Chapter 344 The angry Doctor House, Yongshen’s Japanese persuasion

Princeton Teaching Hospital.

"Dr. Wolfe really said that?"

When Dr. Wilson conveyed Chuck's reminder to Dr. House's three ducks, the handsome white man Dr. Keith and the African-American bald Dr. Forman couldn't help but show joy on their faces.

no way!

As the boss, Dr. House is used to bullying his subordinates, and he always orders them in a commanding tone.

Many times they have to do things against their will according to his ideas.

Although it wasn't their turn this time, Detective Mike Treat's extreme pressure on Dr. Wilson was really exciting.

If they were Dr. Wilson, they might think that Dr. House has medical skills far superior to others and can save some special cases. Coupled with some mysterious and unspeakable reasons, they would hold on to the end and not betray House (to be honest)

, but they actually don’t want to encounter that kind of dilemma at all.

And now that Chuck has spoken, they have enough confidence to say no to their boss!

No matter how awesome you are, you still have the ability to convince Chuck in advance!

The beautiful doctor Cameron also breathed a sigh of relief, but then his expression became complicated again when he thought about the next situation of his crush boss.

"well."

Dr. Wilson sighed: "I hope House can have a flexible bottom line as Chuck said."

"If it were anyone else, I would never believe that House would have any flexible bottom line. After all, there are so many examples that prove that House's stubbornness and pride cannot be compromised for anyone."

The handsome white boy Dr. Keith smiled and said: "But if this person is Detective Chuck, then I strongly believe that House will eventually have a flexible bottom line."

"right!"

Dr. Forman, an African-American bald man who had always been at odds with Dr. House, gloated and smiled: "Everyone lies, so House's stubbornness and pride of not compromising for anyone are also lies. He just hasn't encountered cruelty before.

Just people!

Now, whether it's Detective Mike Treat or Detective Chuck, one is enough for House to know what a real ruthless person is.

Let's come together now!

House’s next performance will definitely be very exciting~”

"Forman!"

The beautiful doctor Cameron rolled her eyes at him angrily.

"What a rare visitor. Does anyone here have cancer?"

Just as the four of them were talking, Dr. House walked in on crutches, glanced at his good friend, and said in a sinister tone.

"House!"

Dr. Wilson stood up and walked over: "I called you yesterday but you didn't answer. Did you receive my phone message?"

"You mean the nonsense that the famous Detective Chuck is going to bully me into giving up my free will?"

Dr. House sneered.

"He is not preparing. He has already spoken. You should know that he is serious."

Dr. Wilson looked at his good friend and reminded: "Besides, this is for your own good..."

“I did nothing wrong!!!”

Dr. House suddenly shouted.

Neither Dr. Wilson nor the three ducks spoke.

There is nothing wrong with driving a car, driving dangerously, and driving dangerously?

If anyone else dared to say this, they would have been beaten up long ago, but this person was Dr. House, and as good friends and subordinates who expected to learn advanced medical skills from him, they could only endure it and not refute.

You are capable, charming, and have a loud voice. What you say makes sense. It's that simple.

"I still have to go find Cady."

Dr. Wilson glanced at House, said something, and left.

There is a gap for medical consultation in the morning.

Dr. Keith, a handsome white boy, came over to report on the patient's condition and discussed the solution. When he was about to leave, he was stopped by House's abrupt addition.

"You want me to prescribe you Vicodin?"

Dr. Keith, a handsome white boy, was surprised to see Dr. House playing with his crutch as if it were natural.

"You are a doctor and I am a patient. What's weird about prescribing Vicodin to me?"

Dr. House urged him grumpily.

"Sorry, I can't drive."

Dr. Keith, a handsome white boy, shook his head and refused: "You should know that Dr. Wolfe said that we are not allowed to prescribe Vicodin to you again."

"What kind of doctor is he?"

Dr. House said venomously: "You are the real doctor, you have some opinions, okay!"

"So I listen to you and risk being targeted by the police, having my license revoked and going to jail. Just have your own opinion."

Dr. Chis, a handsome young white man, smiled and said: "But if you listen to Dr. Wolfe and do things legally, legally, and reasonably, you have no independent opinion?"

"Yeah!"

Dr. House drawled his voice, ignoring the logical errors in it, and nodded shamelessly.

"..."

Dr. Chis, a handsome white boy, was speechless: "I can't prescribe it, and no one will prescribe it for you. I would rather lose this job than go to jail and never be a doctor again."

With that said, he left.

Dr. House leaned on a crutch and held his chin, his expression ugly. Keith, who had been the most obedient when he came in through the back door, actually rejected him, which made him even more irritable because of the lack of Vicodin.

Of course he knows how much effort it takes for a person to become a doctor.

First, you need to go to college and get a bachelor's degree.

Then he goes to medical school, studies for four years, and then goes to a hospital to practice as a surgical elite like Keith, spending at least 6 years as an intern, resident, and attending physician.

It took at least fourteen years of hard work to be able to practice medicine like Dr. Keith and the others, and Keith and the others were among the best among such doctors.

Otherwise, Dr. House will not agree to Dr. Keith being selected into his team if he goes through the back door.

Such an excellent Dr. Keith, House actually asked him to use his medical license and marriage (went to jail and was made a bride) to pay for his pride and stubbornness, just because he is one of House's three duck apprentices, and he is usually used to it.

Was he ordered by House?

It's not that House doesn't understand this truth, it's just that he's not used to being rejected by others, especially those around him.

After all, he always got what he wanted in the end.

What's more, he is short of medicine now.

After his home was searched, his Vicodin reserves had been reduced to the lowest level. He only had the medical books in the office, like the protagonist in The Shawshank Redemption, he dug out a hole in the valuable books that should be cherished and put them there.

A bottle of Vicodin.

But he is a poisonous insect!

I take more than ten pills a day, and a bottle of Vicodin can last me only three days at most.

But just like the phobia of running out of battery on a mobile phone, if Dr. House stores 600 pills at home as a comparison, there is only 5% of the battery left, and the phone may shut down at any time with a dazzling red color.

This is just the phobia of ordinary people about mobile phone battery. House is a poisonous insect's phobia about insufficient medicine reserves, which is ten thousand times stronger than the phobia of ordinary people about mobile phone battery.

So even though he can still pour the medicine into his mouth now, the sense of urgency from his heart has already caused him to have a reaction in advance that only addiction treatment can have.

Angry!

Vicodin, a sedative, narcotic and painkiller, has no effect at all.

On this day, he approached the other two ducks one by one, but they were both rejected. The reason was because of Chuck's words.

In the end, he had no choice but to go to Dr. Cady, the female dean who had always been ambiguous with him.

But still.

If Chuck had not spoken, the headmistress Cady might have been hesitant and unable to make a decision, but after Chuck made it clear, she could only choose to consider long-term interests.

"Damn it! If you listen to him so much, are you two together? He makes you feel good, doesn't he?"

After House was rejected by the headmistress Cady, he became a little angry and started to use venomous tongues.

Headmistress Cady looked at him quietly without getting angry at all.

She has long been accustomed to this kind of venomous tongue. House usually teases her with all kinds of words, often in front of outsiders.

no way.

Who made her like him?
To be continued...