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After being surprised, Cameron was the first to come to his senses and said in disbelief, "I'll tell House."

Ding Ze smiled proudly, "I still have something to do, so I'm leaving now. If you encounter any difficult patients, please feel free to call me."

After saying these words, Ding Ze walked straight away and left the hospital.

After hearing what Cameron said, House was also shocked and rushed to the ward.

The three Camerons are taking samples for testing based on Ding Ze's condition.

House stared blankly at the patient on the bed, his face a little dark, unable to understand what was happening;

That Anderson said it was a coincidence once, but if he hit it twice, it was definitely not a coincidence!

So, Anderson is actually a very good doctor.

This is not right either.

America is so big.

If House had not met all the famous doctors, he at least knew their names.

That Anderson is definitely not one of them...

So is this hell?
House couldn't understand it and hated this incomprehensible situation. So, after thinking for a while, he left the ward without hesitation and went straight to the laboratory.

House wanted to know the result as soon as possible and wanted to know if Ding Ze was right.

Time flies by.

Ding Ze was right.

The patient did have the disease Ding Ze mentioned.

Faced with this result, both House and Cameron were completely dumbfounded.

Not long after.

Again, the hospital is such a big place, and not many things can really be hidden. Cady was naturally shocked when he received the news, 'Anderson is so powerful? Can you tell what a patient's problem is just by looking at the medical record? '

For a time, Will Anderson, also known as Dingze, inevitably cast a very mysterious veil in the hearts of Cady, House, and Wilson.

******
Will Anderson, also known as Ding Ze, had just arrived at the entrance of the Continental Hotel in New York by car.

After getting out of the car, Ding Ze raised his head slightly and glanced at the hotel, feeling a little nostalgic.

The last time I came here, even though it wasn’t actually that long ago, it felt like a really long time had passed.

He smiled and looked twice.

Ding Ze withdrew his gaze and walked in.

He didn't plan to stay here, so he walked straight to the underground restaurant... It happened to be almost dinner time, and he came to have dinner.

After paying a gold coin, Ding Ze went downstairs and walked into the restaurant. At the same time, he slowly looked around.

It was meal time and there were many people in the restaurant.

Ding Ze saw Winston.

Winston was sitting alone in the corner, reading the newspaper leisurely.

Ding Ze smiled, walked over and sat across from Winston.

Seeing someone sitting down, Winston frowned slightly, put down the newspaper, and quickly looked at Ding Ze.

Because Ding Ze was wearing a mask, Winston didn't notice it. He was sure he didn't recognize him, so he took the initiative and said, "Is there anything I can do to help you? Mr....."

"I have many names. I have been using Will Anderson for the past two days. You can also call me Mr. Ding," Ding Ze replied with a smile. The words came out.

Winston was immediately shocked and realized who the person in front of him was.

After all, Mr. Ding, besides, appearing here so calmly and calmly...

Winston blinked and said, "Mr. Ding, welcome to the New York Continental Hotel again. Are you here for business?"

Ding Ze shook his head, "I happened to be in New York for a bit of business, so come over for dinner."

"So that's it." To be honest, Winston was reluctant to provoke Ding Ze. After all, although the high-level organization is very powerful, it is ultimately powerful in the underground world, and now Ding Ze owns Mexico. .

After replying, Winston immediately raised his hand and called the waiter over without any ink.

The waiter moved quickly and was next to Winston and Dingze in an instant.

"Mr. Ding, I recommend the steak, it tastes really good," Winston said with a smile.

Ding Ze reached out and took the menu from the waiter, "Then one steak, one..."

After ordering a few random things, Ding Ze handed back the menu and looked at Winston. "Can I ask you something?"

"Mr. Ding, just say it," Winston said politely.

"Mr. Wick, what have you been busy with recently?" Ding Ze asked curiously.

"Mr. Ding knows Mr. Wick?" Winston asked, also a little surprised.

"I don't think I know him," Ding Zeru replied, "I just hear him often and I admire him a lot."

Winston didn't believe it, but naturally it was difficult to expose it, so he didn't ask and replied, "As far as I know, Mr. Wick went to Rome to perform a mission because of a mark he left in the past."

Ding Ze smiled, "That's right. It seems that Mr. Antonio is not far from death."

"????" Winston frowned slightly, surprised that Ding Ze knew, "Probably so."

"Then, the Gaotai organization will remove Mr. Wick, and all the killers of the Gaotai organization will hunt down Mr. Wick. I will have to take Mr. Wick to Miami, and then kill all the killers who dare to enter Miami," Ding Ze took out his cigarettes, lit one, and spoke calmly.

"..." Winston was shocked again, his thoughts racing.

What the hell does this mean?
Is Ding Ze going to war with the Gaotai organization?
Damn it, didn’t you say you were here for dinner?
After being shocked for a while, Winston finally spoke up, "Fighting against the high-level organization is not a smart thing."

Ding Ze blew out a puff of smoke and smiled brightly, "The word confrontation means that I am weaker than the high-level organization. Winston, I will make you very surprised."

Winston heard this and realized that he had said the wrong thing, so he apologized decisively, "Sorry, I used the wrong word. So, Mr. Ding, are you serious?"

"Of course, I have always been very serious," Ding Ze took a puff of cigarette. "The Gaotai Organization is a very interesting organization and it suits my taste. And, as a person like me, when I encounter something I like, I will want it. "

After hearing this, Winston finally understood what Ding Ze wanted to do.

Not to eliminate the high-level organization, but to replace it.

Then this is even more closely related to myself.

"Mr. Ding, are you reminding me?" Winston asked, rolling his eyes.

Ding Ze grinned, "It's understandable, Winston, you have been in New York for so many years and you are already counterfeiting gold coins. More importantly, you think New York belongs to you."

"In that case, why not cooperate with me."

hum.

Winston was completely shocked.

Are you aware of all the counterfeit gold coins?

Damn it!
This is a fatal thing!
"Mr. Ding, you are really good at joking. I did not forge gold coins," Winston panicked and quickly denied. (End of chapter)