Chapter 271 Detective Chuck: Mia, you have a bad heart, don’t get too close!

"Why?"

Although the beautiful doctor Cameron didn't like little Sheldon's seriousness, he felt distressed when he saw little Sheldon being frightened like this, so he quickly helped to inquire.

"Because there is a homeless man's autopsy report in the morgue, which is somewhat similar to his."

As Dr. House answered, he continued to look at Little Sheldon teasingly.

"Don't scare him!"

The beautiful doctor Cameron said dissatisfied.

"I just appreciate his sensitivity!"

Dr. House smiled and said: "And it is this kind of sensitivity that may have helped us discover a murder case!"

After saying this, he looked at Little Sheldon maliciously: "So, will you come with me?"

"..."

Little Sheldon froze there, almost crying.

Most people in the morgue stayed away from him, let alone someone as timid as him who could climb a tree to avoid being chased.

"Since everything is fine, I'll take him back first."

Professor Alicia Harper took the initiative and said: "Chuck, are you coming with me?"

"Oh, that won't work!"

Dr. House immediately interrupted: "You can leave, but he must stay. I also want him to see my miraculous case-solving process... Besides, there is a nun who needs his help."

"You can drive him back first."

Chuck chose to stay.

Professor Alicia Harper glanced at him, nodded, and left the hospital with little Sheldon who was frozen there.

"see it?"

Dr. House winked at his good friend Dr. Wilson: "He chose to stay as soon as he heard about Mrs. Nun~"

"How about you tell me what you found?"

Dr. Wilson ignored Dr. House's provocation again and failed to maintain his airway.

"follow me!"

Dr. House limped to the morgue in the basement of the hospital: "While I was resting in the morgue, I found an interesting corpse. It belonged to a homeless man. On the surface, he died of influenza, but the autopsy revealed

I later found out that the flu wasn’t the real cause of all this, you know what was?”

"Soda."

Chuck said calmly.

"That's right!"

Dr. House smiled and said: "There are a lot of local soda bottles in his belongings. The child just said that the soda tastes wrong, and their biochemical signs are obviously similar, so I guess this soda really has some

question!"

"I've also drunk that soda, and there's no problem with it."

Dr. Wilson retorted.

"In that case, try this!"

At this time, the four of them had already entered the morgue. Dr. House took out a glass soda bottle from the garbage pile and handed it to his good friend.

"..."

Dr. Wilson backed away in disgust: "I won't drink this!"

"I remember you drank too?"

Dr. House handed the discarded glass soda bottle to the beautiful doctor Cameron.

"What exactly do you suspect?"

The beautiful doctor Cameron watched Dr. House shaking the discarded glass soda bottles and collecting the remaining liquid in front of her eyes, and took a step back: "The soda manufacturer produced defective products, resulting in people drinking to death? This is too much

It’s incredible.”

"Is it impossible?"

Dr. House looked at Chuck.

"Maybe, there are too many technologies and hard work!"

Chuck nodded: "According to the available information, the gimmick of local soda is that it has no preservatives and other additives.

But you can't look at what they said, but what they did.

Although Sheldon is a troublemaker and often thinks of minor ailments as terminal illnesses, he will not make such a big mistake when it comes to taste.

Since he said there is something wrong with the taste of soda, then there is probably something wrong with it. You have a laboratory, so just test it directly."

Dr. House looked at the beautiful doctor Cameron.

The beautiful doctor Cameron immediately knew what she should do, turned around and walked out: "I'm going to buy it right now."

"Would you like to make a bet?"

Dr. House smiled and said: "I bet the soda must have changed the formula and created a batch of defective products. However, due to the cost of recall, they were unwilling to recall and allowed this batch of products to continue to circulate in the market, resulting in the current situation.

.”

"I hope not."

Dr. Wilson sighed.

"And you?"

Dr. House doesn't let the silent Chuck go.

"I bet you don't care."

Chuck said expressionlessly.

"Of course I care. This is one of my favorite places to hide. These people are my family. If you don't believe me, just ask Wilson."

Dr. House said funnyly.

"House!"

Even though Dr. Wilson knows that his best friend likes to be funny, he still doesn't like these words.

How can anyone consider the corpses in the morgue who died in various ways as their family members!

This is so unlucky!

"Wilson, do you recognize the nun's wife's husband?"

Dr. House said suddenly.

"I saw the photo, what happened?"

Dr. Wilson was stunned.

"You're in luck."

Dr. House smiled and said: "Perhaps you can help your nun wife find a husband without the facial paralysis detective, or in your favorite way."

"You've gone too far."

Dr. Wilson followed the reminder from his good friend and looked at the rows of corpses in the morgue. He scolded his good friend, but his heart moved.

"I just want to remind you, it's your own decision whether to watch it or not."

Dr. House shrugged.

At this time, the beautiful doctor Cameron had already bought the soda.

“Very refreshing!”

Dr. House took it, unscrewed the cap of the bottle, took a sip, and then filled his mouth with the remaining liquid that the homeless man had drunk.

"you!"

The beautiful doctor Cameron tried to stop it, but it was too late.

"What's wrong with me?"

Dr. House shrugged disapprovingly.

"You know that if your theory is correct, then there's something wrong with this soda, and don't you think it's dirty?"

The beautiful doctor Cameron said speechlessly.

"Of course I'm right!"

Dr. House said nonchalantly: "Don't be nervous, even if there is something wrong with this soda, the homeless man only developed the problem after drinking many bottles at once.
To be continued...