American drama life begins with Dr. House

Du Wei spread his hands:

"Does it matter where the gold coins come from? You won't be able to bring something of equal value, right?

Forget it, I still..."

Before Du Wei could finish his words, he was interrupted by Furman:

"No, I'll follow. I hope you won't regret losing gold coins when the time comes!

Chase, how much is a gold coin worth?”

Chase put down the newspaper in his hand, picked up the gold coins on the table and observed them.

As a second-generation rich man, he had naturally received many gold coins, and he could tell almost at a glance that this was a pure gold coin.

Although pure gold coins are nothing to the highly paid medical profession.

But for an intern who came out of a welfare institution, it is indeed a huge sum of money.

"$3,000, speaking of which, how about I join?

Well, I bet House will be angry about the extra work."

Furman frowned slightly:

"What? Chase, do you want to compete with me for this money too?"

Chase chuckled:

"It's better to have fun alone than to have fun together. The important thing is to participate. Cameron, would you like to join us too?"

Cameron, who had just replied to the email, glanced at Du Wei and said:

"I don't have as much money as you. I'll bet $100 that House won't be angry."

Hearing Cameron's bet, Furman grinned and said:

"Cameron, I will accept the money you sent without any courtesy. I will treat you to dinner another day."

Cameron shook his head:

"What? Have you already concluded that House will be furious because of this? I don't think so."

Furman smiled and stopped talking.

He had long decided that House was a bastard. Since he was a bastard, House would not miss out on what a bastard should do.

Soon, an angry House pushed open the door of the diagnostic department and walked in.

"When did my signature become so girly? Hmm? Did you see the 'g'?

Why is it drawn as a circle above?

This is not my font at all, do you know what I think?

The guy who can write in this font must be a lesbian, right?”

Hearing House's angry roar, Furman and Chase looked at each other and smiled.

House's performance was exactly as they predicted.

Furman even looked at Du Wei with pity.

Three thousand US dollars is only one-seventh of his salary as a formal doctor.

But for intern Du Wei, that may be all he has.

Losing a gold coin would probably make Du Wei heartbroken.

But Furman did not see the expected face with distorted features due to regret and sadness.

Duwei just sat there calmly and listened to House's complaints.

But Cameron couldn't help but explain to House:

"Listen to my explanation, you are too busy and it is simply impossible for them to seek medical treatment from you through normal channels.

They have tried calling, emailing, and coming to the clinic to see you directly..."

After hearing that others had paid so much for his diagnosis, the angry expression on House's face gradually softened:

"Persistence does not mean that they deserve my attention. What I pay attention to are only those diseases that other hospitals are not good at.

Next time you want to attract my attention, you might as well dress with something bold, such as low-waisted sexy jeans."

Cameron simply ignored House's trash talk:

"A 16-year-old male patient suffered from ghosting and night terrors of unknown origin. He has been to many hospitals, but the source has not been found..."

As soon as these words came out, House immediately became interested and interrupted:

"Night terrors? Is it like seeing a scene in a horror movie?"

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, House took out his crutches, stood up, and strode outside.

Cameron asked a little strangely:

"where did you go?"

House said as he walked:

"Normally I don't like talking to patients, but night terrors in a 16-year-old?

This may involve a violation issue, and I must talk to him in person.

Well done, Cameron."

Good job?

Cameron's face actually showed joy.

But the look on Furman's face was not pretty.

He never expected that things would turn around in the end.

House actually wasn't angry anymore because Cameron forged his signature to make an appointment with a patient.

This means he lost! Lost $3000 to Duwei!

Duwei stood up with a smile and took away the gold coins placed on the table, and then said before following House's footsteps:

"You will put the $3,000 into my card, right?"

As a second-generation rich man, Chase didn't care, he just felt a little frustrated.

"Of course, there is no need for me to default on my debt, Furman, what do you think?"

Furman snorted coldly:

"I don't know how, okay, just use this money as an internship subsidy for you.

It saves you from having to change the clothes inside."

Du Wei smiled:

"Thank you for your concern. I will use the money to buy myself a set of decent clothes after get off work."

Furman felt quite uncomfortable when he thought that he was helping Du Wei change his clothes.

He has a family to support and a house to buy, and he has not been willing to change these sets of clothes for several years.

As a result, I didn’t change my own clothes, but I helped others change their clothes first.

No, you have to find a chance to win it back!

Furman looked at the backs of the people who were gradually walking away and quickly followed them.

As long as Du Wei is still interning here, he will always have a chance to win it back!

…

Soon, everyone followed House to an empty clinic room.

Here they met a family of three.

The boy sat on the diagnosis chair with a worried face, while his parents looked worried.

After House glanced at the parents, he examined the child himself.

After observing the pupils, House put down the instrument.

"The edges are good, no damage, the color is good, well, there are only two possible reasons for a teenage boy's night terrors.

Stress caused by trauma or being assaulted, so Dan, were you in a fight or injured at school?"

Dan shook his head:

"No."

"Oh, that's another possibility. Has anyone sexually harassed you?

A teacher? A neighbor who seems kind? Or your parents?

I don’t think your parents would admit this."

After these words were spoken, most people present changed their expressions.

If true, this is an extremely serious accusation.

Dan's parents, including himself, immediately denied the claims.

Then Dan revealed the truth:

"There was trauma, I hit my head during a lacrosse game.

But before I was injured, I had ghosting from time to time."

House shook his head, leaned on crutches, and prepared to leave:

"Double vision before the injury means it's time for you to get glasses, kid.

It's the eye doctor you should see, not me."

"Wait, Doctor House, listen to me..."

Dan's father immediately tried to prevent House from leaving.

But House just said:

"If you don't believe my diagnosis, why do you need to see me?

I've made the diagnosis, OK, that's it."

But when House was about to step out of the door, Duwei suddenly stopped in front of House, and then pointed his finger at Dan's legs hanging under the chair:

"Wait a minute, take a look at his legs. They've been twitching unconsciously."