American TV series Detective's Daily Life

"No!"

Little Sheldon denied: "Will you help me see a doctor?"

"Don't get excited."

Dr. House raised his hands to show that he meant no harm: "You are so irritable at such a young age, no wonder you have a gastric ulcer. I will have someone check your biochemical signs right now."

"..."

Little Sheldon looked at Chuck depressedly.

He completely understood why the big devil Chuck brought him here for medical treatment.

"You are welcome."

Chuck met Little Sheldon's eyes, watched the double yin and yang points increase in the system, and accepted the 'eye thanks' seriously.

This is a win-win-win-win, win!

"Little genius, I can see that you have a lot of ideas. You speculate that you have a gastric ulcer. Have you ever thought about the cause?"

Dr. House couldn't help teasing him: "Of course, except for the pressure of knowing this guy."

"It should be the bottle of weird-smelling soda I drank."

Little Sheldon didn't dare to say it was related to the Big Devil, so he had already thought of another answer to this question.

"Weird-smelling soda?"

Dr. House looked at little Sheldon with interest.

"right!"

Young Sheldon said depressedly: "Because the financial crisis at home has also affected me, I can only choose cheaper local soda."

"You chose local soda because the gimmick of local soda is that it has no additives, is healthier, and has a taste that suits you."

Chuck exposes Young Sheldon's lies.

"What you said is just one of the reasons."

Little Sheldon immediately knew that this was a secret leaked by Little Leonard, but he was unwilling to give in and retorted: "The economic crisis at home did have a certain impact, although it was only 1%, but it affected my decision. "

"You think there's something wrong with soda?"

Dr. House smiled.

"It's not that I have a problem with soda."

Little Sheldon raised his chin: "And I'm sure there's something wrong with the soda, trust my sense of taste!"

Dr. House's beautiful doctor Cameron came over to help little Sheldon draw blood for testing. Hearing this, he couldn't help but interjected: "Your sense of taste can sometimes be deceiving, and you are still young and your sense of taste is still there. Constantly changing…”

"Maybe that's true for most people, but I'm Sheldon Cooper! No one can fool me, including my own taste!"

Little Sheldon said proudly: "If you don't believe me, ask Happy Stove Bakery (this bakery changed the recipe and he tasted it, which almost caused the whole family to be deported, although he remembered the lesson not to talk about politics. , but because of this, I believe more and more that my sense of taste has not deceived myself), I am the master of my body (I control my own body)..."

At this point, I caught a glimpse of Chuck's look over me, and recalled the past experience of wanting to be the owner of my bladder, but being defeated by Chuck's words and looks. I choked right there, and my pride turned into depression again.

"Even if there is something wrong with soda, I can see from your appearance that you are very scientific... You won't get gastric ulcers if you drink so little."

The beautiful doctor Cameron said funnyly.

"Of course I understand science. It's not a scientific attitude to say it's not a problem without doing a test first. Are you sure you are a doctor?"

Little Sheldon looked at her questioningly.

"...I'll bring the certificate to you later."

The beautiful doctor Cameron complained, took Little Sheldon's blood sample and left.

"I am waiting."

Little Sheldon took it seriously and shouted at her back.

"Your recovery is good."

Dr. House focused his attention on Professor Alicia Harper and took a deep look at her.

He had undergone brain drilling surgery at the beginning, which was almost irreversible. Even at the critical moment, Chuck made the decision to directly use medication without further craniotomy to confirm, but it stands to reason that there would be considerable side effects.

At the very least, it will take a long time to recover completely.

But looking at Professor Alicia Harper's condition now, he was surprised that it had only been so long and there were no sequelae at all.

"Thank you very much, Dr. House."

Professor Alicia Harper thanks again.

"No need to thank you."

Dr. House looked at Chuck with a playful smile on his lips: "You should thank someone more, and someone will probably like your thanks very much~"

Professor Alicia Harper smiled, pulled little Sheldon, who was holding his stomach, aside, and did not get involved in the bickering between Dr. House and Chuck.

"Am i right?"

Dr. House asked: "Isn't it nice to be thanked by someone else's wife?"

"You have to ask your ex-wife's current husband."

Chuck said calmly: "Because although you have a say now, it is obvious that you have no sense of agency."

"..."

Dr. House's mouth twitched, and then he smiled: "It seems that you are also paying attention to me~"

When he injured his leg, his ex-wife did not make the final decision based on his medical judgment. Feeling that he was being stabbed in the back by the person he loved most, he chose to alienate his ex-wife. Then his wife became his ex-wife. During that time, he met her current husband. .

Chuck apparently had sex with his ex-wife's current husband when they were about to leave.

The second half of the sentence is about the ex-wife's current husband who recently suffered from a difficult disease. The ex-wife came to him to treat her love rival. The two rekindled their old relationship, which made the ex-wife's husband cheat.

Chuck's connotation is that he should be able to understand Huang Mao's happiness best, but because he has always been in love with his ex-wife, this happiness has been reduced to the limit. Psychologically, he can't let go. He has always felt more like Huang Mao than being Huang Mao. a feeling of.

"Maybe we should have a foursome date and compare notes. It would be really fun."

"Dr. Wilson available?"

Chuck asked seriously.

"Ha, ha, very funny."

Dr. House smiled disapprovingly when he saw Chuck connoting his relationship with his good friend Dr. Wilson.

"Speaking of Wilson, he is secretly in love with a married woman and a former nun. Call him and we can have a date with six people. It should be more interesting."

As he spoke, he motioned for Chuck to look into the distance.

I saw Dr. House's good friend, the warm-hearted doctor Wilson, wearing a white coat and walking over with a beautiful woman talking.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

Dr. House and Chuck looked side by side: "Weak and crazy, in need of care and guidance, this is the type that Wilson can't resist."

At this time, Dr. Wilson had already walked over with the beautiful woman. He looked up and saw the two of them standing there looking at each other, making introductions to both parties with some embarrassment.

"House, Chuck, let me introduce you, this is Mia, Mia, this is Dr. House, Dr. Chuck Wolfe."

"Hello."

A smile appeared on Mia's pure face, and then she said goodbye to Dr. Wilson: "Dr. Wilson, it's time for me to go."

"I'll take you out."

Dr. Wilson wanted to send it again.

"No."

Mia shook her head, waved to everyone, then turned and left.

"You've gone too far!"

After Dr. House watched Mia leave, he immediately accused his good friend.

"What happened to me?"

Dr. Wilson said helplessly.

"Remember that mean lady who came to review her plastic surgery?"

Dr. House pretended to be angry and said: "At that time, I stabilized her immediately and asked you to come over and watch her together. But now that such a good thing has happened, you don't call me. You said you can't live too much!"

"I didn't let you call me that time!"

Dr. Wilson glanced at Chuck awkwardly and rebutted his good friend's complaint: "Mia is not the vicious wife..."

"If she grows up like her, even if she only has tumors, I would still be willing to take a look."

Dr. House said venomously.

"House!"

Dr. Wilson was angry: "Please respect her! Mia has a serious heart disease..."

"What? Are you emotional?"

Dr. House interrupted directly and continued to speak venomously: "Do you want to have an ex-wife and a best friend?"

Having said this, regardless of the bad face, his good friend raised his chin towards Chuck: "Facial paralysis, tell me, are you interested in her being like this?"

"have."

Chuck said bluntly: "But I won't take any action."

"Oh, I know, you have mysophobia."

Dr. House mocked: "It makes it seem like I am the only one who has done something terrible. In fact, we are all the same. We are all just men."

At this point, he pointed at Chuck: "You are about to get Mrs. Harper."

Then he pointed at his good friend Dr. Wilson: "And you, a famous oncologist, what kind of disease do you treat a heart patient? What kind of care do you have, do you still need me to tell you?"

Dr. Wilson was speechless.

Because it's the truth.

Mia didn't come to see him as an oncologist at all, but he knew Mia was coming and took the initiative to provide various conveniences and help.

This is not the first time.

He saw this as a favor to his friends.

But everyone knows the real reason.

"No, that's not what I'm talking about."

Chuck shook his head: "The number one reason why I won't take any action is that she has a serious heart disease and I don't want to kill anyone."

"..."

Dr. House and Dr. Wilson were stunned.

Dr. Wilson was speechless.

And Dr. House immediately came over with a venomous tongue: "I know, it turns out you are the three-legged Monkey King~"

Chuck looked calm and did not deny it.

"You are so confident (shameless)."

Seeing that Chuck was so frank, Dr. House complained from the bottom of his heart: "I really hope that one day when you go to investigate a case and a criminal breaks one of your legs, let me see if you are lame in one leg and have no impact at all. "

"Can we please stop talking about Mia?"

Dr. Wilson didn't like to talk about Mia, who was so pure and touching, in this tone. He smiled bitterly and said, "It's a little disrespectful to use this tone especially."

"It's not you who should say this, but her husband!"

Dr. House glanced at his good friend and said venomously.

"Her husband is missing."

Dr. Wilson sighed.

"Congratulations, you can replace it directly."

Dr. House said venomously.

"House!"

Dr. Wilson glared at his good friend, then looked at Chuck: "By the way, I forgot just now, can you help Mia find out where her husband is?

Because it had not been 24 hours, she could not report the crime. She was so worried that she almost had a heart attack, so she came for a check-up. "

"Are you sure you want to help her find her husband?"

Dr. House couldn't stop his venomous tongue.

Dr. Wilson was too lazy to pay attention to him, and just looked at Chuck expectantly.

“It takes the person involved to seek help.”

Chuck was noncommittal.

"Mia hasn't gone far yet, so I called her back immediately."

Dr. Wilson was so happy that he ran out of the hospital.

Dr. House looked at this scene with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

"It's uncomfortable, isn't it?"

Chuck stood directly side by side with him, watching Dr. Wilson disappear into the distance, and said expressionlessly.

"There are some things you should say. If you don't say them, he will never know how much it hurts you, or he will never pretend not to know."

"..."

When Dr. House saw Chuck connoting his relationship with his gay friend, he twitched the corner of his mouth and complained: "We are not filming a corrupt Chinese drama."

"Yeah?"

Chuck said bluntly: "That's a pity, but I believe that one day in the future I will call you Greg Wilson!"

Dr. House had only one expression on his face. He put down his crutches and extended his two middle fingers, indicating in advance his internationally friendly attitude towards Chuck when he called him that in the future.

After a while, Dr. Wilson came back disappointed and explained to the two of them: "Mia has left."

"So soon? It seems like she can't wait to leave."

Dr. House touched his chin and said pretentiously: "Hmm, I'm curious about why this is?

It can't be to avoid you introducing him to a facially paralyzed detective to help her investigate her husband, right?

Or do you just want to avoid a sweet man who keeps pestering you? "

"I'll call her later."

Dr. Wilson said to Chuck, "She's driving and it's not safe to answer the phone."

"It's so warm."

Dr. House mocked: "But I advise you not to introduce facial palsy Chuck to her. Missing him now is a warning from fate. Otherwise, no matter whether her husband can be found back or not, she will have nothing to do with you."

As he spoke, he winked and motioned for Dr. Wilson to look at Professor Alicia Harper who was taking care of little Sheldon over there.

Dr. Wilson also hesitated for a moment, but when he caught a glimpse of his good friend Dr. House's joking eyes, he suppressed the hesitation and said with a smile: "Don't be so narrow-minded, okay? I believe in Chuck."

Then he looked at Chuck: "Chuck?"

"Personal request for help from the person involved."

Chuck reminded.

"ok."

Dr. Wilson nodded and counted the time, preparing to tell Mia the good news as soon as she arrived home safely.

"The biochemical signs report is out."

The beautiful doctor Cameron came over with a report.

"How about it?"

Little Sheldon also saw it and came over immediately.

"You're fine."

The beautiful doctor Cameron smiled.

"Where is your medical certificate?"

Little Sheldon looked at her suspiciously.

"..."

The beautiful doctor Cameron was speechless.

She thought she was just joking, but she didn't expect to come here with her certificate.

"you are wrong."

Dr. House took the report and looked at it, his eyes lit up.

“We can’t tell yet!”

Little Sheldon said unconvinced.

"I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about her!"

Dr. House's eyes were strange and playful. As he spoke, he limped away on crutches.

"I knew I was right!"

Little Sheldon held his head up proudly, and then shouted to Dr. House who was leaving: "Where are you going? You haven't told them why I'm right!"

"To the morgue."

Dr. House stopped and turned around, giving Little Sheldon a very teasing look.

"..."

Little Sheldon discovered to his horror that he no longer seemed to be the owner of his bladder.