Chapter 270 Chuck: Greg Wilson, I don’t want to kill anyone!

"No!"

Little Sheldon denied: "Will you help me with my medical treatment?"

"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, a 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 economic 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 think there's anything wrong 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 most people are like this, but I am 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 expelled, 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... If you drink so little, you won't get gastric ulcers."

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 an examination 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 to see 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 belly, aside and did not interfere 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.

.

It was obvious to Chuck that during that time, when they were about to leave, his ex-wife's current husband had sex with him.

In the second half of the sentence, the ex-wife's current husband recently suffered from a difficult disease. The ex-wife came to him to treat her love rival, and 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.

"Perhaps we should have a four-person date to share our experiences. It would be very interesting."

"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 mad, in need of care and guidance, this is exactly the type 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 innocent face, and then she said goodbye to Dr. Wilson: "Dr. Wilson, it's time for me to leave."

"I'll take you out."

Dr. Wilson wants 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 blamed his good friend.

"What's wrong with 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 go 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, my good friend, who had a bad face, raised his chin towards Chuck: "Facial paralysis, tell me, are you interested in her being like this?"
To be continued...