Humanity Has Grown Filthy Again!

The next day.

Early in the morning.

"That's life."

Adam continued speeding along his sports car toward the Medical Center, unable to resist letting out this self-satisfied exclamation that would likely lead to an attack if anyone heard him.

Last night, Max and I strolled through the manor courtyard and enjoyed the beautiful moonlight together.

And it doesn't feel like being in the human world at all.

It is the moon that is admired from the sky.

Adam was not awakened by the moonlight until the alarm clock struck, and he said goodbye to MAX and drove away.

That moment.

Adam deeply understood the profound sense of change, like a day in heaven being a year on earth.

I also understand why this setting in Journey to the West is interpreted as a satire of corrupt rulers.

There is absolutely no misalignment One Day, One Year.

It's just that happy times fly by too quickly, and they're over in the blink of an eye.

This is exactly the same as the beauty of life.

That's right!

Adam has fallen!

If there really were Sailor Moon who represented the moon, what would happen?

So either last night she appeared to represent the moon and destroy Adam who desecrated the moonlight, or she hid behind the moon, trembling with fear and too afraid to show herself.

The world has become filthy again!

There is a poem to prove it.

Its writing is like a dragon swimming in a winding pool.

What is his spirit like? The moon shines on the cold river.

I should feel ashamed before Ximen, and truly ashamed before the high threshold.

New York is unparalleled, and American TV series Wushuang.

Who is it?

Such waves!

Medical Center.

Adam parked the car and walked over with an air of familiarity that made him seem like a close friend.

Everyone responded to Adam's slightly enthusiastic greeting with a sense of flattery.

Beep beep beep!

I had just walked over and hadn't even entered the gate when I heard the security gate sound an alarm.

The security guards immediately became tense and shouted at the mother and daughter.

"Don't get agitated, it's okay. My mother has a mental illness, and we're here for a medical checkup."

The woman, who was in her thirties, quickly raised her hand to explain to the security personnel.

Why do you bring guns when you come to see a doctor?

The security guard took the bag from the old woman, rummaged through it, and immediately found a pistol inside. "And three of them? Plus spare magazines?"

As soon as these guns and ammunition appeared, all the security personnel either put their hands on the guns at their waists or directly drew their guns and pointed them at the mother and daughter.

"Carrying a gun is my freedom."

The old woman complained, "The streets are unsafe now, no, they've always been unsafe. I carry a gun to protect myself."

"Madam, do you have a concealed firearms license?"

The security captain looked serious.

"What is that?"

The old lady said in surprise, "I've been carrying my Glock 17 with me for decades."

As he spoke, he reached for his waist.

"Lady, don't move!"

The security captain shouted.

"Captain Depp, tell the security guards to point their guns downwards, so they don't accidentally discharge them."

After observing for a while and not noticing any danger, Adam realized that the old woman was probably not the attacker. Fearing that the security guards might accidentally shoot the unsuspecting old woman in their nervousness, he quickly raised his voice to warn them.

"Point the gun downwards. Do not fire without my permission!"

The security captain glanced at Adam, and seeing Adam nod, he gave instructions to his subordinates.

Trusting Adam, the other security personnel relaxed considerably and obediently pointed their guns downwards.

Adam not only provided them with better equipment, but also ensured their safety.

Moreover, they had all heard of Adam's incredible premonitions of impending doom.

"Madam, relax."

Adam walked over, approaching as he reassured them, "This is a hospital, and I'm a doctor. You can talk to me about anything, but the firearms must be handed over to hospital security first. That's the rule, for everyone's safety."

"Hey! That's a great idea!"

The old lady looked at Adam in surprise. "If no one carries a gun, then even if there are fights, the damage won't be so great, and the streets will be much safer. This is truly a brilliant idea!"

Are you a doctor?

"Yes, I am Dr. Duncan."

Adam smiled and nodded.

"I don't think you should be a doctor."

The old lady said in a serious tone, "Since you can come up with such a good idea, you should become the President, so that we will all be safe."

"Mother!"

The old lady's daughter exclaimed, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"What's wrong?"

The old lady looked at her daughter with dissatisfaction. "Am I wrong? You keep saying that I have mental problems and some kind of paranoia."

But the streets are so dangerous, do you think you can just say that the United States is the safest place?

You haven't addressed the core issue at all. Look at this doctor, so young, yet he saw the essence of the matter at a glance!

And he's so handsome!

If he doesn't the President, who the President?

I remember that guy, he became the President just because he was handsome!

This handsome doctor is way more handsome than that other guy.

If he were to run for office, he would definitely win!

I'm the first to support him!

"Mother!"

The old lady's daughter complained, "Even if Dr. Duncan really becomes the President, it won't matter. It's not up to him to decide!"

"Alright, ma'am."

Adam was both amused and exasperated, and smiled, saying, "If I have the chance in the future, I will definitely go, but for now, let's deal with the situation at the hospital first. You're still carrying a gun, aren't you?"

"Certainly."

The old lady said matter-of-factly, "I already said it's not safe on the street, how could I not carry a gun?"

"Right."

Adam reassured him, "Now tell me where the gun is, and I'll take it down for you to prevent it from accidentally going off and hurting innocent people, okay?"

"It doesn't need to be so complicated..."

As the old lady spoke, she reached out to take it.

"Need!"

Adam raised his voice, stepped forward and took the old woman's hand, then reached into her waistband and took out the gun, skillfully removing the magazine and ejecting the bullet.

"Excellent, excellent!"

The old lady looked at Adam with admiration. "Your skill is truly excellent!"

"Thanks."

Adam chuckled, "Madam, don't tell me you have other guns?"

"It's gone."

The old lady waved her hand and said, "Four are basically enough. I have many more at home, but they are too heavy for me to carry. Next time you have the chance, come to my house and we can have a competition together."

"..."

Everyone was speechless.

Four are basically enough?

The Glock 17 has a magazine capacity of 17+1 rounds.

Four guns mean 72 rounds, and the old lady's large handbag also contained many magazines, totaling nearly 150 rounds of ammunition—enough to start a small war.

Are you some kind of superhero, always ready to take down a criminal organization single-handedly?

Adam handed the gun to the security personnel and then led the elderly woman and her daughter to the examination room.

The security inspection equipment he donated proved to be very useful.

Last time, an old lady also brought a gun in, which frightened some medical staff.

If this superhero grandma is only discovered after she's gone inside, then things will get really funny.

Do you have medical records?

Adam asked.

"Have."

The old lady's daughter immediately took out the medical records and handed them to Adam.

"I'm not sick!"

The old lady said with dissatisfaction, "They all say I have paranoid psychosis and severe delusions. They say they've all gone crazy from reading too much. Actually, I'm just a little cautious."

Have you ever heard a sound when no one is around?

Adam smiled.

"Of course not."

The old woman looked at Adam: "You also think I'm sick?"

"No, I was just doing a routine check."

Adam looked at her for a while and realized that she didn't seem to have a problem, but he couldn't rule out that her condition was serious, so he smiled and comforted her.

"Alright then."

The old lady was finally satisfied.

"Doctor, are you a psychiatrist?"

The old lady's daughter was dissatisfied.

"No."

Adam glanced at her. "I've already asked the nurse to notify the psychiatrist. I'm just asking routine questions now to make it easier for the psychiatrist to make a diagnosis later."

"Oh well."

The old lady's daughter frowned, looking rather reluctant.

"Madam, why do you think your mother has a mental illness?"

Adam turned to a new page in the medical record, turned to look at the old lady's daughter, and asked professionally.

"Because..."

The old lady's daughter started talking non-stop.

The old lady smiled without saying a word.

She found Dr. Duncan extremely interesting; only he could see that perhaps the problem wasn't with her, but with her daughter.

She liked this idea.

Adam, however, felt that the old lady might have a problem.

But the old lady's daughter probably has a problem too, otherwise why would she be so foolish as to believe that everything in the American TV Show World is really peaceful and that there is no need to take precautions?

He wanted to know whether the old lady's daughter was truly foolish or truly insane.

Isn't this a very interesting medical experiment?