The legendary Bruen Fitzgerald studied for a bachelor's degree in mechanical engineering at Harvard. No one would doubt how familiar this guy who looked like he had just come out of a car repair shop could be. But Bruen himself hid his real goal in his heart. Mechanical engineering would definitely not be his focus - he would always have only one focus, becoming a doctor.

Riding on Harley can allow you to experience the experience of a small part of Uncle Rom. But if you want to understand the "noble person" mentioned by Major General Romney, Bruen believes that he must truly become a doctor.

After carefully studying the application conditions of Harvard Medical School, Bruen developed a very detailed and practical operation plan for himself. In addition to the preparatory course, he also wrote a letter to Major General Romney Romney, who delivered a speech at the funeral that year.

During the first semester of Bruen's senior year, Admiral Romney's recommendation letter arrived as scheduled. Bruen took the letter of recommendation and two letters from the professor of engineering and mechanics, knocked on the door of the dean of the undergraduate college.

Half an hour later, Bruen Fitzgerald, a former bachelor's degree in mechanical engineering, became a bachelor's degree in biology. And the dean who read General Romney's letter of recommendation assured him that the medical school would be happy to accept a student like him.

Biological science is not Bruen's specialty, but he still completed the remaining more than three years of course with extremely high self-discipline. He studied for six hours a day, and studied with a stopwatch - as long as his eyes left the book, he stopped the stopwatch. After he resumed his studies, he pressed it again. In the three years, except for the two hours of motorcycle riding per month, Bruen's only "non-study time" was eating, sleeping and fitness. His excellent grades and extremely high self-discipline allowed him to get five letters of recommendation and successfully entered the Harvard Medical School - the research direction of toxicology.

In medical school, he met a red-haired man who looked so handsome that he was discomfortably - Pascal Pipen Rosio.

Pascal and Bruen are two people with completely different personalities. Pascal is from New York, and Bruen's hometown is Texas. Pascal is a second-generation immigrant, and the Bruen family has been in the United States for almost two hundred years. They are not even in the same direction of research. Pascal studies immunology, while Bruen chooses toxicology, which is closer to the military and emergency department.

But it is indeed a very shocking thing for these two people with different personalities to talk to each other.

Perhaps the two of them have similar living habits and learning attitudes that have made them resonate somewhat in this stressful environment? Or maybe it is because both of them are using the same brand of stopwatches. In short, during their four-year medical school career, Pascal and Bruen have become very close friends.

After graduation, Pascal, who could be named M.D, entered the Department of Rheumatology and Immunology at the Massachusetts General Hospital. Bruen also entered the Massachusetts General Hospital and began his career in the emergency room.

Life is always full of surprises and shocks, just like chocolate, and you will never know what the next one will taste like.

Bruen, who worked in the emergency department, met a female FBI agent named Isabella. She only had some contacts at work, but Bruen made a very keen judgment that this female agent is likely to be the dish of his good friend Pascal.

After ignoring the situation, the FBI agent who had just started to take on the negotiations was currently single. Bruen started to call for consultation with great skill. As long as Isabella brings people to the emergency room, Bruen will definitely call Pascal within five minutes. Then he called the guy who was digging into the laboratory downstairs and communicated with Isabella in his stuttering New York accent.

As for Bruen himself... he never thought of getting married in his life. He was a non-marriager. He could not imagine how he built a family with others and then lived together. Every time he imagined such a life, he would shudder - he really had no confidence and could fulfill his role and obligations as a father and a husband.

Three years later, the influential FBI agent finally took off Pascal, whose red hair was gradually sparsely on his head. He himself received a "shocking news".

The Massachusetts General Office did not renew the contract with Bruen.

According to the tactful and thirty-eight words in the human resources department, the main reason why the Massachusetts General Hospital did not prepare to renew Bruen was that he devoted too much care to patients in his daily work, which led to a decrease in the ward turnover rate.

At the same time, Bruen's "appearance" does not conform to people's usual view of the profession of "doctor". Even though he has a very good resume, unparalleled enthusiasm and professionalism, this still cannot make up for the horror of other patients when he saw a doctor who was six feet four, with a beard and wearing a red turban on his head.

Boston is a big city, and the citizens living here are naturally incompatible with the Harley Knight and Red Neck.

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"I'll resign together, too." Pascal was furious after hearing the news. He shouted in the hospital restaurant, "It's unreasonable. You haven't had a medical lawsuit in the past three years, and you've received three commendations!"

"And what? Go to Texas to spend time with me? Isabella is pregnant, and now let her be displaced with you? I am the attending physician of the emergency department, and you can find a job anywhere - what do you do? The sign of immunology is only useful in the best hospitals." Bruen calmly as if he was commenting on other people's affairs, "You don't want to be trapped in a small city with only three traffic lights for the rest of your life, dealing with strange secretions from the elderly's lower bodies or the strange snot of children's strange colors every day, right?"

Pascal was stunned by the series of words. He was silent for a long time and asked, "What should you do? You have lived here for eleven years and gave up?"

"I'm a Texan." Bruen rarely drank beer at lunch. "I rode a motorcycle eleven years ago and spent five days to Boston. Now, there should be new developments in this trip."

He stood up and hugged Pascal gently, "Goodbye, friend." Bruen's voice was a little low, like Romney who was still a major general that year, "Take me to Isabella, and I'm sorry to her for me, I can't be the godfather of your children."
Chapter completed!