Chapter 337 Chuck: Lisa, don’t even think about it!

"You just want to see my joke, right?"

Dr. House took the phone and complained.

"No!"

Chuck shook his head.

"No?"

On the other end of the phone, Dr. House didn't believe it at all: "Detective Chuck also lies sometimes. If anyone knew this, they would be shocked, because if it were me, I would definitely be happy to see your joke."

"House!"

Dr. Wilson's voice trying to stop him came from the other end of the phone.

At this time, my good gay friend is still saying venomous words, and his friend is frightened to see it.

Sure enough, Chuck's sister Haley was right, House has serious self-destructive tendencies.

"Did I said wrong thing?"

Dr. House was unimpressed.

"you are wrong."

Chuck said bluntly: "If I want to see your joke, I will ask you a question."

"what is the problem?"

Dr. House asked with interest.

"Did Detective Mike Treat give you a bigger thermometer after he arrested you?"

Chuck asked calmly.

"..."

Dr. House on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment.

After being arrested last night, he was imprisoned in the temporary prison of the police station, but he was not alone. There was someone singing next to him all night, which made him really tortured.

When the time for imprisonment was up, he immediately called Detective Mike Treat who was waiting outside and asked him to let him go.

Because after 12 hours, the police would either charge him or let him go.

And when he reminded Detective Mike Tritter of this rule, the other party calmly replied: "Which one do you like better?"

At that time, he kept repeating to Detective Mike Treat in the hospital and when he was arrested, 'You are a bully and treat others as fools. Others can naturally treat you as fools, unless you meet someone more evil who makes you realize.

You will never change if others face your feelings, and suddenly you have a deeper understanding of it.

Because with his IQ, he could easily tell that Detective Mike Treat was playing tricks on him.

He knew that if he said 'let me go', Detective Mike Treat would really let him go.

But Detective Mike Treat knew that with his pride and stubbornness, he would never choose the latter.

And he knew that Detective Mike Treat knew that he knew that he knew.

Then he did choose the latter and called his good friend Dr. Wilson to bail him out.

But what he has to face next is being prosecuted.

He didn't care about this, but he was very unhappy with the feeling that Detective Mike Treat seemed to see through him and forced him to go down one path at every turn.

In the past, when facing other people, well, mainly patients, especially those with difficult and complicated diseases, he would always give others several options, and then others could only proceed according to the only option he really gave.

What if others don’t do this?

Then he has enough means to force the other party to follow his intentions.

And obviously, now Mike Treat has become him, and he has become someone else who was arranged.

However, after being reminded by Chuck, he discovered that Mike Treat, who seemed to have become him, was more ethical than him.

Because if they were to change places, he might actually arrange for someone to humiliate the other party as Chuck said.

After all, before he was arrested, he had just mocked the other person: "I only regret not finding a bigger thermometer."

"It seems not."

Chuck said seriously: "He is so upright and can be regarded as a model for the American police. I am very curious whether he will regret it."

"I'll ask you if I get a chance."

Dr. House quickly recovered and said venomously: "But it's useless for him to regret it. After all, in your eyes, we are just rotten British men.

Oh, wait.

Maybe this is the real reason why he did this!

He just wants to do the opposite, how can he make me feel happy~"

"you're right."

Chuck nodded: "You were bailed out by Wilson? It seems that you still haven't been forgiven by him. Are you ready to go to jail?"

"Do you really think House is going to jail?"

Dr. Wilson is anxious.

"Isn't he always ready with his venomous tongue?"

Chuck said bluntly.

"..."

Dr. Wilson's mouth twitched.

This is quite a pun.

It means that Dr. House's poisonous tongue can easily offend people and he will end up in jail sooner or later, and it also talks about Dr. House's terrible life after going to prison.

Who is more vicious?

"Chuck, can't you really help House persuade that Detective Mike Treat?"

Dr. Wilson said with a headache.

Although he had immediately found the best criminal lawyer in Princeton for Dr. House, not to mention Dr. House's completely uncooperative attitude, just as Chuck meant, he seriously doubted that this matter was not the best criminal lawyer.

It can be settled with the intervention of a lawyer.

As a good gay friend, how could he not be worried.

"Don't worry, House going to jail is just for fun."

Chuck said seriously.

"Stop joking, okay."

Dr. Wilson smiled bitterly.

"I'm not kidding."

Chuck said expressionlessly: "Whenever you find anything that Detective Mike Treat has done that goes too far, you can always come to me and I will help you.

But before that, be prepared for House to go to jail!

Driving under the influence of drugs!

Dangerous driving!

House not only has no medical ethics in his treatment of patients, but also has no sense of ethics in his treatment of other innocent people.

Detective Mike Treat is the embodiment of justice in this matter!

Notice!

The justice I am talking about here is not sarcasm!”

"Come on!"

When Dr. House heard this, he couldn't help but ridiculed: "Others can say that I drive under the influence of drugs and drive dangerously, but you can't! The same goes for you! I've seen you racing, and that's called dangerous driving!"

"We are different!"

Chuck said straightforwardly: "My will is strong enough to control the amount of drugs I take, and I am also using exercise in a planned way to reduce the body's scientific demand for drugs in conjunction with my strong will.

And my driving skills, I’ve never been dangerous when driving, unlike you!”

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Before hanging up the phone, Dr. Wilson's comforting voice could still be heard: "House, Chuck didn't mean to say that..."

Chuck understood that this was a sore point in Dr. House's driving skills.

But he just told the truth.

If Dr. House's driving skills were really as good as his, he would never have been injured in a car accident and become lame.

After becoming lame, he still rode his motorcycle and raced. He also made a point of carrying the painkiller Vicodin in his pocket like candy, grabbing a handful of it and eating it.
To be continued...