"Everyone."

After the bald old man paused, he sipped his wine as if nothing had happened. He changed the topic without asking Dr. House what happened.

"Can you solve every case?"

"no."

Detective Amy Santiago was relatively straightforward and shook her head.

"I have solved 26 cases in a row."

The annoyed detective did not answer directly, but raised his eyebrows proudly.

"Yes!"

Just when a smile of success appeared on the corner of the bald old man's mouth, Chuck's straightforward answer sounded, making him choke again on the words.

He now vaguely understood why Dr. House, the doctor next door who was known for his sharp tongue and bad temper, was worse off than dead.

The fear of being sent to a hospital for forced detoxification is only a small part of the reason.

It was probably more because he had to face the difficult detective in front of him.

"Every piece?"

The bald old man, Dr. Edward Oster, looked at Chuck with suspicion. He quickly moved his eyes away from Chuck and looked at the two police detectives beside him in disbelief.

“Every piece!”

Detective Amy Santiago nodded with admiration.

"It's just a little more than me."

Detective Shenfan muttered unconvincedly: "My consecutive case solving statistics are the highest in our bureau. Did I say anything?"

"Come on, you didn't even win against me!"

Detective Amy Santiago gave him a disgusted look.

"Well, treating a disease is not the same as being a detective."

The bald old man, Dr. Edward Oster, took a deep sip of the whiskey in his glass. Only then did he suppress the annoyance in his heart. He changed his previous attitude of "treating patients just like detectives". This closer relationship made Chuck and the others feel like they were involved. .

"If a patient comes to see you with a headache, does she have subarachnoid hemorrhage? A small intracranial aneurysm? Or a retro-orbital tumor? Or just an ordinary headache? Do you give her an aspirin? Or do you give her an intracranial surgery?"

"That depends on the situation."

Chuck spoke again. As soon as he opened his mouth, he described various diagnoses of various situations in a very professional and precise manner. The bald old man was dumbfounded. After a while, he said in disbelief: "Didn't I hear that you have a doctorate in mathematics? How come you still know medicine? ?”

"As a detective, if you don't understand observation, reasoning, medicine, physics, common sense, and stability, you are a mediocre person!"

Detective Amy Santiago and Detective Shenfan shouted in unison.

"?"

The bald old man had a question mark on his face.

"This is Chuck's take on detectives!"

Detective Amy Santiago said excitedly.

"To be more precise, this is the understanding of the detective."

After the detective Shenfan blurted out, he felt a little uncomfortable and complained: "Other than the detective, which detective can do this? Are they all mediocre?"

"That's why he's the detective!"

Detective Amy Santiago laughed: "So Chuck knows that medicine is normal."

"This is not just saying a few simple medical common senses and claiming to know medicine!"

The bald old man, Dr. Edward Oster, stared blankly for a long time with disdain in his eyes.

"You can try."

The annoyed police detective urged.

The bald old man Dr. Edward Oster really tried, but no matter whether he used profound medical theories or the most detailed first-line clinical experience, he couldn't stump Chuck at all. Only then did Chuck ask, "Why do you think Dr. House died?" During the torture of his soul, he was so dumbfounded that even the whiskey in his glass no longer smelled good.

Okay!

He now fully understands how a proud and weird person like Dr. House is worse off than dead.

This kind of profession that I have been proud of all my life cannot suppress a detective who treats their profession as common sense and casually learns it. The more proud a person is, the deeper the blow will be.

This is simply the greatest denial of one’s own existence!

If the other party keeps reminding me of this fact, life would be worse than death!

"So while he's here, don't think about using medical terms that we don't understand to frustrate us!"

The annoyed detective told the key. He also didn't want to see Chuck show off, so he changed the subject and said: "Tell us carefully, what is going on in this case? Again, don't talk about the funerals you often attend.

speech! We have to listen to what others say!”

"...I saw that woman in the emergency room when I was doing my rounds."

The bald old man Dr. Edward Oster put down his glass of wine and said with an ugly face: "The doctors and nurses who treated her are very capable!"

"yes!"

The detective detective mocked: "The intern, resident doctor, attending doctor, third-level doctor, three diagnoses, all of them are indeed very capable! Then the patient Susan died! Are you sure that the competence you doctors say is not very capable?"

Damn the patient to death?”

"enough!"

The bald old man Dr. Edward Oster said angrily: "This is a hospital! I am Dr. Edward Oster! Show some respect!"

"Respect for what?"

Chuck said bluntly: "Your name? Or your drinking capacity?"

"..."

The bald old man Dr. Edward Oster, who was originally angry, instantly regained his composure under Chuck's gaze. He did not look at Chuck, but just looked at Detective Amy Santiago and the two of them, and said in a dull voice.

"Listen, people want to believe that medicine is a pure science, and medicine is a science, but all doctors know that sometimes it's like buying a lottery ticket."

After saying this, he couldn't help but vent the frustration in his heart: "Don't tell me, buying lottery tickets can guarantee you will win?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Chuck with his peripheral vision.

"Hahaha."

The troubled detective suddenly burst out laughing.

"why are you laughing?"

The bald old man, Dr. Edward Auster, had a straight face.

"He was laughing because you were right!"

Detective Amy Santiago couldn't help but laugh: "It is true that others cannot do this, but Chuck can! With his ability to always win the lottery, he was invited by the American Lottery Association as a senior consultant who only takes money and does not need to do anything!"

"I have nothing to say!"

The bald old man, Dr. Edward Oster, suddenly stood up from his seat in the office. His body even swayed dizzily. He didn't know whether he had drunk too much or was angry. He ordered him to be kicked out with a livid face.

"I still have patients, this is the end of the conversation!"

"Okay, don't get excited."

Detective Shenfan also stood up, spreading his hands to show that he meant no harm, but he did not forget to tease: "You definitely don't want to faint and be sent to your emergency room~"

After saying this, Detective Amy Santiago, who felt that he had gone too far, hurriedly pushed out of the office, but soon he poked his head in again and stabbed him: "After all, you are not Dr. House who is worse than death, you are Dr. House.

Bar?"

boom!

A wine glass flew over and hit the wall hard, breaking to pieces on the floor. This was accompanied by the angry roar of the bald old man Dr. Edward Oster: "Get out of here!!!"

Outside the office.

"Are all doctors' tempers like this?"

Detective Shenfan shrugged and said, "God cannot be blasphemed?"

"In your face, yes!"

Detective Amy Santiago complained: "Even I want to throw something at you!"

"Smash me?"

The frustrated detective refused to accept it: "Why do I feel like he was trying to hit Chuck! I just took the blame for Chuck!"

"To a certain extent, yes! A weak person only dares to find someone even weaker to get angry at!"

Chuck said straightforwardly and left the office of the chief of surgery.

"Where are we going now?"

Detective Amy Santiago quickly followed up and asked.
To be continued...