It was another morning like this. The sun had just squeezed the curtains and shone on Ziliang's face, and he woke up like a conditioned reflex.

He hates this kind of human setting, that is, he has to sleep every day... As long as the time is about to be over, your body will start to push you mercilessly on the bed, but your mind is still stubborn like a donkey, yelling desperately: "I won't sleep! Even if you turn off the light and lie in the quilt and close your eyes, I will never sleep!"

That's it, the brain and body have a fight every night, repeating themselves and never ending.

It's like two bastards, Joey and Hannibal.

Yesterday, they started yelling again... As for the reason, it was "food" and "feed". Although that thing was the same thing in Ziliang's eyes, these two fools always quarreled for several hours because of this little thing.

Hannibal believed that no matter how great Pegg was, he was now a pig, so he should eat something that pigs eat, such as the leftovers leftovers he had eaten.

Joey argued, and he always emphasized that this kind of words was discrimination against pigs and his own, because in his pig farm, Pegg had always eaten much better than himself. Moreover, Old Joey always stayed in Hannibal's kitchen every now and then, asking him to make Pegg a "super royal exquisite and rich feed feast" for him.

Yes, that's what Old Joey calls him what he wants, and Hannibal slapped his head awkwardly when he heard these words.

Alas, anyway, this kind of headache is happening every day. Now when Ziliang sees Harry Quinn, she simply feels holy as a little fairy. At least she will not create too much noise except for her story about "Little Pudding" with her Moji every day.

What? You ask, since you already have a psychologist, why didn’t Ziliang let Hannibal treat his insomnia?

Tsk, listen to what stupid things you said. Ziliang asked Hannibal to provide psychological counseling for himself? Even if it was either the supper that day or the "dry-fried Ziliang liver", would you believe Hannibal could also make a plate of high-end black plum sauce that was stained with Ziliang's eyes as a dessert after meals?

In short, compared to this quiet, peaceful, without noise and sin, Ziliang felt that his hospital was like a gathering place for gangsters.

Oh, by the way, there are not even rogues in this world...

......

It has been two weeks since I came to this world, and Ziliang has a very good review of this world.

In fact, it is indeed good. As I said just now, this is a genuine harmonious society, and the harmony is a bit unreal.

This time his hospital is located on the side of a bustling city street, with the window of his office facing a pedestrian crossing...

Ziliang dared to use "eat the meal made by Hannibal" as a bet to ensure that in the past half month, he has not seen any car running a red light, no one does not walk on the crosswalk, no one spits everywhere, and no one even throws the garbage bin on the side of the road wrongly sorts the garbage!

There was no fight, no quarrel, no one was tattooed on the street, no one dyed his head, two fierce-looking men accidentally bumped into each other while walking, and then quickly apologized to each other.

If Gotham City is a capital of sin, then this plane seems to be standing in the completely opposite direction of Gotham. This made Ziliang wonder if something went wrong and brought himself to a perfect plane without sin.

......

And all of this changed one afternoon.

......

I don’t know if it’s destined to be. The third-rate characters in each story have some common characteristics, such as baldness.

On that day, another middle-aged uncle with a bald face pushed open the gate of Ziliang Hospital. This uncle was the first person to enter the hospital since Ziliang came here.

He was in his forties, carrying a briefcase, and looked like a typical office worker. According to common sense, most of these people should have a chubby figure, a greasy luster on his face, and his small eyes had long been suppressed by day-to-day work and life.

But this person is different... His business suit is very clean, and under the suit, he is actually wrapped in a very well-proportioned figure, which looks like he is insisting on fitness every day, and there seems to be no decadent feeling in his eyes that he has long lost hope for life...at least it looks like this, in short, this look makes him look unspeakable weird.

He walked into Ziliang's office politely.

The next second, he was stunned. As for the reason, it was probably because he didn't expect Ziliang's office to be in such a mess. But soon, he hid his emotions.

"Hello doctor." He greeted him politely and bowed slightly.

Well, although it should be normal to respect doctors according to social status, it seems a bit unreasonable to see a street gangster like Ziliang wearing a white coat showing respect.

"Uh...Hello..." Ziliang responded.

The uncle looked at the dirty chair opposite Ziliang, and still maintained a polite expression and sat on it.

"What's wrong with you?" Ziliang asked, then said, lit a cigarette on his own.

The man watched Ziliang smoke... for a short silence.

"That's right, Doctor, I've been a little... not eating normally lately."

“Oh, say?”

"Just...I think I'm eating a little more..." the man said, seemingly anxious.

Ziliang frowned. In fact, according to the general situation, he had already lazily pushed this patient to Harry Quinn to deal with it, but there was a strange atmosphere on the patient.

"Eat more? Then you can eat less." Ziliang responded.

The uncle immediately shook his head: "I think... you don't understand what I mean. Actually, I have eaten very little, but... I think I'm still gaining weight. Compared to last month, I have gained 5 pounds!"

He said, and his tone revealed a sense of unhidden panic.

"Isn't it normal to get fat in middle age? Many men will get fat at this age. This is a normal physiological phenomenon. You have nothing to worry about." Ziliang said, then frowned.
Chapter completed!