This familiar scene immediately reminded Du Wei of who this guy was.

A musician who plays the trumpet is considered a celebrity in the music industry.

After he was paralyzed in an accident, he was mistakenly diagnosed as suffering from amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, or a.l.s.

Now the symptoms of paralysis are getting worse, and now he can't even play his favorite musical instrument.

Therefore, he always had the intention to die when he went to the hospital.

He even signed a d.n.r agreement (agreement to give up resuscitation) later, which meant that when his condition worsened, he refused any first aid measures and directly chose to die with dignity.

In short, this guy named Giles is an extremely troublesome patient, because a doctor cannot save a patient who wants to die.

At this moment, the quarrel between House and Dean Cady came from behind.

The general meaning is that House wanted to take over this case, but Dean Cady told him that this case was solely responsible for the case by neurologist Pete.

After preliminary diagnosis, Giles went to the emergency room for simple lobar pneumonia.

This disease is not difficult for most doctors to treat.

The reason why Peter was chosen as the doctor in charge was because he was a good friend of Martin Hamilton, the outstanding neurologist at the outer hospital who diagnosed Giles with A.L.S. and Giles's attending physician.

So Martin named Peter to take over his case.

But it is obvious that Peter did not intend to cure Giles's paralysis symptoms, but wanted to comply with his wishes and sign a D.N.R. agreement for him.

So after Giles signed the agreement, Peter walked out feeling relaxed.

When he saw Duwei, House and Dean Cady, he immediately frowned.

He now hates Duwei and House so much that he feels disgust from the bottom of his heart when he sees their figures.

In his original plan, he would wait until his friends successfully entered the hospital before dealing with these two people.

But now, it seems that there is a plan to disgust the two of them.

I saw a false smile on his face and said to Dean Cady:

"Dean Cady, I just came here and I am not very familiar with the members of the department.

But you also saw that my hand was accidentally injured yesterday.

So I need someone to be my assistant to assist, but I don’t know who to ask for help now.”

Although Cady was very dissatisfied with the doctor who came by air, looking at the face of the medical committee, he could only smile and say:

"Really? As long as the doctors are free, I have no objection to them coming to help you."

This was what Pete was waiting for, and he looked at Du Wei:

"Well, I know most of the other doctors have business to do, so I won't waste their time.

Let this intern doctor help me.

I want to take care of patients and other simple tasks, this intern doctor can't do it wrong, right?"

Cady glanced at Du Wei, who was an intern, and nodded in agreement:

"Of course, Du Wei, you will be transferred from the diagnostic department to work under Dr. Pitt today.

Dr. Peter is a professional neurologist, so you should be more serious and learn more knowledge, which will be very beneficial to you in getting your medical license in the future."

When he heard that Cady had transferred his people without his consent, House suddenly said with dissatisfaction:

"Wait a minute, when can the doctors under me be seconded to others at will?

What should I do when I need a consultation?

What should I do if my condition is delayed?

If you want me to say, you can just assign this patient to me for treatment, so that you can legitimately mobilize my people to participate in the treatment."

Seeing House complaining, Cady turned around helplessly and said:

"House, I told you, the doctor in charge of this guy is Pete.

Besides, Du Wei is just an intern, wouldn’t you be able to diagnose without him?

Or can his diagnosis directly affect your diagnosis?

If that's the case, then I have to consider whether hiring you is the right choice."

Seeing that House still wanted to speak, Peter, who had already had an idea, immediately answered the question:

"House, this is my patient, I don't need you to interfere, please stay away.

Otherwise I will ask the patient to apply to the court for an injunction against you!"

House swallowed back what he just wanted to say, turned around, looked at Peter with his extremely oppressive eyes and sneered:

"Your patient? Have you ever thought about finding the real cause of his paralysis?

Instead of helping him solve the problem, you signed a D.N.R. agreement for him.

Is there a doctor like you?"

Pete was very dissatisfied with this.

The patient has given up treatment, and the doctor still advises him to accept treatment? Isn't this just looking for trouble and making himself unhappy?

"That is his own choice. As a doctor, you should respect the patient's choice!"

House banged his cane hard:

"But he doesn't have to die at all! Have you ever considered that he might have multifocal motor neuropathy?

You can definitely give him intravenous immunoglobulin for treatment."

Peter replied coldly:

"You don't have to worry about how I should treat him. You don't need me to repeat it again. This is my patient, not yours!

Du Wei, start intravenous infusion of steroids and thyroxine on the patient now, immediately!"

Du Wei raised his eyebrows, the fate of interns was so bleak.

Not even the right to freedom of work.

After all, the hospital's director, Kadi, has the final say for the time being.

Facing Pete's legitimate request, Duweike could not raise any objection.

And it was obvious that Pete was here for him.

It seemed like he wanted to add some intensity to Du Wei's work today.

If nothing else, Du Wei won't get any rest today.

Sure enough, just after the intravenous drip was completed, Peter once again ordered Duwei to come.

But he seemed to really consider House's opinion and asked Duwei to get Giles an intravenous injection of immune globulin at a dose of one thousandth of his body weight.

After all, if House's suggestion really works, the credit will fall on Peter.

Thinking about House's annoyed expression after he took House's idea and successfully treated the patient, Peter felt like he wanted to go out and smoke a cigarette to celebrate.

While Peter went out to smoke, Duwei looked at Giles who looked lifeless on the bed and whispered:

"I don't think you have A.L.S."

Giles' expression moved slightly, turned his head and asked:

"Who are you?"

"I'm Du Wei, an intern in the diagnostic department."

After hearing that Duwei was just an intern, Giles laughed to himself, knowing that he shouldn't have his hopes up.

"Really? Is this part of your course? Learning to comfort a dying patient?

Let him rekindle the hope of life and then undergo various uncomfortable examinations?

That’s not necessary, I’ve already signed the D.N.R agreement, you can just sit and play with your phone and wait for me to die.”

Du Wei knew that he would not be able to convince him because of his currently unknown status in the medical community.

So Du Wei said the next sentence and pulled out House's tiger skin:

"Dr. House has the same opinion as me."

Seeing that Duwei mentioned House, Giles's face showed an expression of interest.

He had never heard of Duwei, but he had heard of House, the outstanding internal medicine expert.

"Oh, I've heard about this guy. They say he's an obsessive asshole."

Du Wei smiled:

"I don't deny that he is a bastard, but he does have a unique perspective on diagnosing the disease.

Since he said there are other possibilities, your disease must not be A.L.S.

I suggest that the MRI be repeated to see the specific situation."
To be continued...