American drama life begins with Dr. House

Looking at Duwei being called away by House, Furman curled his lips and said to Chase next to him:

"What's so good about this guy? Why does House value him so much?"

Chase smiled:

“It’s not necessarily that I think he’s good, it’s just that being arrogant is not a good thing for a young man.

House, maybe he wanted to dampen Du Wei's spirit.

The outpatient clinic with all kinds of strange patients is obviously the best choice.

Even if Du Wei has solid theoretical knowledge in college, when facing those patients, experience is far more important than theory."

Furman nodded with deep understanding:

"That makes sense. If you ask me, the patients in the outpatient clinic are the most difficult to deal with.

Even though you are not sick, you will say that you are seriously ill!

It's no wonder that House has been avoiding doctor appointments, which is really a headache.

I'm afraid Duwei will have to rush out to find House to save him soon."

Chase chuckled:

"Hey, do you think he can hold out for a while? Bet ten bucks.

The patients who can be assigned to House Clinic are notoriously difficult to deal with.

I bet the first patient has to come out and ask for help."

"Then let's wait and see."

…

Du Wei, who took House's place in the clinic, soon received his first patient.

This is a middle-aged man with orange skin all over his body.

Looking at the suit and leather shoes and the famous watch, you can tell that he is a successful person.

After this guy sat down, he kept stroking the diamond ring on his finger, looking extremely unsure of his marriage.

Du Wei, who is familiar with the plot, naturally knows this guy's past.

This guy found a young model wife who is ten years younger than him.

He is nearly middle-aged and is unable to do what he wants, but his wife is as young as a wolf and a tiger.

So it's normal to have worries in your heart.

After all, people who are not fed enough will always look for fresher and more delicious food.

Just when Du Wei was distracted.

The middle-aged man had already finished talking about his accidental fall while playing golf yesterday.

He believed that the pain all over his body was caused by this fall, and did not mention the discoloration of his skin at all.

"Dr. House, is my illness serious?"

Du Wei shook his head and pointed to the identity tag on his white coat:

"I'm not Dr. House, I'm Dr. Duwei..."

Before Du Wei finished speaking, the middle-aged man opposite stood up angrily, pointed at Du Wei's identity plate and said angrily:

"I just said something was wrong. How could Dr. House be a pretty boy like you?

I went through all the trouble to get House's account, but I'm not here to gain more experience in diagnosis and treatment for you, a fledgling intern!

Where is your leader? I’m going to file a complaint!”

When the middle-aged man gets excited, the orange color on his face becomes even darker.

It looks like a ripe orange.

Du Wei, who had not been professionally trained to hold back laughter, couldn't help laughing in the end.

The middle-aged man who was about to open the door and leave suddenly stopped, turned his head and stared at Du Wei and warned:

"I don't know what's so funny about this, but you're about to lose your job, did you know that?!"

Du Wei grinned, took out a mirror and handed it over.

"This young intern doctor happens to know about your illness. Are you sure you don't want to hear about it?"

The middle-aged man took the mirror with some confusion and looked at his face.

When he saw the deep orange color on his face, he immediately opened his mouth in surprise.

His face was full of panic, he was afraid of this orange color!

The middle-aged man immediately forgot about the complaint, turned back hurriedly and asked:

"I...what's going on with me?! Am I seriously ill?"

Du Wei was about to speak when he suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his head.

His expression immediately became ferocious, and cold sweat instantly soaked the white coat on his back, and it took him a while to recover.

When the man saw this formation, he became even more panicked:

"What's wrong? What's wrong with me? Doctor Du Wei, I was wrong before.

Please tell me first, I...I...am I about to die?"

Du Wei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, endured the waves of nausea, and replied with a pale face:

"It's okay, it's my problem. I didn't have breakfast this morning, and now I'm just a little short of sugar.

Your problem is actually much more than just turning orange.

Because you know that it is normal for your skin to turn yellow, but your wife who is sleeping with you does not notice this either.

Then this proves that your wife doesn't care about you at all.

So go back and see if the property has been transferred, your wife is having an affair."

"What?!"

The man looked like he had seen a ghost, and anger almost burst out of his eyes.

Because Du Wei's words simply shattered his fantasy.

"Oh, by the way, have you been eating carrots and vitamin capsules like crazy lately?"

The man was stunned and nodded subconsciously.

"Carotene will make you turn yellow, and the niacin in the vitamin will make you turn red. The combination of the two makes you orange.

If you don’t believe it, you can go back and find a color palette and try it out.

Okay, I have something to do and I have to leave first. If you are worried, you can ask Dr. House for a follow-up visit."

After saying that, Du Wei stood up and pushed the door open regardless of the man's wonderful expression.

On the way out, Du Wei happened to bump into House who had returned from a paid toilet break to sit in the clinic.

House was stunned when he saw Duwei's weak look:

"What’s wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I might have eaten something bad this morning and I have to go to the toilet."

Du Wei said casually and walked quickly to the intensive care unit.

House looked at Du Wei who was walking away, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Du Wei can't control much now.

A huge sense of uneasiness gripped his heart instantly.

He understood that these symptoms were all clinical manifestations of brain tumors.

His previous normalcy almost made him forget that he was a patient with a terminal brain tumor.

Only then did he remember that in order to suppress the pain caused by the brain tumor, he used contraband crazily to confuse his sensory nerves.

Now, the effective time of these things has come.

The pain caused by brain tumors is experiencing a resurgence.

There is only one way to alleviate the pain right now, which is to extend your life!

Counting the time, Rebecca, whose condition has improved slightly after taking prednisone, will soon have the side effects of using steroids!

That would put her on the verge of death again!

But this is also another chance for Du Wei!

…

Cameron, who was asking Rebecca how she felt after taking prednisone, saw Duwei who hurriedly opened the door and said doubtfully:

"Huh? Du Wei, are you here so soon? Is the outpatient clinic over?"

Chase, who was also taking notes nearby, smiled and glanced at Furman after seeing Duwei's figure.

Furman shook his head and handed Chase a ten-dollar bill.

At the same time, he said to Du Wei:

"Boy, you disappoint me too much.

Although I know the patients in the outpatient clinic are very difficult to deal with, you can handle two or three, right?

How come you can't handle any of them? And you still look so ugly?"

Du Wei, whose temples were throbbing with veins, had no time to argue with them about the outpatient clinic.

He ignored Furman's inquiry and looked directly at Rebecca who was sitting on the bed.

At this time, Rebecca raised her head, stared at the ceiling with her eyes blankly, and said with a somewhat panicked expression:

"I can't see."

(Note: The onset of all symptoms will accelerate over time. It will not drag on for two months or three months. I can’t write it down. To prevent someone from trying to take advantage of it, I’ll explain it first.)