The young mother took the pale green newborn tonic, put it to the child's mouth, squeezed it gently, and gave it to him. The whole process is as simple as that, it doesn't take three minutes.

"Thank you, doctor. ”

"You're welcome, next. ”

In this world, being a doctor is simply not too cool, and it is easier than selling early in the original world.

Promi looked at the drawer in his hand, there were only a dozen slots in total, and he could take that one if he needed it. There is no need for all diagnostic measures such as blood draws, laboratory tests, urine tests, etc. There are no surgical treatments, drips, nebulizations, etc. All it takes is a small capsule and you're done.

In the original world, if you sold breakfast, for example, pancakes. Whether the customer wants one egg or two eggs, with or without chili, with or without chopped green onions, or with or without thin crispy, there can be more than a dozen permutations and combinations. If you are a doctor, it is 10,000 times more complicated.

It seems that this world is still a mess.

The morning passed quickly and there were few customers. The calling machine on Promi's table is more like a number grabbing machine, and when you see a customer coming to pick up the number, you can quickly press it, so that you can grab the customer to your window.

After observing it all morning, he found that the people in this world were not much different from the people in his original world. Men are still like that, women are still like that, and of course, there are still beautiful women. Promi is also single, of course she will pay attention.

Lan Zao, who was sitting next to him, looked at Promi and smiled, and said, "Promi, when did you become so passionate about your work?"

"Haha, I've always loved my work. Promi said.

At noon, Promi, Lan Zaoyu and Dean Green and a few other colleagues went to the cafeteria to eat together. The cafeteria was just behind their hospital, a small room.

When the cafeteria aunt saw them coming, she quickly helped them make lunch. Everybody can just go over and go.

"Isn't it? What is this?"

Looking at the lunch on the plate, Promi's jaw dropped.

His plate was filled with something boxy, resembling the size of tofu. But it's not at all as soft and smooth as tofu, and it's also completely dull. It should be said that the texture looks more like rice cakes, if you have to use a food metaphor.

At the same time, the food also looks very hard, not like it can be poked with chopsticks.

The same is true for everyone else's lunches, exactly the same, as if they were copied and pasted.

Dean Green was across from Promi, and he sat upright, neatly slicing a piece of his knife down. Watch as his thumb pressed hard against the back of the knife, as if it was using a lot of force. After cutting it off, I put the thing in my mouth with a fork, chewed it expressionlessly for a long time, and swallowed it.

"What is this?" Promi asked Lan Zaoyu, who was sitting next to him, as he looked at the contents of the plate in surprise.

"Lunch, isn't it like this every day?" Lan looked at Promi, as if he was a little surprised by his reaction.

"It might taste like luncheon meat. ”

Promi quietly comforted herself. He followed the example of the dean, and also cut a piece down. Off-white, like a cold rice cake, it is difficult to cut. And there is a little sticky to the dinner knife, and it can be felt with a fork, and it is very hard.

Promi plucked up his courage and tasted it.

It's so unpalatable!

It was completely tasteless, dry and hard, a bit like a compressed biscuit from his original world, and it was cold.

The main thing is that there is no taste at all at all.

Promi wondered if it was because of the crossing that he had a problem with his mouth or taste. But his previous memories didn't have any information about it.

After a few more bites, Promi finally understood what the idiom meant by the idiom that tastes the same as chewing wax.

While they weren't paying attention, Promi secretly licked his hand. Salty, his hands are salty, probably because he didn't wash his hands before eating. This shows that there is no problem with Promi's sense of taste.

Rosixiu, or Promi, never thought that he would get the taste by licking his hands.

"Is this the case for lunch every day?" asked Promi again.

"yes, you've been at work for so long, and you're still asking me. Lan said earlier than surprised.

"Oh...... Could it be that the food in our Fifty-seventh Branch is a little worse?" asked Promi cautiously.

"Ahem. ”

Dean Midori, who was sitting across from him, didn't seem to like Promi saying that.

He cleared his throat and said, "Eating is just to maintain the normal functioning of the body. You're all still young, don't always be in the hunt for something good. Besides, the food in our 57th Branch is above average. You say, don't you?"

"yes, yes. The last time I went to the Fifty-Fourth Branch to pick up something, it was just noon, and I ate in their cafeteria. And guess what? The food in their cafeteria is worse than ours. Hahahaha. ”

Lan Zaoyu skillfully helped Dean Green pick up the topic.

"It's worse than here? And it's not a question of whether it's delicious or not, it's not food at all. Promi complained inwardly. Think back to the world you were in, even if it's the worst and worst employee meal. No, the school cafeteria meals are worse than the staff meals in the hotel.

Even if it's the worst school cafeteria meal, it's better to have food, vegetables and soup. No matter how unpalatable it is, at least it tastes. Even if it doesn't taste good, you can at least add a little soy sauce, vinegar, or chili pepper or other seasoning.

And in this other world, there is no seasoning. There is no taste at all. It's like a brick, no, at least it's still colored. And the food eaten here is frustrating grayish-white. There is no temperature, no taste, no color, and of course no fragrance.

It can be said that it is color, fragrance, and taste, and there is nothing to have. This is simply too cruel for Luo Sixiu, who strives to be a gourmet. Fate played a joke with him, why did he always play so big?

In the world where Rothsio's life was before, people would usually eat a bite of white bread or cucumber to restore their sense of taste before drinking different wines in order not to disturb their sense of taste. Now, Luo Sixiu felt that the food in front of him would be a little more suitable. After all, cucumbers or white bread are very flavorful foods compared to this food.

"What's this called?" Barely swallowing a mouthful of food, Promi asked Lan Zaoyu again.

"What did you say?" Lan Zao didn't seem to understand.

"That's what we're eating. Promi said.

"Lunch bag. Lan said earlier.

"Wrong. It is an intermediate lunch pack popularization version. Dean Green corrected.