"What do you want to say?"

Dr. Wilson looked unhappy.

"Do you still understand what I said?"

Dr. House looked at his good friend: "You were tricked into amputating your beard by that facial palsy. Do you know what you should do now?"

"do what?"

Dr. Wilson asked.

"Go give that guy a good beating and teach him to behave!"

Dr. House said viciously. Seeing his good friend's expression of "Do I look like a fool?", he immediately stopped trying to cheer him up and said with a shrug.

"It seems like you don't like hard food, so why isn't it strange at all? Okay, let's have soft food. Tonight, it's a bar! I'll take you to be cool!"

With that said, he walked to his good friend on crutches, reached out and took out his good friend's credit card: "Let you forget all this!"

"Forget it."

Dr. Wilson took back his credit card and complained: "I don't want my credit card record to have those payment amounts with special meanings, and then be looked at strangely."

"You're overthinking it. That's a look of envy and jealousy."

Dr. House limped out.

Dr. Wilson stood there for a while, then quickly followed, and their conversation could be heard in the distance.

"You really think Chuck is the kind of person..."
Chapter completed!