Chapter 244 Chuck: House, if you can’t do it, I’ll do it!

"He really said that?"

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

He had an old injury on his leg and was in constant pain. This was quite similar to Chuck's, except that Chuck was born with it, while he had the sequelae of an acquired injury that was 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 indeed this guy's style."

"What did you say? Can I see the patient 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 really 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 asking 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 all the trouble of saying he was his cousin and asking for it.

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 are a doctor! And he is 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 because of it."

"The world is full of patients, 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 won't allow it!

So what does it matter if there is one more and one less? When I encounter something interesting that I want to save, I will save it. When I encounter something boring that I don’t want to save, I won’t save it. 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 people who are labor-intensive workers, I'm not just educating them about our day and Dr. Derek Lamorey, 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 when he said the things so fresh and refined.

"Please! Even if it's not for Chuck's sake or for your own sake, 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.

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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 no choice but to choose Dr. Keith.

The beautiful doctor Cameron, as 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 off 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 can't stand being bored anymore."

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 female director's depth 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 at his own brain, and then at the headmistress' flaming red lips.

"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. This 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 quickly perform toxicology on her.

For other diagnoses besides examination, her condition is not optimistic, 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 stand 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."
To be continued...