American drama life begins with Dr. House

John, who fell to the ground, glanced at the gauze that had cracked due to force and was stained with blood again.

"Sorry, it was an instinctive reaction. It seems that I need to trouble you to re-bandage it for me.

Don't worry, I will give you the twelve gold coins exactly."

Du Wei shrugged and said he was not surprised, then walked forward and helped John to the operating bed:

"I'm curious, will your strong instinctive reaction not cause harm to the person next to you?"

Hearing Duwei's question, John's eyes darkened:

"She's dead."

Du Wei, who knew the important information, kept his hands on his hands and disinfected the wounds while asking:

"I'm sorry, is it because the enemy came to your door?"

John shook his head, his eyes full of memories:

"No, it's cancer."

Du Wei skillfully cut the broken thread and pulled it out from under the skin:

"Then you must miss her very much. Did she leave anything for you?"

When he heard this, he didn't know whether it was physical pain or psychological pain. The corners of John's eyes twitched slightly:

"Helen chose a beagle named Daisy for me. She hoped that with its company, I would not be lonely."

Du Wei nodded. Since the beagle is still there, it means that the story of the rapid pursuit has not officially begun.

John's current situation is purely because he was injured during the mission.

Then Du Wei will naturally not be implicated by John.

But at this time, John should be ready to quit his career as a killer.

Duwei, who was slightly lost in thought, accidentally touched John's wound.

John gasped again:

"I wish I had a bottle of whiskey here now."

Du Wei smiled, refocused on sewing up the wound, and finally covered it with clean medical gauze:

"Hey, it's better not to go to the bar if you have a wound.

But killers don’t need company, and it looks like you’re ready to quit this profession.”

John did not deny it. He stood up from the operating bed and put on his black suit:

"Yes, she doesn't like me doing this job. For her, this is my last order."

Then John took out twelve gold coins from his pocket and placed them on the blood-stained surgical tray.

"You deserve this. I hope we don't have to meet again in the future."

Du Wei smiled inexplicably, reached out and took away the twelve gold coins:

"Of course, if possible, I don't want to see you again. I wish you a smooth retirement."

"Thanks, bye."

Watching John's leaving figure, Du Wei weighed the gold coins in his hand.

Made of pure gold, it will last for a while.

As for John's life, Duwei didn't really want to get involved.

Killers have always been a life-and-death industry.

It's okay to let Du Wei be the night shift doctor at the Continental Hotel, but it's not okay to let him bind John.

Du Wei shook his head and temporarily suppressed the idea of ​​going to the Continental Hotel to work as a night shift doctor.

Then Du Wei found the information about the black property dealer among the messy memories in his mind.

Many illegal drugs in the predecessor were purchased from that person.

As long as you have money, you can get arms from the Bear Country, not to mention some targeted drugs.

Soon, ten gold coins were exchanged for targeted drugs for brain cancer and some analgesics.

Of course, Du Wei also bought a black Glock-17 with simple structure, easy maintenance and stable performance.

In this country that prides itself on freedom, not having a gun for self-defense is not a good thing.

Then, after rejecting the solicitation of a cool lady wandering the streets at midnight, Du Wei walked into an ordinary hotel and asked for a single room.

Du Wei then poured half a bottle of analgesic tablets into his mouth without hesitation.

Under such circumstances, he finally got a good sleep that he had not experienced for many years.

the next day.

Du Wei returned to the hospital and happily waited for critically ill patients to come to his door.

But Chase beside him had already started playing the crossword puzzle skillfully, while Furman was sitting in a bored daze in his seat.

Cameron, who was sitting in front of the computer, frowned at the emails he received.

Duwei didn't see a single figure from House.

Everyone seemed to be doing nothing.

Only then did he remember that this seemed to be the norm in the diagnostic department.

There are more, if not more, incurable diseases in the world, but there are indeed days when there is nothing to do.

The doctors in the diagnostic department are always on call and will not arrange other work.

So everyone can only wait here boredly.

But Du Wei couldn't wait for what they were waiting for.

Du Wei's life is still passing by moment by moment, waiting is a waste of life!

Duwei glanced at Cameron, who looked hesitantly at the mail, and remembered that many difficult and complicated diseases were discovered in the mail, but House would deliberately ignore these letters.

But Cameron, who answered House's email, was kind-hearted and hated other people's pleadings.

Therefore, Cameron should be wondering whether to forge House's signature to make an appointment with the patient.

Thinking of this, Du Wei stood up and walked to Cameron, giving him a weight that affected the scale:

"Leaving the medical elite idle is a huge waste of resources. I think we should reduce the workload on House's mailbox."

Cameron turned around and looked at this intern who had no sense of existence before in shock.

In her impression, on days when there were no patients, the intern would hide somewhere and be lazy, and would not be seen until after dinner or after get off work.

Why, since yesterday, the intern Du Wei's whole person seems to have changed and he has become very active.

Seeing Cameron's surprised look, Du Wei smiled:

"Don't worry, House will be very interested in difficult cases."

Cameron nodded, made up his mind, and began to reply to the email.

Furman, who was in a daze, couldn't help but want to have some fun after hearing Du Wei's words:

“Boy, you’ve only been here a few days and you already think you understand House well?

I think compared to those difficult diseases.

House would rather see sexy beauties wearing low-waisted jeans.

If you don’t believe it, how about we make a bet for ten dollars?

You can’t even get out ten dollars, can you?”

Du Wei smiled, took out one of the two remaining gold coins from yesterday and threw it on the table:

"Want to bet? I'll put up a gold coin and bet that House won't blame Cameron for making the claim privately."

A gold coin?

Furman's eyes narrowed. He didn't expect that a guy who came from a welfare institution and relied on scholarships throughout his studies could actually have such a financial background.

Shouldn't this Du Wei be like me, with little savings and having to work hard on his own?

Why did this kid suddenly transform into a rich second generation like Chase?

Furman said he didn't understand, very much.

"Where did you get this gold coin?"

(Slightly changed the chronological order before the start of the chase.)