Chapter 342: Detective Chuck, do I look like I’m begging?

"It's really not true!"

Lisa, a big Texas girl, was surprised: "Is he really selling calves?"

"of course not!"

Dr. Wilson quickly explained: "House just wants to stock up on precautionary measures."

"He is in the hospital, and the pharmacy is also in the hospital, so he still needs to stock up on so many goods?"

Texas big girl Lisa doubted.

"This is House."

Dr. Wilson smiled bitterly: "He has backup stock, backup backup stock, backup backup backup stock..."

"Well, he is indeed a poisonous insect."

Lisa, a big girl from Texas, shrugged and said with a smile: "And he is also a veteran poisoner, otherwise he would not be so afraid of running out of painkillers."

"...Anyway, after Detective Treat searched House's home, he wiped out his inventory, which was all filled with my prescriptions."

Dr. Wilson said helplessly: "At least that's what I said when Detective Tritt asked me for questioning."

"The truth is that Dr. House copied your handwriting and prescribed many more medications."

Professor Alicia Harper's eyes narrowed: "Then you were discovered by Detective Treat. Now you made a false confession, and then you were targeted by him."

"what can I do?"

Dr. Wilson said bitterly: "I can't help testify against House. In that case, not only will his medical license be revoked, but he will also go to jail."

"Weakness and ignorance are never obstacles to survival, arrogance is!"

Chuck said bluntly: "House imitated your handwriting without even trying to imitate it seriously. This shows how arrogant he is at ordinary times. There are still many opportunities for Detective Mike Treat."

"Now that you are like this, what does Dr. House say?"

Professor Alicia Harper asked curiously.

"he?"

When Dr. Wilson heard this, he lowered his head. If he had been a little more emotional, he might have shed tears: "He didn't react at all."

"No way?"

Lisa, a big girl from Texas, frowned and said, "You did this because of him, but he didn't react at all."

"Actually, it's nothing."

Dr. Wilson forced a smile: "I'm used to it. His shoulder hurts for no reason, just because he feels guilty. Normally, I would admit it. After all, he is not good at expressing emotions, and his side performance is more touching, but this time

he……"

After saying this, he sighed deeply.

"What did he do that chilled you?"

Texas Big Girl Lisa Gossip.

"I raised 15,000 in cash to bail him out."

Dr. Wilson's eyes were confused and he said: "I introduced him to the best criminal lawyer in Princeton and asked him to communicate with the lawyer and resolve the matter as soon as possible.

But he didn't listen at all.

After his home was searched and the Vicodin was completely taken away, he immediately came to me to prescribe medicine for him.

Then Detective Mike Treat came to me with House's forged prescription and asked me to explain why the prescription font on it was different.

I recognized House's imitation of my font.

The flying font is as clear as his face.

But what can I say?

I could only confirm again and again that this was my prescription under the sharp gaze of Detective Mike Treat.

I thought this matter ended with me committing perjury on House's behalf. After all, everyone's pain threshold is different, so the doctor prescribes different amounts of painkillers to each patient.

As long as we insist that House needs so many painkillers, it can actually be said to be justified.

But Detective Mike Treat didn't give up.

He towed my car away on suspicion of calf trafficking and froze my bank account, leaving me with no money to use.

I went to a criminal lawyer and the advice I received was for me to cooperate with Detective Mike Treat, otherwise the police could freeze my bank account until I was willing to cooperate.

Detective Mike Treat told me to my face that this is called the art of pressure!

I have no choice but to control my spending, eat the cheapest food, and have to wait for the bus when commuting to get off work every day.

I can tolerate all this!

Because compared to letting House go to jail for ten years, I can bear this crime.

But soon something happened that I couldn't bear at all.

The police still directly suspended my prescription rights on the grounds of suspected calf trafficking.

You know, many cancer patients are waiting for me to prescribe medicine, and I can't afford to delay it for half a day. At that moment, I can only go to House and want him to apologize to Detective Mike Treat.

But I just asked House to come out and talk alone, but he didn't want to, and directly shouted down my request, as if the case he was the only one taking over was a top priority.

Even though I repeatedly stressed my predicament, he still wouldn't look at me!

no way.

I can only go to Dr. Cameron and ask her to prescribe based on my diagnosis.

But she refused.

Because it is her name that is written on the prescription, which is her responsibility!

Even if she believed me, she wouldn't dare agree.

I was angry at first, but then I understood her.

Because what she said was right. Detective Mike Treat put such extreme pressure on me just to see me break down and cooperate. How could he not investigate the fact that I used her to prescribe prescription drugs?

She promised me that I would be probed by Mike Trey.

Just when I was about to leave, Cameron, who is Cameron, the kindest doctor, agreed to help me, but in a different way.

We went to the outpatient clinic together, I came to receive my patient, and she sat in the corner to judge my diagnosis and make sure that her prescribed medications were ok.

But it was at this time that the most painful thing happened to me. My cancer patient complained to me. After I comforted her, she got emotional and asked directly who Cameron was.

I want to hide that this is a teaching hospital.

But when she asked if Cameron was a medical student, Cameron did not dare to lie and could only explain that he was a doctor. Then the patient began to ask about Cameron's judgment and questioned whether there was something wrong with my prescription medicine.

That’s right!

She no longer trusts me!

That feeling is completely indescribable.

I am a doctor and my patients should trust me!

I couldn't bear it anymore, so I went to House and vented it all out, but it was of no use because he was too proud and was too proud to bow his head to anyone.

He said he would never feel any guilt for the innocent people affected by what Detective Mike Treat did to him.

After get off work that day, I sat alone at the bus stop, watching in the cold wind as House rode the motorcycle I helped him bail out and parked in front of me.

We looked at each other, but House didn't say anything and just rode away.

I was..."

After saying this, he couldn't go on. It wasn't that he was so emotional that he completely lost his temper, but that the Texas girl Lisa and Professor Alicia Harper looked at him more and more weirdly.

"What's wrong?"

Dr. Wilson looked down at himself in confusion.

"Don't you think this plot is familiar to you?"

Lisa, a big girl from Texas, had strange eyes: "One party tried their best to help the other party, but the other party refused to admit that they had harmed the other party because of their arrogance, and even played indifferent and helped the other party in order to let the other party prove their pure love to the extreme.

Using your enemy to torture each other is completely a bloody sadomasochism!"

"..."

Dr. Wilson's mouth twitched, speechless: "It's not what you think..."

"You are having a relationship with House, and House wants to verify whether it is true love."

Chuck: "They are right, but the human heart and true love cannot withstand constant tests. The last person who wanted to test like this almost destroyed the world."

"ha?"

Dr. Wilson became more and more embarrassed, and most of the sadness and sorrow he had felt before seemed to have disappeared.
To be continued...