Chapter 869 Retirement Life of the Elderly
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new world
Sphinx Island
The vast expanse of green grass is dotted with shrubs and tall pine trees, creating a fresh and natural scene.
There are a few pure white clouds floating in the blue sky.
Smoke is emanating from the chimneys of the scattered cottages. In the distance, steep mountains rise into the clouds, isolating the entire island from the outside world. The exposed white rock faces make it look like an endless snow-capped mountain.
The blue sky, white clouds, green grass and snow-capped mountains complement each other, combining ruggedness and tranquility, creating a sense of beauty of peaceful times.
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A tall but somewhat shabby wooden house was built on a hill, with an old pirate flag hanging high on the roof.
A welcome banquet was held here last night, and a bunch of drunken noobs were lying on the ground.
“Gurgle~Gurgle~”
Weevil and Ace also fell asleep directly on the soft grass. They snored loudly and competed to see who could blow the biggest bubbles.
On the side, Marco, who was not lucky enough to sleep in, shook his head. He woke up early in the morning and was surrounded by a group of villagers.
"Doctor, please help. This child has a high fever and has been having it all night!"
The crowd politely made way for a village woman holding a child.
Wearing silver-rimmed glasses, Marco has a more gentlemanly temperament, but as the former ship doctor of the Whitebeard Pirates, his medical skills are more than enough to be a barefoot doctor in the village.
"let me see."
Marco took the unconscious child and then placed his right palm on his forehead.
"Boom~!"
A ball of green flame suddenly appeared in Marco's palm, instantly setting the kid's whole body on fire!
Fortunately, the villagers who came to seek medical treatment were already accustomed to Dr. Ma's strange treatment methods, otherwise they would definitely be shocked.
Soon, wrapped in Qingyan, the little boy's frown gradually relaxed.
"It's okay. Just go back and take some medicine for a few days and you'll be completely well again."
"Ah! That's great. Thank you so much, Doctor Ma!"
The woman breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him repeatedly.
"Take it after meals, three times a day. Remember to take the prescribed dosage on time."
Handing the child back, Marco prescribed some homemade pills and gave some kind instructions.
"Okay, next one."
"My turn! My turn!"
"Doctor, doctor, my tooth hurts!"
"Doctor, doctor, my back hurts!"
"Line up first, come one by one, don't worry, I will treat you all."
Marco took off his glasses and wiped them. Although he was busy, he could still feel a sense of accomplishment without having to fight every day. Such days seemed pretty good.
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In front of the house, an old man of 666 cm in height was sitting on a pile of freshly cut logs, basking in the sun leisurely, admiring the scenery of cattle and sheep on the grassland with the wind blowing the grass low and the farmers working hard in front of and behind the house.
"Kulala! Gel boy, what do you think of my place?"
Newgate asked complacently.
Maybe it’s because I’ve been smiling a lot recently, the crow’s feet at the corners of my eyes are so deep that they can kill a fly.
"Suck it~"
Gel took a sip of sobering hot tea and said bluntly.
"not so good!"
"To put it in a positive way, this is very primitive. To put it in a negative way, life is hard, conditions are backward, basic facilities are extremely lacking, and people are extremely poor!"
"Uh...! It's been a while since we last met. Your poisonous mouth hasn't changed at all."
Newgate laughed.
"Yeah."
Gel raised his head and looked at him carefully, and saw that the once strongest man in the world had changed dramatically after retirement. Not only did his bald head grow yellow hair again, turning the "desert" into "grassland", but the newly grown beard was no longer crescent-shaped and curled to the sides, but flowed vertically like water, neat and smooth without a trace of mess. It was obvious that he combed his hair carefully every day, and even his facial features had become much more amiable.
"You have changed a lot... Whitebeard, it seems that you are quite used to your current retirement life."
"Kulalala, yes."
White Beard raised his hand to block the dazzling sunlight, looking at the beautiful scenery of his hometown and his family members who were still by his side, and couldn't help but sigh.
"I left here when I was 8 years old. Now I am already an old man in my 70s. Looking back now, it was really a long journey!"
Whitebeard was a little absent-minded, his legendary life flashing through his mind like a slide show.
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“Kulalala! I never thought that I would have the opportunity to return to my hometown with my family and start a new life. Speaking of which, I have to thank you for all this, Gel boy!”
"hehe."
Gel was very proud in his heart, but he remained calm on the surface.
Being able to influence the fate of people around him and personally change the original trajectory of the story is the thing that makes him feel that he is truly living in this world! This is also the reason why he never tires of doing it.
Gel waved his hand casually and started to pretend again.
“People, sometimes they hold too many things in their hands and cannot tell what is the most precious and what they really want. They often have to wait until they have completely lost it before they realize it. So, being able to “think clearly” and “let go” is your own credit. You don’t need to thank me.”
"Kulalala! Well said! But I, Whitebeard, will never forget this favor!"
Having suffered the loss of being illiterate, Whitebeard nodded repeatedly after hearing Gel's lecture.
"Are you here this time to ask for our help?"
"No."
Gel went straight to the point. He then found a tree stump to sit on, picked up Lab and stroked him.
"It's just that Ace was too pretentious. He said that he missed you guys so much. I happened to have some free time, so I brought him here."
“Kulalala, I see.”
Whitebeard didn't believe this at all. Although Ace didn't say anything, as a father to so many people for so many years, he had already noticed that something was wrong with his son.
Whitebeard picked up the wine jug and drank a few sips, but his eyes were secretly staring at Gel's eyes, trying to see something from them.
"Hey, Dad, why are you drinking secretly again? I made an exception yesterday and let you drink as much as you want. You can't drink again today."
Marco, who had just finished his work, came over and stopped him.
"Kulalala, you are no longer the ship's doctor, Marco. I know my own body well, and drinking a little alcohol will be fine."
"no!"
"Grrrrrr!"
White Beard quickly took a few more sips, fearing that the wine would be confiscated if he drank too slowly.
"Ugh!"
Marco looked helpless. His father was becoming more and more like a willful child as he got older.
"Hiccup~~"
Putting down the empty bottle, the tipsy white-bearded man burped with satisfaction. He looked down at Gel and spoke slowly.
"How far do you have to go before you take action? There shouldn't be anything that can threaten you, right?"
"what?"
"I don't know how many more years I can live. While I can still lift a knife, I'll quickly repay the favor I owe you. Otherwise, I'll feel uneasy when I die one day!"
"So, don't forget me in the final battle, Kulalala!"
"Dad...you..."
Marco looked a little uncomfortable. He had already heard that his father was trying to take all the favors they owed him on himself.
Gel frowned slightly, not understanding why he suddenly looked like a debt collector.
"You might have been drinking fake wine, Whitebeard."
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