American drama life begins with Dr. House

After leaving the operating room, Duwei bumped into House who was waiting for him.

House waved to Duwei and indicated that he had something to say in his office.

Du Wei nodded and followed.

After closing the door, House asked Duwei:

"Tell me, what happened during the operation?"

Duwei did not hide anything and told House exactly what happened during the craniotomy.

House deliberately selected some details to ask during Du Wei's speech, which confirmed from the side that everything Du Wei said was true.

However, there is one biggest flaw in Duwei's words that House thinks is extremely unreasonable.

"Don't you feel any discomfort during the operation? Why is that?"

Duwei was already prepared for House's questions.

No intern should be as calm as him.

But to be honest, Du Wei, who has experienced many craniotomy surgeries, really doesn't feel scared.

He even felt a little friendly.

Of course, you can't say this to House, so he prepared another set of words that are difficult to distinguish between true and false:

"Actually, before I came here as an intern, I served as a combat doctor on a foreign battlefield for a short period of time.

So many injuries are commonplace for me.

But that experience was in a gray area after all, so I didn’t mention it in my resume.”

House raised his eyebrows in surprise, which would explain a lot of things.

For example, Du Wei’s stability in surgery.

You must know that the situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, so the operation must be performed quickly and accurately.

Otherwise, there may be no chance in the next second.

House nodded, accepting Duwei's statement.

"Okay, you can get off work. I'll be there to guide you at Furman's place.

This guy is probably over the top, and being angry with an intern like you is really getting better and better."

Du Wei nodded, not really caring about Furman's opinion.

As long as he can save people, it doesn't matter what Furman's attitude is.

Standing at the door of the hospital again, Du Wei was no longer as confused as he was yesterday.

He looked around, then stopped a yellow taxi and told the driver to go to the Continental Hotel.

The driver glanced at Du Wei's clothes and smiled.

As a taxi driver, he has extremely sophisticated vision.

In other words, he thought he was very accurate in judging people.

The Continental Hotel is a well-known five-star chain hotel, and it is not something that a poor guy wearing this kind of clothing can afford.

This guy probably went there with the intention of stealing or robbing.

After all, the people who come and go there are all powerful and wealthy people. As long as he picks up something casually, it will be enough for this poor boy to live happily for a long time.

But the driver wouldn't say that. As long as the poor boy could afford the fare, he didn't care what the boy was going to do.

Not only would he not care about it, but he would also lead this poor boy to take more detours to make more money.

Because he had just taken advantage of the traffic jam ahead and tentatively drove to the wrong section of the road, and the kid in the back seat didn't say anything to stop him.

So no matter whether this poor boy has enough money or not, he is already a fat sheep in the eyes of the driver.

It doesn't matter if he can't pay by then. As an experienced driver, he knows a lot of channels.

When the time comes to squeeze this young body, there will always be a way to make this kid pay back the money.

Thinking of this, the driver, who was in a happy mood, turned up the electronic music playing on the radio a little louder, and squirmed in the driver's seat to the rhythm.

Du Wei, who sat in the back seat, didn't know that he was already a fat sheep in the heart of the veteran driver.

Being bored, he took out the only two Continental Hotel gold coins he had and played them with his fingers to the rhythm of the music on the radio.

When the driver saw this through the rearview mirror, his excitement immediately calmed down as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him, and his mouth opened slightly into an O-shape.

Because he completely saw the appearance of the gold coins flying up and down between Du Wei's fingers, he was suddenly shocked.

In a city, taxi drivers are undoubtedly very knowledgeable.

Therefore, some secret news has long been circulated in their industry.

For example, in this world, some people use some special gold coins as hard currency.

According to rumors, these gold coins are hard currency issued by the killer organization for internal transactions.

He also heard that there are twelve relief styles printed on the gold coins, and these relief styles are related to the twelve seats of a mysterious organization and the high table.

Whoever issues the task will have their power embossed on the reward gold coins collected.

This is the original origin of gold coins.

Now of the two gold coins in Du Wei's hand, one has a lion and a shield in relief, representing the Camorra behind it.

The other one has a relief of a ferocious hand, representing the Blood Hand faction behind it.

According to rumors, the young man sitting in his back seat took on at least two missions and completed them without any injuries.

This is not a poor boy, but a ruthless person who is absolutely right!

Thinking of this, the driver couldn't help but press the accelerator a little faster.

After all, the rumors say that these guys can kill three people in a row even with just one chopstick!

He didn't want to be killed because he delayed the passengers.

Although there are no sharp objects in his car that can be used, what if it happens?

The driver restrained his initial contempt and did not dare to treat Du Wei as a fat sheep.

He honestly followed the fastest route and drove towards the Continental Hotel.

Du Wei naturally noticed something strange about the driver. After all, the driver, who had been very happy just now, suddenly became silent. No one felt that something was wrong.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"No...it's okay. I suddenly feel urgent to urinate, so I'll speed up and deliver you as soon as possible."

The driver stuttered a little.

Du Wei nodded to express his understanding.

Little did he know that his question made the driver's back wet with cold sweat, for fear that Du Wei would notice his initial detour operation.

Soon, with the driver driving at a dangerous speed, Du Wei quickly arrived at the Continental Hotel with a black awning at the door.

After getting off the bus, Du Wei suddenly remembered that he had not paid the fare and was about to turn around to pay.

The driver didn't even care that the back seat door was not closed, he just stepped on the accelerator and ran away.

Du Wei frowned slightly and whispered:

"Isn't it just an urgent need to urinate? Humans are not birds. People have bladders. There is no need to be so urgent.

I don’t even want any money, I really don’t understand, are all Princeton drivers so rich?”

Du Wei shook his head and walked towards the interior of the Continental Hotel facing the scrutinizing gaze of the security guard under the black awning.

(Some modifications have been made to the twelve seats on the high table, after all, some of them cannot be written.)