American TV series Detective's Daily Life

"He really said that?"

Dr. House was scolded by Chuck in the distance, but his eyes brightened and his mouth smiled. He took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket and stuffed a few painkillers into his mouth.

He has an old injury on his leg and is in pain all the time. This is quite similar to Chuck, except that Chuck is born with it, while he has the sequelae caused by acquired injuries that were not treated in time.

"What do you think?"

Dr. Wilson in a white coat, as one of the connoted parties, rolled his eyes in shame.

"Too."

Dr. House finished taking the painkillers, nodded and said with a smile: "You can't make this up, it's really this guy's style."

"What do you say? Can we see patients now? Time is limited."

Dr. Wilson in the white coat really didn't want to continue this topic. Secondly, he was a kind-hearted doctor and was indeed worried about Professor Alicia Harper's condition.

"As I said before, let him beg me!"

Dr. House put away the medicine bottle, put down the crutch, and limped out.

"Do not be like that."

Dr. Wilson in a white coat quickly followed and continued to persuade: "Why leave all the fun to the coroner?"

"That makes sense."

Dr. House smiled and said: "In normal times, I might think about it, but the fun of autopsy is always there, and the fun of Chuck begging me is unique, so if you don't want to leave the joy of autopsy to the coroner, so quickly Please call him and let him beg me."

"You know he can't beg you!"

Dr. Wilson in the white coat was a little angry.

If Chuck was willing to ask Dr. House, he would have come a long time ago, and there would be no need for him to go to the trouble of saying he was his cousin and asking.

As long as Chuck is willing to speak, Dr. House will definitely take the case without saying a word and finalize this unique request without giving Chuck a chance to regret it.

But the word unique explains everything. Before uniqueness occurs, it is a state that has never happened in the past and will probably not happen now and in the future.

"Then you find a way to make him beg me."

Dr. House had a firm attitude and shrugged: "If he doesn't care, why should I care?"

"Because you're a doctor! And he's not!"

Dr. Wilson in a white coat said sternly: "You may not be willing to ask the other for help, but that is your own business. Don't hurt an innocent patient."

"The world is full of sick people, and birth, old age, illness and death are the normal course of life."

Dr. House continued to limp away, unmoved at all: "People are either getting sick or on the way to getting sick. I can't save everyone because God doesn't agree!

So what does it matter if there is one more and one less? When I encounter interesting things that I want to save, I will save them; when I encounter boring things that I don’t want to save, I won’t save them. This is also God’s will. "

“When did you believe in God?”

Dr. Wilson in the white coat didn't believe it at all.

"You know, when I'm working with those labor-intensive workers, I'm not just educating them about Days of Our Lives and Dr. Derek Lamoire, asking them if they'll give us a discount as a doctor."

Dr. House joked unceremoniously: "I still communicate with God sometimes. You know me. I do not believe in God, but I can't stop them from praying in front of me all the time.

Even if you don’t believe it like me, when you pray so frequently, there will always be a moment of opportunity to communicate directly with God~

It was at that moment of communication that God told me to do things according to my own heart and enjoy myself in time. Are you satisfied? "

"..."

Even though Dr. Wilson in the white coat knew who his friend was, he still couldn't bear to look at him in such a fresh and refined way.

"Please! Even if it's not for Chuck or yourself, you have three highly capable doctors and you leave them doing nothing all day long. Is this really okay?"

As a master in the medical field, Princeton Teaching Hospital not only set up a unique diagnostic department for him, but also gave him three places and recruited three extraordinary attending doctors as assistants to Dr. House to assist him in diagnosis and treatment. .

Because of Dr. House's absolute status in the industry, there were many applicants for this assistant position, and Dr. House selected three.

One is a neurosurgeon.

One is an emergency doctor and immunologist.

One is an intensive care unit doctor and a famous surgeon.

These three assistant doctors, because of Dr. House's eccentric personality, may not be the most capable of all the applicants, but they are still among the best in their respective fields.

The reason why they value this position is because they want to learn from the best in the industry in order to become an absolute master at the level of Dr. House. Therefore, even if they can find a good job with their status, they would still rather endure it. Sitting in Dr. House's office with nothing to do.

"I heard you are bored?"

Dr. House and Dr. House had already walked outside the large office of the diagnostic department. They used crutches to push open the glass door and winked at the two men and one woman sitting scatteredly in front of the big desk inside.

"without."

Dr. Keith, a handsome young white man, as a doctor in the intensive care unit, valued Dr. House's authority and subconsciously denied it.

Um.

This may also have something to do with the fact that he came in through the back door.

According to Dr. House, Dr. Keith's father kept harassing him, which was why he had to choose Dr. Keith.

The beautiful doctor Cameron, an emergency doctor and immunology expert, did not answer the call.

As for the African-American bald Dr. Forman, as a neurosurgeon, he always likes to talk back to his boss and show his ability and sense of struggle, so he responded and mocked: "Is it so obvious?"

"very good."

Dr. House smiled and said: "You follow me just to learn from me, so it is important to feel how I feel, and boredom is my normal state."

As he said that, he looked at his friend who had been following him, trying to convince him.

"You're bored."

At this time, a woman in rather hot clothes walked in with medical records and high heels, and said with a serious look: "You must take this case!"

Everyone looked at Dr. House.

This woman is Dr. Cady, the director of the hospital.

"If you only say the first half of the sentence, I will be very happy~"

Dr. House looked at the depth of the female director in an unceremonious manner, and said with a smile: "But when it comes to accepting cases, you should know that diagnosis depends on this, not this."

When he said this, he first pointed to his brain, and then pointed to the flaming red lips of the female dean.

"I don't have time to joke with you."

The female dean said with a straight face: "The patient, Professor Alicia Harper, is a very famous professor of physics at Princeton University, and her husband, Professor John Harper, is also a very famous professor of mathematics at Princeton University, not to mention they are both W. It was recommended by Dr. Wolf, which is a recognition of our hospital. Not only must you accept it, but you must not mess it up!”

As he spoke, he patted the medical record on Dr. House's chest: "I have arranged for the laboratory department to conduct an expedited comprehensive toxicology examination on Professor Alicia Harper. You can take advantage of this time to perform toxicology on her quickly. Her condition is not optimistic for other diagnoses besides the examination, and time is limited, so we can’t afford it!”

"Where is he now?"

Dr. House threw the chest case on the desk. He was not affected by the female director at all and looked at his friend Dr. Wilson.

"At this time, you only care about this?"

Dr. Wilson complained.

"Don't use that tone!"

Dr. House said venomously: "Otherwise, I will be misunderstood and ridiculed again."

"..."

Dr. Wilson was speechless, especially when he saw the knowing smile on the corner of the beautiful doctor Cameron's mouth, which made him even worse.

"Where is he?"

Dr. House walked to the dedicated ward of his diagnostic department on crutches.

"Chuck isn't here."

Dr. Wilson couldn't take it anymore: "If you really want to know, call him now!"

"That's fine."

When Dr. House saw his friend's expression, "If you have the ability, go directly to face Chuck. Bullying us is nothing." He stopped, took out his mobile phone, and dialed Chuck's number: "I heard you requested I?"

"Did you take too many drugs again?"

Chuck's calm voice came from the other end of the phone: "Sooner or later you're going to die on this."

"Are you really not ready to beg me?"

Dr. House glanced at everyone's gossipy eyes and held on to this: "I can tell you, your beautiful professor's situation is not optimistic. If I have no motivation and waste time, don't regret it. Anyway, for me It is said that the joy of treatment lies in solving puzzles, and the difference between solving them while alive and solving them after death is not that big."

"up to you."

Chuck said: "If you can, save him. If you can't, just hold him back. I don't care."

"Wow, he's so cold and handsome~"

Dr. House pretended to shout: "It's a pity that I'm not a nymphomaniac little girl. Provocation is of no use to me. I still say the same thing. I want you to go all out. You just need to beg me."

"I have something to do now, so I'll hang up now."

Chuck said bluntly: "Since you are not sure of saving her, let me start studying medicine while I am doing things. There should be enough time, that's it!"

With that said, he hung up the phone directly.

"..."

Dr. House twitched the corner of his mouth and listened to the blind tone on the phone. He put away the phone and shrugged at the gossiping eyes: "Listen to how arrogant he is. If I can't save her, he is going to start studying medicine from scratch. And in such a short period of time, I achieved success in my studies and did things that I couldn’t do after studying and practicing medicine for decades, and I said I had enough time!”

"How cool."

The beautiful doctor Cameron couldn't help but said.

"Forman, prepare for the MRI."

Dr. House glanced at the beautiful doctor Cameron and gave instructions to the African-American bald Dr. Forman.

"Do you suspect a brain disease?"

As a neurosurgeon, the African-American bald Forman had already begun to look at Professor Alicia Harper's medical records. He immediately entered a professional state and began his own analysis.

"No!"

Dr. House interrupted: "I asked you to prepare the MRI for Cameron. It's obvious that she needs to be examined."

Speaking of this, he pretended to avoid Cameron and said quietly to everyone: "There is something wrong with her brain."

"I'm OK."

Cameron, the beautiful doctor who was at the scene, said helplessly.

"You actually believe that Chuck can surpass my level in such a short period of time, and you still say it's cool. Isn't there something wrong with your brain?"

Dr. House scoffed.

"There are always incredible talents in this world."

The beautiful doctor Cameron smiled calmly and said: "You are, and Dr. Chuck Wolf is even more so! You often say that medical diagnosis is the detective, and Dr. Chuck Wolf is the famous detective Chuck!

Although there is a big difference between medicine and crime investigation. Medicine requires more knowledge and experience, but I have learned that Dr. Chuck Wolf has the ability to remember photographs, coupled with a super IQ, if Who can create this almost impossible medical miracle, then I believe he is definitely the most likely. "

"It seems you have a problem not with your brain, but with your aesthetics."

Dr. House nodded and said: "Listen to what you said, you didn't use your brain at all, but your restless hormones were affecting your judgment. You actually think Chuck is handsome and cool."

"He is very handsome and cool, otherwise not so many people would like him."

The beautiful doctor Cameron did not deny it and said with a smile.

"None of you really think that his paralyzed face is attractive. Others like his fame, but you are different. The reason why you are attracted to him is simpler. He is disabled."

Dr. House looked at her deeply.

The expression of the beautiful doctor Cameron, who had always been calm and calm, changed.

"Why does Cameron think Chuck is handsome and cool because he is disabled? Does it mean that Cameron likes the beauty of being disabled? Then why doesn't Cameron like you? You are much more disabled than Chuck!"

My friend Dr. Wilson is a real warm man. He almost instinctively chose to poke the tire directly to rescue the beauty: "Stop talking nonsense, will you diagnose and treat Professor Alicia Harper? If you really can't do it, then... Leave it to Chuck, we just might be able to witness a medical miracle."

Dr. House glanced at everyone, and then said venomously to his friend Dr. Wilson: "You want to see it? I won't let you see it! This will save some people from misunderstanding our relationship~"

"..."

The corner of Dr. Wilson's mouth twitched, but then he looked at Dr. House's back and raised the corner of his mouth. As soon as Chuck made a move, his friend knew clearly that he was either a dick or a dick.

there.

Chuck hung up the phone and continued to disappear into the darkness. When a pair of beauties walked in while talking, he raised his decorative glasses.

"What's going on with him?"

A familiar voice sounded.

"The target person was transferred to the hospital."

Another female voice answered respectfully: "I transferred to Princeton Teaching Hospital. Dr. House there is very famous in the field of diagnosis and is best at diagnosing and treating difficult and complicated diseases."

"It seems he still cares after all."

The familiar voice had a hint of smile.

puff!

A gunshot with a silencer rang out in the room, and Chuck walked out of the darkness, glanced at the woman who fell to the ground dead after being shot in the middle of her eyebrow, and said expressionlessly to the oil painting beauty who looked over, "Really? "