent here.

The old man now looked skinny and emaciated, completely different from his energetic state in Area A.

Standing in front of the old man, with his back to him, was a man dressed in green.

From the man's figure, Pierre was 100% sure that the man was He Wen.

Out of professional habit, Pierre would subconsciously observe each person's stature, posture, and the small movements they would make inadvertently.

He Wen's unusual body, as thin as a piece of paper, and his light and graceful gait left a deep impression on Pierre, who remembered all of this man's features at first sight.

The old man seemed to have lost the ability to speak and organize language.

He was holding a cup of health tea that was packaged like milk tea, with a straw inserted in the middle, and sipping it in big gulps. When he was halfway through drinking, He Wen reached out and snatched the cup.

The old man raised his arms and babbled, trying to grab the cup of tea, but He Wen took it even further away.

He Wen himself is not tall, only about 1.6 meters, but the old man now has problems with his legs and feet and cannot stand up at all.

When the elderly people nearby saw the cup of health-preserving tea, their eyes were filled with extreme desire.

"Dad, I'm here to see you." He Wen chuckled, his voice warm, like the gurgling hot spring water flowing across his body in winter.

Barrage: "Is this He Wen's father?"

"Why didn't I notice it when I was in Area A before?"

In response to He Wen's words, the old man did not say anything. He just raised his head and stared at the health tea in his hand.

"Dad, please tell me something. I haven't seen you for a long time. Do you miss me?"

There was a hint of hesitation on the old man's numb expression, and then he nodded with difficulty.

"Then I'll take you back." He Wen suddenly lowered his head, leaned close to the other person's ear, and said something again. The old man became agitated and gasped heavily.

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me. I'm your son after all. Even if you don't hand over the things, I won't ignore you."

He Wen spoke in a "thoughtful" way, and his words sounded like a filial piety.

"Just godfather, I can't come to see you often in the future. You have to live here by yourself every day."

"When you're gone, I'll collect your body. I still have this little money, so you don't have to pay for the cremation."

The old man was wheezing and his mouth was moving constantly. If he could make any sound, he would probably be cursing very dirty.

He Wen chuckled and brought the cup to the old man's mouth.

"Want to drink, godfather?"

The old man's eyes uncontrollably fell on the health tea again, his expression full of desire. He opened his mouth and reached for the straw.

At the moment when my lips touched the straw,

With a thud, the cup fell to the ground, and the health tea splashed everywhere. Soon, the tea blended into the dirty and messy environment and disappeared.

He Wen: “Not holding it firmly.”

Pierre was standing behind the door, frowning.

This He Wen is probably an employee of the marketing department, and his taste is even worse than mine.

He is so kind that he likes to see young people cry, beautiful people cry, and living beings shed tears... Bah, how can He Wen be compared with him.

He never uses this trick to kill innocent people, especially the elderly.