The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 342 Detective Chuck Do I Look Like I'm Asking?

"Really not!"

Lisa, a big girl from Texas, was surprised: "Is he really selling calves?"

"of course not!"

Dr. Wilson quickly explained: "House just wants to stock up as a precaution."

"He's in the hospital, and the pharmacy is also in the hospital. Why do you want to stock up so much?"

Lisa, a big Texas girl, wondered.

"This is House."

Dr. Wilson smiled wryly: "He has back-up stock, back-up back-up stock, back-up back-up stock..."

"Well, he really is a poisonous bug."

Lisa, a big girl from Texas, shrugged her shoulders and said with a smile: "And she's a senior drug addict, otherwise she wouldn't be so afraid of the painkillers being out of stock."

"...Anyway, after Detective Tritter searched House's home, he wiped out his inventory, which was full of my prescriptions."

Doctor Wilson said helplessly: "At least that's what I said when Detective Tritter asked me."

"The fact is that Dr. House imitated your handwriting and prescribed many more drugs."

Professor Alicia Harper's eyes were fixed: "Then you were discovered by Detective Tritter, and now you made a false statement, and then you were targeted by him."

"what can I do?"

Dr. Wilson said painfully: "I can't help to testify against House. In that case, he will not only have his doctor's license revoked, but also go to jail."

"Weakness and ignorance are never obstacles to survival, arrogance is!"

Chuck said frankly: "House imitated your handwriting, but he didn't imitate it seriously, which shows how arrogant he is usually, and there are still many opportunities for Detective Mike Treat."

"Now you are like this, what does Dr. House say?"

Professor Alicia Harper asked curiously.

"he?"

When Dr. Wilson heard this, he directly lowered his head. If he was a little more emotional, he might have burst into tears: "He didn't respond at all."

"No way?"

Lisa, a big girl from Texas, frowned and said, "You did this for him, and he didn't respond at all."

"Actually nothing."

Doctor Wilson forced a smile: "I'm used to it. His shoulder pain for no reason is just guilt. If it were normal, I would admit it. After all, he is not good at expressing emotions, and his side performance is more moving, but this time he……"

Having said this, he sighed deeply.

"What did he do to scare you?"

Lisa, a big Texas girl, gossips.

"I raised 1 cash to get him out on bail."

Dr. Wilson said with confused eyes: "I will introduce him to the best criminal lawyer in Princeton, let him communicate with the lawyer, and resolve the matter as soon as possible.

But he didn't listen at all.

After his home was raided and all the Vicodin was taken away, he came to me for a prescription.

Then Detective Mike Treat came to me with House forging my prescription and asked me to explain why it had a different font on it.

I recognized my typeface that House copied.

The flying font was as clear as his face.

But what can I say?
I could only reconfirm that it was my prescription under the piercing gaze of Detective Mike Treat.

I thought this was going to end with me perjurying House, after all everyone has a different pain threshold, so doctors prescribe different amounts of painkillers for each patient.

As long as we insist that House needs so many painkillers, it can actually be said.

But Detective Mike Treat doesn't stop there.

He directly towed my car away on the grounds of alleged calf trafficking, and froze my bank account, leaving me with no money to use.

I asked a criminal lawyer and the advice I got was to work with Detective Mike Treat, otherwise the police could freeze my bank account until I was willing to cooperate.

Detective Mike Treat told me to my face it was the art of pressure!
There is no way, I can only control my expenses, eat the cheapest food, and wait for the bus to go to and from get off work every day.

I can live with that!
Because it's a crime I can live with compared to having House go to jail for ten years.

But soon something happened that I couldn't stand at all.

The police still directly suspended my prescription rights on the grounds of suspected calf trafficking.

You know, many cancer patients are waiting for me to prescribe medicine, and I can't wait for half a day. At that moment, I can only go to House and ask him to apologize to Detective Mike Treat.

But I just asked House to come out and talk alone, but he didn't want to. He just yelled at me and cut off my request, as if the case he was taking over was the top priority.

Even if I repeatedly emphasized my plight, he still didn't even look at me!
no way.

I had no choice but to go to Dr. Cameron and ask her to prescribe it according to my diagnosis.

But she was rejected.

Because her name should be written on the prescription, which is her responsibility!
Even if she believed me, she dared not agree.

I was outraged at first, but then understood her.

Because she was right, Detective Mike Treat put such extreme pressure on me just to see me collapse and cooperate, so how could he not investigate the fact that I used her to prescribe medicine.

She promised me that I would be probed by Mike Treat.

Just when I was about to go, Cameron being Cameron after all, the kindest doctor, she promised to help me, but in a different way.

We go to the clinic together, I come to see my patients, and she sits in the corner judging my diagnosis and making sure her prescriptions are all right.

But it was at this time that the most painful thing happened to me. My cancer patient complained to me. After I comforted her, she became emotional and directly asked who Cameron was.

I want to gloss over that this is a teaching hospital.

But when she asked Cameron if he was a medical student, Cameron didn't dare to lie, he could only explain that he was a doctor, and then the patients began to ask Cameron's judgment and questioned whether there was something wrong with my prescribed medicine.

That's right!

She no longer trusts me!

That feeling is completely indescribable.

I am a doctor and my patients should trust me!
I couldn't bear it anymore, so I went to House and vented all of this, but it was of no use, because he was too proud, too proud to allow anyone to bow his head.

He said he would never feel guilty for what Detective Mike Treat had done to him, the innocence involved.

After get off work that day, I sat blankly at the bus stop sign alone, watching House in the cold wind riding the motorcycle I bailed out for him, and parked in front of me.

We looked at each other, and House didn't say anything, just rode away.

I was..."

Speaking of this, he couldn't continue. It wasn't that he was so emotional that he completely lost his composure, but that the big Texas girl Lisa and Professor Alicia Harper looked at him more and more weirdly.

"what happened?"

Doctor Wilson looked down at himself in bewilderment.

"Doesn't this plot sound familiar to you?"

Lisa, a big girl from Texas, has weird eyes: "One party is trying its best to help the other party, but the other party just refuses to admit that he has hurt the other party because of his arrogance. To abuse each other with the enemy, it's a bloody sadomasochism!"

"..."

The corner of Dr. Wilson's mouth twitched, speechless: "It's not what you think..."

"You are having an affair with House, and House wants to verify whether it is true love."

Chuck: "They're right, but human hearts and true love can't stand the constant test. The last one who wanted to test like this almost destroyed the world."

"what?"

Dr. Wilson became more and more embarrassing, and most of the previous infinite sadness and sadness seemed to have dissipated.

"Chuck, help House!"

Dr. Wilson met the playful smiles of the two beauties, and could only talk about business: "I am very worried about him! Because he is a man who refuses to give in, and the same goes for Detective Mike Treat."

Speaking of this, he said with a heavy face: "He came to me just now and asked me to testify against House. When I refused again, he repeatedly stated that it was all my prescription and he was not lying at all.

He said something that terrified me. "

"What?"

Lisa, a big girl from Texas, and Professor Alicia Harper looked at him curiously.

"Everyone is lying!"

Facing Dr. Wilson's probing gaze, Chuck said it calmly.

"Correct!"

Dr. Wilson said in shock: "That's it! This is clearly a classic saying of House, but it was suddenly said from the mouth of Detective Mike Tritt. I don't know why I was both shocked and took it for granted."

"That's what detectives say."

Chuck said blankly, "Remember the pair of detectives and military doctors I told you about in London?"

"You don't want to say that House and I are both pirated copies."

Dr. Wilson smiled wryly: "If I have the chance, I really want to see what this genuine combination of detective and military doctor looks like."

"There is a chance."

Chuck nodded.

"Ok."

Dr. Wilson nodded with complicated eyes: "Speaking of business, Chuck, can you help House?"

"How do you want me to help?"

Chuck didn't answer the question.

"Go talk to Detective Mike Treat..."

Dr. Wilson blurted out, then choked on Chuck's gaze.

After this Detective Mike Treat uttered the classic saying of Dr. House that 'everyone will lie', he knew that Detective Mike Treat might be the police-like Doctor House.

It has been more than a week since the incident happened, and Dr. Kadi, the female dean who loves House in her heart, has actually found a relationship to clear it up.

But obviously, it didn't work.

The two have the same personality, and neither of them is willing to give in, no matter how much external pressure there is.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glanced at Professor Alicia Harper, thinking that House saved her last time, and Chuck said he owed House a big favor.

But he had serious doubts about House's willingness to speak to Chuck.

"Chuck, you help him."

Professor Alicia Harper noticed Dr. Wilson's gaze and knew why he came to her home. Although she disagreed with Dr. House's behavior, she was still very grateful for the life-saving grace before.

"I'm going to talk to this Detective Mike Treat."

Chuck said: "I will let him cancel the extreme pressure on you, but if House refuses to give in and apologize, and use the favor I owed him last time, I can't convince myself to stand up for his mess.

Because until now, I still don't think Detective Mike Treat did anything wrong, and I'm even happy to let him send Dr. House to prison to rehabilitate the calf. "

"Once in prison, House's life was ruined."

Doctor Wilson said anxiously.

"Are you sure?"

Chuck said calmly: "My experience tells me that everyone will compromise, especially smart people. The smarter IQ is, the more flexible the bottom line will be. House is not stupid!"

"How are you going to deal with it?"

Professor Alicia Harper was concerned.

"Send House to a rehab center for six months!"

Chuck said his plan.

"Six months, it's impossible for House to agree..."

Dr. Wilson became worried when he heard this.

"Does it look like I'm asking for his opinion?"

Chuck said straightforwardly.

Dr. House treats patients with a vicious tongue and can always force others to compromise with him. Chuck is not used to him.

Taking drugs and driving dangerously!

This is a red line.

In Chuck's opinion, little Sheldon is more acceptable to others than House.

And what Little Sheldon looks like now is precisely the best example of House in Chuck's eyes.

"Ok."

Dr. Wilson was speechless.

After Chuck ate, he drove Dr. Wilson away from the home of Professor Alicia Harper.

"where are we going?"

asked Dr. Wilson.

"Go to Detective Mike Treat."

Chuck drove to the entrance of a club familiarly.

"it's here?"

Dr. Wilson hesitated as he looked at the brightly lit sign.

"Besides here, where else?"

Chuck said bluntly: "You have said that he is simply the police version of House. Since House took his temperature, he reacted relatively strongly. It is obvious that he is male and prefers women. At least until he finds the copy of you, Is such that.

He was chasing House so hard, it could be seen that he also had no normal family life, otherwise he wouldn't be so boring.

Also, he went to see House to see a doctor, which was an unclean disease.

So you should know where he is most likely to appear. "

"In the club!"

Dr. Wilson was convinced.

"Follow me!"

Chuck glanced at the uncomfortable Dr. Wilson, raised his legs and walked inside. When he met some warm invitations, he looked at him coldly and refused to be thousands of miles away.

"there!"

Glancing over, he reminded Dr. Wilson to look over, and saw a slightly lonely figure sitting there, drinking while watching the dancers on stage.

But he quickly looked over vigilantly, smiled at Chuck and the two, and after the two walked in, he taunted: "The little one came, and the big one came! Dr. Wolf, I thought you Approve my actions?"

"I recognized!"

Chuck nodded.

"Then what are you doing here now?"

The gray-headed detective Mike Treat glanced at Dr. Wilson: "Don't tell me, you're here to praise me for a good job!"

"You really did a good job!"

Chuck said bluntly: "But you have gone too far with the extreme pressure on Dr. Wilson."

"Don't tell me you think he's innocent?"

Detective Mike Treat sneered.

"Don't tell me that all the cases you handled were handled fairly?"

Chuck said with a blank expression: "Speaking of which, this matter is that House humiliated you first, and then you chose to retaliate. There is no problem with this. I have always stood by your side, but if you insist on fairness Just legally, you can insult yourself, but please don't insult my IQ."

Speaking of this, he looked at Detective Mike Treat who took out the nicotine gum from his pocket again: "At least House is right in this regard, you are just like him, a poisonous bug!"

Detective Mike Treat looked at the chewing gum in his hand before he had time to throw it into his mouth, and fell silent.

(End of this chapter)