Chapter 246 Oil Painting Beauty: Chuck, am I beautiful?

Princeton Teaching Hospital.

"So, she thought she could see, but in fact she was blind. Her brain was deceiving her. What does this mean?"

Dr. House stood in front of the MRI brain slice, talking about the latest situation of Professor Alicia Harper, and turned to look at his three assistant doctors.

"She can see organically, but her brain can't process it, which means Alicia's occipital lobes on both sides have been damaged."

Xiao Hei from the Department of Neurology is relatively professional in this area and was the first to express his opinion.

"It should be caused by trauma."

The first thing that came to the beautiful doctor Cameron's mind was that Professor Alicia Harper was pushed to the ground by her husband.

"Well, that husband looks very nervous. It seems that domestic violence is really serious."

Dr. House said venomously: "Oh, wait, he is a professor of mathematics. Unless he is a perverted mathematician, it is impossible for him to inflict injuries on her with just one push.

Such severe brain damage."

"It's hard to talk about pushing and pushing."

Beautiful doctor Cameron retorted.

"I thought you liked the beauty of imperfection."

Dr. House looked at her with an exaggerated expression: "Compared to the patient, the husband is obviously more disabled, why don't you have more sympathy for him? Is it because of his domestic violence? This is your prejudice!

As we all know, there are as many domestically violent men as perverts in our country, and according to those stupid movies and TV shows, they are all the sequelae of being hurt since childhood, so you like being mutilated. To a certain extent, you like perverts.

"

"Dr. Chuck Wolfe is also a pervert?"

Beautiful doctor Cameron asked.

"Of course he is!"

Dr. House yelled funny: "Everyone knows."

"Then who does this pervert have a better relationship with?"

The beautiful doctor Cameron said with a smile: "In other words, who does he communicate with more deeply, normal people, or the perverts you call him?"

"Then you can only ask the pervert himself."

Dr. House said, put the crutch on the conference table, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and dialed Chuck's number: "Hey, pervert, tell me why you want to conduct a comprehensive toxicology in the first place.

examine?"

"Isn't that the first step in diagnosis?"

Chuck asked rhetorically.

"That's right."

Dr. House smiled and said: "But if there is no suspicious situation, we will not do such a comprehensive toxicological examination. At your request, the hospital worked overtime regardless of the cost to do all the toxicological examinations.

Checked out."

"In my eyes, there are no surprises."

Chuck had no intention of telling Eileen's story, and said calmly: "Since there are conditions, treat this case as the most extreme situation. You can imagine that a person with the most abundant resources deliberately made her become a

So, what are the possible means to cause such a situation."

"That's too much."

Dr. House complained: "Although the toxicological tests have been carried out, they are targeted tests. You must first know the toxicity before you can do the test. If there is such a person with unlimited resources to poison her, then

There are endless possibilities. We simply cannot diagnose and cure her as time permits, and we can only wait for her to die and then do an autopsy."

"So you can't do it?"

Chuck is very straightforward.

"...I'm afraid you won't be able to accept it!"

Dr. House said venomously: "I'm going to drill a hole in her head now to see what's going on in her head!"

"Do what you can and leave the rest to me."

Chuck said and hung up the phone.

"Can you really accept it?"

In the underground secret room of the mountainside villa, Irene, who was sitting across from Chuck and playing chess, listened to Chuck's call and smiled half-heartedly: "Once he is allowed to test randomly like this, even if he is lucky enough to find the real cause, the result may be better than what she asked

A quiet death is even more difficult for her to accept."

Surgery all has sequelae, let alone this kind of brain surgery. If you are not careful, it may cause irreparable consequences. Sometimes it is really worse than death.

"Are you worried?"

Chuck picked up the chess piece and put it down, looking at her with a pun.

"I worry?"

Erin looked at the chessboard with a chuckle: "Alicia is indeed a great beauty, but she is not unique. I do admire her, otherwise I wouldn't use her as an example. You should be able to see that.

Very restrained.”

"You want to use her to prove that you don't care less than me."

Chuck was not surprised: "There is also the intention to silence him."

In front of Professor Alicia Harper, the two talked about various versions of the story of the peerless twins. Although Professor Alicia Harper would not overthink it at the time, she could not prevent anyone from knowing about it.

"So you really don't care, or do you have some unknown superpower?"

Irene played with the chess pieces and smiled playfully.

"What do you think?"

Chuck looked at her.

Erin looked at him for a long time, but couldn't see anything in his eyes.

"you lose."

Chuck said something, twisting the chess piece.

Eileen stared at the chessboard again and again, then raised her eyes and smiled: "Winning or losing is a common thing for a military strategist, and winning or losing at the moment is insignificant."

"You never won."

Chuck reminded him bluntly. He stood up and took out a white rose from his breast pocket. He walked to the bed and put it on the bed. When he turned to leave, he saw that Eileen had taken off the white hospital gown at some point.

He dropped it, standing there unabashedly, smiling without being shy or too candid: "Am I beautiful?"

"beautiful."

Chuck told the truth.

"I know you like to do scientific research, would you like to come?"

Erin invited with a smile, walked over gracefully, and put her hands around Chuck's neck.

Chuck reached out and grabbed her hands.

Erin's hands were locked in front of Chuck, and she said with a playful smile: "Why, you dare not? What are you worried about? Are you afraid that after doing experiments with me, you won't be able to bear to imprison me or even kill me? Don't worry about Anna, I miss her.

I'd definitely love to see this."

At this point, she looked at Chuck's glasses: "Isn't that my lovely sister?"

Chuck was silent.

"Isn't it strange that you are so smart?"

Erin got as close to Chuck as possible and said with a deep breath: "It's not me who ordered you to be killed this time. I didn't break my promise to her. Why would she do this?

She could have informed me and let me handle the matter quietly, without any negative impact.

For her, I will continue to act as your dark protection umbrella and help you eliminate hidden arrows from the darkness as much as possible.

This is the best choice for you.

With her IQ, couldn't she tell?

You may want to say, what is this for free will!

But before that, I didn't force her to do many things that she didn't want to do at all. They were just easy things that she didn't care about. I just wanted to use this to have more common ground with her.

But this time, she chose to go to war, completely eradicating my manpower in New York, and disappearing, forcing me to see you in person to find her, my only relative.

Between us, one is her only relative and the other is the only eye she recognizes. For her, it is impossible for us to kill each other and completely eliminate the trouble.

Fighting back and forth has caused an impact that neither of us is willing to bear, and there is no need to bear it. She cannot bear the slightest mistake.

So have you ever thought about why she, who is so smart, would do such a stupid thing?

Thanks to you, I have enough time to think carefully these days.
To be continued...