They could only watch helplessly as Chuck used various ways to reward the Justice League. After the group became dry, they violently stimulated and surrounded Dr. House over and over again.

Even later, even Little Sheldon, the Flash, who was very disdainful of this, was moved and joined the group.

no way!

Chuck’s reward method is too delicious to refuse!

Even they knew it well, let alone experiencing the boundless darkness and not becoming black and falling, if they had been tempted by the rewards given by Chuck earlier, they might have fallen long ago.

Dr. House was surrounded on the sofa, and his crutch was snatched away by Chuck. He couldn't move even if he wanted to, so he could only sit there and listen to everyone use various clever words to attack him in different ways.

His face was so dark that when everyone finally left, he was still numb.

"House, are you okay?"

Only then did my good friend Dr. Wilson have the opportunity to step forward and show concern.

"Are you happy?"

Dr. House didn't want to speak at first, but when he caught a glimpse of Chuck's figure appearing in front of him, he suddenly became angry and said: "Are you satisfied? Can you wake up laughing even in your dreams?"

"You think too much."

Chuck said expressionlessly: "I just came here at Wilson's request. You are not as important as you think."

“So it’s okay if I don’t go into addiction recovery?”

Dr. House raised his eyebrows.

"Can!"

Chuck nodded straightforwardly: "You can go to prison to be a bride, and when you come out in ten years, you can sing for ten years!"

"..."

Dr. House was stunned for a moment.

"House, stop making trouble."

Dr. Wilson, a good friend, advised: "For the group of people Chuck has found, you have to admit that their pain is far greater than the pain in your legs, but even so, none of them are addicted to drugs like you.

So you’d better agree, it’s better to go to an addiction treatment center and get rid of your addiction than to go to jail for ten years, have your medical license revoked, and never be able to be a doctor again.”

"They haven't had the opportunity to be exposed to it yet."

Dr. House sneered angrily: "Otherwise, with their behavior, huh! They can't even resist a junk Batmobile, so how do you expect them to be able to resist drug addiction?"

"I don't expect them to be able to resist their drug addiction."

Chuck said calmly: "Just keep them out of contact, and to do this, quitting addiction is the key!"

"..."

Dr. House's mouth twitched: "So you still insist that I led others to wrong? Or that I am the drug representative of some pharmaceutical group?"

"do not you?"

Chuck looked at him expressionlessly: "Prove it to us!"

Dr. House stared at Chuck and looked at Chuck for a long time.

His good friend Dr. Wilson looked at the two people who didn't look away and smiled bitterly, but he also knew that there would always be one person who would flinch first.

Because this is human body instinct, it is impossible to stare at one place forever.

My eyes can't stand it.

Not surprisingly, it was Dr. House who first looked away.

"If you don't leave yet, your group of Zhenglian friends are still waiting for you to have a party."

After Dr. House failed to make eye contact, he already agreed in his heart that he would use drug rehabilitation as an alternative to jail time and the revocation of his medical license, but he still sneered unconvinced.

"Indeed, a party is needed to celebrate after Zheng Lian's victory."

Chuck said and left the apartment.

In the apartment, only good friends Dr. House and Dr. Wilson were left.

"House, have you decided?"

Dr. Wilson asked warmly.

"If I don't agree, are you going to find this bastard to come over and do it to me again?"

Dr. House complained angrily.

"I really don't know..."

Dr. Wilson smiled bitterly and said: "I just called to ask Chuck to come over and advise you. Who would have thought that he would use this trick, but you have also seen that Chuck always has all kinds of weird tricks..."

When he said this, he caught a glimpse of Dr. House's eyes shining brightly, and he swallowed the words "You don't want to suffer it again" that came to his mouth, and turned into: "You don't want to go to jail and waste ten years in there, and then

Seeing Chuck acting cool outside, you can’t even see him if you want, right?"

"I really can't do that, can I?"

Dr. House had long since given in. Seeing his good friend say this, he gained face and agreed with a mocking expression.

"Very good!"

Dr. Wilson said happily: "House, I believe that with your intelligence, as long as you successfully recover from addiction and have no weaknesses, you will have many opportunities to fight back in the future."

"I never doubted it!"

Dr. House had a smile on his face, glanced at his happy friend, but sneered in his heart.

Not only will he fight back against Chuck in the future, but this time he will quit his addiction, and he will still fight back to let Chuck and that damn policeman see what unshakable and twisted free will is!

A few days later.

New York.

Rehabilitation center.

Dr. House, accompanied by his good friend Dr. Wilson, walked in on crutches. The security check process was like entering a prison, which all reminded that this was a compulsory addiction rehabilitation center.

"I'm leaving. I will come over to see you every...month."

Dr. Wilson also wanted to send his gay friend to his residence, but was stopped by the guard. He could only watch the fence between Dr. House and him close. He wanted to come and visit every week, but knew that he was not allowed.

, can only be said to be every month.

"ok."

Dr. House shrugged indifferently.

When Dr. Wilson left, he grinned at the tall and muscular attendant who had been by his side. He did not believe that anyone could resist Franklin's charm.

The tall and muscular escort had no expression on his face. He just pointed at the cameras everywhere and reminded the newcomers of various reminders, including not to cause trouble and not to pay bribes.

Dr. House's face changed as he listened to the reminder that seemed to have thought of and blocked all his thoughts in advance. He suddenly walked back on crutches and shouted to the back of his good friend who had already reached the end of the corridor: "I want to

Change to a rehabilitation center! Wilson!!!”

Dr. Wilson paused, but did not look back. He walked a few steps with difficulty, and his figure completely disappeared in front of Dr. House who had discovered the problem, leaving only Dr. House's unwilling roar.
Chapter completed!