American TV series Detective's Daily Life

"Dr. Chuck Wolfe."

Chuck glanced at little Leonard, stretched out his hand and shook Beverly's hand.

"I heard you crushed Sheldon?"

After Beverly let go of her hand, she went straight to the point: "Can you please come with me to the hospital to take a film? I want to see your brain."

"My brain doesn't like seeing outsiders."

Chuck refused outright.

Because of his physical illness since childhood, he often had brain CT scans and MRI scans for doctors to diagnose. He did not resist this behavior.

But that is no longer the case.

With the water of life provided by the system, his body and mind have changed.

It is conceivable that in the future, the scope of this change will become larger and larger as the water of life continues to be provided.

If people are still free to peek into his brain and take pictures, if one day someone gets the before-and-after pictures of his brain films, shocking conclusions will be drawn, which will arouse the prying eyes of interested people.

"It's a pity."

Beverly frowned: "A smart brain can make outstanding contributions to the scientific development of mankind. You shouldn't let him be lonely."

"He's not alone."

Chuck said something, nodded to Beverly and little Leonard, and walked towards a car.

In front of the car, an ordinary-looking middle-aged woman smiled at him: "Dr. Wolfe, you are back."

"Let's go, Helen."

Chuck got into the back seat and motioned to the secretary who came to pick him up to drive away.

"Beverly."

At this moment, little Sheldon also walked out, looked around, and when he saw Beverly, he immediately called out loudly.

"Sheldon."

Beverly pursed her lips slightly and greeted her.

Little Leonard curled his lips and could only follow.

"Thank you for coming to pick me up."

Little Sheldon thanked Beverly.

"You're welcome."

Beverly replied with a paralyzed face.

"How was your summer vacation?"

Little Sheldon asked again.

"We don't need to have these meaningless pleasantries, right?"

Beverly raised her glasses.

"Sorry, I spent too much time with my family these past two months, and I fell into this bad habit again."

Young Sheldon immediately apologized.

"Understand, this is a basic social custom. If you don't like it, you can only accept it."

Beverly nodded: "It's just that there's no need for this between us. How about we go to the hospital now? I'm very interested in the changes in your brain after you and your family have been together for two months."

"As long as it's not an MRI."

Little Sheldon said happily: "I don't want my brain to explode."

The magnetic field of the nuclear magnetic resonance can make the coins in his nose shoot out like bullets, the kind with unknown direction, which can easily hit his head.

"Of course, your brain will only explode because your wisdom imitates the Big Bang, but it cannot explode because of a mere coin."

Beverly said this, showing a sly smile and a very fake and perfunctory laugh: "Hahaha."

"Hahaha."

Little Sheldon showed this weird smile and weird laugh almost simultaneously.

The two of them walked outside while talking, leaving little Leonard, who was like a transparent person, standing there with a dark face and a cold heart, looking at their backs. After a while, he shouted: "Mom, I'm here!"

Only then did Beverly stop, look back, and frown: "Leonard, what are you still doing standing there? Come here!"

Although his tone was not very good, little Leonard finally saw that his biological mother had not forgotten him, and he trotted over with satisfaction.

"Help Sheldon carry his luggage!"

As soon as I arrived, I heard Beverly's instructions.

"What?"

Little Leonard was stunned.

"Sheldon is a guest, and it is social etiquette to help guests carry their luggage. You don't understand this?"

Beverly frowned.

Little Leonard didn't dare to get angry with his mother, but he really didn't want to help little Sheldon carry things, so he just looked at little Sheldon with hatred, hoping that he would realize himself.

"Actually, I don't consider myself a guest."

Little Sheldon ignored Little Leonard's gaze and said to himself: "But Beverly is right, this is social etiquette, please handle it with care."

After saying that, he left his small suitcase with little Leonard, gave some instructions, and continued to talk to Beverly about the things that seemed strange to outsiders but seemed endless after their reunion after a long separation.

"..."

Little Leonard looked with great sadness and anger at his mother and little Sheldon who turned around and left side by side again.

If there was such a thing as bullshit social etiquette, then he would rather be the guest.

After struggling in place for a long time, seeing that his biological mother Beverly had already walked to the front of the car, she was afraid that she would be forgotten here if she didn't leave. Little Leonard could only carry the small suitcase and trot out in frustration. He chased after her and arrived before Beverly drove. He struggled to put Little Sheldon's luggage into the trunk, picked up the asthma spray and sprayed a few puffs into his mouth that was panting from strenuous exercise. Then he saw Little Sheldon got into the passenger seat.

"Mother!"

"what happened again?"

Beverly was chatting happily with little Sheldon when she heard the sound of her son being in a bad mood again, and she immediately looked over impatiently.

"I'm carsick, I want to sit in the passenger seat!"

Little Leonard reminded with extreme grievance.

"Those under 12 years old and less than 1.4 meters tall cannot sit in the passenger seat."

Little Sheldon was sitting in the passenger seat with no intention of getting down.

He has long wanted to sit in the passenger seat, but when he was at home, his mother always only let him sit in the back seat because he was still a child.

Now that he is a college student, not a child, of course the passenger seat belongs to him.

"You heard me."

Beverly directly accepted this reason: "Sheldon is already over 1.4 meters tall, so he can sit. If you want to blame him, blame your dad. Who makes him not as strong and smart as Dr. Chuck Wolf?" Where are the people.”

"..."

Little Leonard looked at his size and was speechless again. Seeing that his own mother and even his own father used this example, although he was full of grievances, he could only sit in the back row.

He used to get car sick and always sat in the passenger seat.

While little Leonard stared at the back of little Sheldon's head and kept cursing in his heart, secretary Helen picked up Chuck and drove to Ping'an Town.

This is a small town in New Jersey with a small population and a peaceful life. It is the town where Chuck lives, and AC Consulting is registered here.

"Dr. Wolfe, the Millers have come here several times to ask when you will come back. Their financial situation is very bad and they need your help."

Secretary Helen stopped on a shopping street in the town, got out of the car and walked to the company office, reporting work to Chuck.

"Let them come."

Chuck carried his luggage and walked into the facade with 'AC Consulting Company' hanging on it. Hearing this, he gave an order and walked towards the back room.

This is a room of fifty or sixty square meters, divided into two rooms in the middle. The smaller one on the outside is the reception room of secretary Helen, and the inner one is Chuck's office.