American drama life begins with Dr. House

"Du...wei? Father! It's Du...wei's phone number."

A somewhat excited voice with a strange accent rang from the other end of the phone.

Obviously the 'person' who answered the phone was obviously not House, but House's little gorilla - Caesar.

It looks like House gave the little gorilla quite a bit of freedom.

Soon there was a sound of the tapping of a cane on the phone, and then House, who was slightly out of breath, answered the phone and asked unceremoniously:

"What's up?"

Du Wei didn't waste any time and said directly:

"I have a very difficult problem here, probably for the first time in the history of medicine."

House's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard that there were difficult and complicated diseases, especially this kind of case that was the first in the world.

He doesn't have any hobbies, he is just interested in all kinds of strange symptoms.

The human-like Caesar is one of them.

After all, this Caesar, who is smart and has a better learning ability than the little ducks in his team, was brought by Du Wei.

Then there is a high probability that what Du Wei said about the world's first case is true.

Thinking that what he was about to challenge was something unprecedented, House's calm heart gradually became excited.

"Oh? Tell me."

Seeing that House's curiosity had been aroused, Du Wei's lips curled up slightly with a smile and he continued:

"There is a drug that acts on the adrenal glands as an inhibitor, which blocks the interaction between the adrenal glands and their receptors.

If a patient injected with this drug cannot maintain rapid adrenal secretion, he will die.

so……"

After hearing the first half of what Duwei said, House interrupted unceremoniously:

“So if you want to save him, you have to give him a new heart, right?

There are many heart transplant surgeries in the world, but I don’t think this is the first of its kind in the world.”

Du Wei was not surprised by House's words, because heart transplant surgery is indeed one of the more mature surgeries in the world.

Patients who have had mechanical valves replaced can generally survive for more than two years.

but……

"But the transplantation effect of this drug was so good that he only had 24 hours."

After hearing this, House fell into silence.

As the chief physician of the diagnostic department, he naturally understands the consequences of the adrenal gland being strongly suppressed for 24 hours.

Hearts don't just match each other, and mechanical valves don't just exist.

Everything needs to be thoroughly and carefully examined before surgery can be arranged.

In order to increase the success rate of the surgery, there are various body conditioning plans before the surgery.

This series of operations cannot be completed in 24 hours.

So if things are really like what Du Wei said, then what Du Wei wants him to solve is probably how to prolong the patient's life.

This is indeed a headache.

But it was also a rare project that House felt challenged.

After pondering, House finally spoke:

"I need to see the patient."

Finally, House added another sentence:

"The sooner the better."

"I'm afraid this won't work. In order to avoid dying with regrets, he went to fulfill his last wish.

So probably later, you'll see him at Princeton University School of Medicine.

Of course, I will pay overtime pay at ten times the market price.

I hope that all relevant departments in the hospital can work overtime today.

I think you will help me convey this wish to Dean Cady."

House frowned, when did Duwei become so rich?

Ten times the overtime pay for everyone? This is a big expense.

Is this still the intern who needs to make money by betting with gold coins?

Or is it that the organization he joined because of Caesar is actually quite crazy in its ability to make money, so crazy that he can achieve financial freedom?

However, the patient only has 24 hours left to live. Will Du Wei come later?

What on earth was he thinking?

Doesn’t the patient’s life count as life?

"Later? Don't you know that for a dying man, every minute and every second now is precious?

Or do you actually not care about his life or death at all?"

Du Wei smiled on the phone:

"Don't get me wrong, I believe in your strength.

I think even if you only have two hours, you can find a way to extend his life.

As for heart surgery, I will be the one doing the surgery."

Hearing what Duwei said, House could only sigh:

"Okay, everything will be as you wish.

It’s just that I don’t guarantee that I can find a corresponding solution within the limited time.”

"It's okay, just do your best."

After hanging up the phone, Du Wei waved down a yellow taxi and headed towards SpaceX's office building in New York.

The Light of Humanity had already been opened under the management of Donkeys and Bobby when Duwei went to Dubai.

He now wants to bring new technology to the company and replace it with a 3D printed metal mechanical heart.

…

While Duwei was running to keep Frank alive.

Frank is speeding down the street in a low-rider car he stole from a street kid.

Through the hydraulic thruster in the trunk of the vehicle, Frank drove down the street while frantically pulling down each hydraulic lever according to the rhythm of the electronic music DJ in the car.

So today many people in New York saw a low-rider car with crazy graffiti, as if it was suffering from epilepsy, bouncing on the road.

The driving style made the passers-by who were watching couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.

It was obvious that the car was about to tip over several times, but it just managed to get back on track at the most dangerous moment.

Frank, who was constantly looking for excitement while sitting in the car, also maintained a strong excitement in his body due to these stimulating operations.

His heart, which was constantly growing due to congestion, was pumping powerfully. In a trance, Frank seemed to see the heart that was about to beat out of his chest.

In this extreme excitement, he completely failed to notice the figures falling down on the tall buildings on both sides.

It was 47 who was sent by Du Wei to escort him and was dealing with the hidden enemy.

So the guys from the Illuminati didn't expect that Frank would use the guidance of the machine to find Wes, the brother of regional leader Vero.

Soon, a low-rider car, covered in white smoke, parked in front of the Prince Restaurant in a high and low position.

Frank, who was sweaty and with his clothes open, strode into the restaurant and looked around before walking straight to Wes, a thug in a suit who was dining in the company of a beautiful woman.

Then with a look of contempt, he spat provocatively on the dinner plate and walked towards the kitchen.

Looking at the conspicuous spit on the steak on the plate, Weiss looked stunned.

It had been many years since he had met such a guy who was not afraid of death.

The last person who provoked him like this is already lying in the cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

It seems that due to the recent changes in New York, all the old people who knew him have died.

It's time to teach these new people what respect means.

Weiss watched Frank walk into the kitchen with side eyes, then put down the fork in his hand, picked the sharpest carving knife from the table and stood up.

Then when the bodyguard following him reached his hand to his waist and prepared to draw a gun, he raised his hand to indicate that there was no need to do this and that he would deal with this guy himself.

Killing people with a gun doesn't have much deterrence in a beautiful country.

The only way to make people fear you is to leave horrific wounds on your body with a knife and then hang it under a conspicuous overpass!

His reputation did not come from his bodyguards, he earned his reputation with his own hands!

If you want to restore your reputation, the fastest way is to use horrific and bloody methods to punish the provocateurs!

Weiss stood up, pulled down his suit, and strode into the kitchen.

However, at a glance, there was no Frank in the kitchen, only the chefs wearing chef hats who were busy.

But Wes noticed that the kitchen door to the Prince's alley was open.

If nothing else, that guy should have escaped from here.

Weiss snorted coldly, trying to escape after being provoked? How could such a good thing happen?

He walked directly towards the alley with the knife, but what he didn't notice was that in the blind spot of his perspective, a man with sweat on his head and bloodshot eyes slowly stood up, it was Frank.

Frank stared at the unsuspecting Wes with malicious eyes, then he took a sharp kitchen knife for chopping meat from the round chopping board nearby, and followed Wes out of the back door.

Weiss, who didn't find Frank in the alley as far as the back door could see, realized something was wrong, but it was too late.

A gust of wind sounded from behind him, and in a panic, he quickly raised his hands to try to resist.

Poof!

The sound of blood splattering came, and Weiss was a little stunned as he watched his neatly broken arm fall to the ground from his shoulder and did not recover for a long time.

Then the severe pain came from his shoulder, causing him to squat on the ground with a distorted face and scream.

Frank looked at the bloody scene in front of him, his heart beating hard.

This is the thrill of revenge!

If he can't live, then these guys must die too!

"Hey, Weiss, aren't you Illuminati awesome? Why didn't you expect me to show up here? Huh?"

After saying the last word, Frank didn't even ask Wes' brother, the Illuminati leader Vero, about the whereabouts. He just raised the knife and slashed Wes's arm.

Blood spurted out from the broken shoulder wound like a fountain, staining the smoke-blackened wall of the kitchen with blood.

Then Frank grabbed Weiss's neatly combed hair and forced him to raise his face with distorted features:

"You want to say something? Weiss? Like where is your asshole brother?"

Even though the stubborn Weiss lost both arms, even though he was in great pain now, even though he already felt that he was going to die if he didn't seek medical treatment, he did not betray his brother. Instead, he spat and cursed angrily:

"Fxxking your xylophone, you bitch!"

Frank laughed when he heard Wes' answer, let go of his hand, and let Wes' head hit the kitchen sewage in the back alley.

Then he raised the butcher knife high and swung it down violently.

A head rolled around like a ball on the dirty ground in the back alley for several times, and finally leaned against the wall and stopped moving.

Judging from the unyielding look on his face, it was Weiss who was extremely angry just now.

Standing there, Frank looked at Wes's separated head and felt extremely comfortable.

At least someone has been buried with him now!

But after venting his anger, Frank finally remembered that he had been too impulsive and actually cut off this only clue.

He won't just kill someone if he's not satisfied. He can't go very far in 24 hours, but it shouldn't be a problem to kill all the Illuminati in the New York area.

Frank let out a soft breath and started groping around Wes's body, and soon got the cell phone that everyone must have from Wes's body.

Looking at the password lock that lit up on the screen of his mobile phone, Frank just said to the air:

"Can the machine hack into it?"

"Yes, you need to connect it to the computer."

Frank nodded, regardless of wiping the blood all over his body, he went straight to a Starbucks on the roadside and walked in.

The clerk quietly called the police and punched a customer unconscious, then snatched his computer.

Then I borrowed the person's data cable to connect the phone to the computer, and saw a green Android robot appear on the screen. Then several passwords were automatically entered, and the security of the phone was cracked in one second.

system.

After Frank said thank you, he immediately looked through Wes's address book and found Vero's phone number.

"Hey bro, what's up?"

"Hey, Vero, do you still recognize me?"

Upon hearing Frank's voice, Vero's face immediately changed.

He has not forgotten what he did yesterday.

They used fishing to capture Frank, who frequented nightclubs!

Because through various clues, they had reason to suspect that this guy who suddenly appeared in New York was related to a mysterious force.

And this mysterious force has already begun to interfere with their plans at Princeton, and even had its presence behind the end of the epidemic virus some time ago.

They didn't know it originally, but the information from the Blood Hand Faction showed that a guest revealed key information when he drank too much.

No one knows this information except the Illuminati and the invaders.

That guest was none other than Frank.

That's how this plot happened.

But now that Vero received the call, he had a bad feeling in his heart. He quickly asked:

"Where's my brother? Let him answer the phone!"

Frank sneered:

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid he can't answer the phone now because his head can't seem to move back.

It seems like you should have killed me with one shot when you had the chance.

Now I'm coming to kill you, are you ready?

Tick ​​tock, tick tock, Willow, your time is running out.

Yeah, why don't you speak? Are you afraid?"

“#……&*%……&￥%”

Frank laughed and hung up the phone amid a stream of obscenities.

He said so much just to buy some time for the machine to locate. Now that the location has been found, it's time to take revenge!

Frank, who pronounced Vero's death sentence on the phone, glared fiercely at the passers-by who wanted to do something brave, and then directly got into a taxi waiting to pick up passengers.

But Frank suddenly felt a pain in his heart as he was sitting in a taxi. This made him instantly understand that the excitement of riding in a car alone would not allow him to produce enough adrenaline to maintain normal functioning of his body.

And it seems that the influence of various stimulations on him is weakening now, and he needs stronger stimulation.

In other words, he should go to the hospital before going to settle the score with Vero.

Thinking of this, Frank immediately got out of the car, opened the door of the cab, grabbed the driver's collar and threw him to the ground in the stunned eyes, and then drove the car into the opposite direction of traffic and drove away.

.

The driver who fell to the ground looked dazed for a moment. He almost thought he was still in Los Santos.

…

While Frank was rushing against the traffic flow to get Aveline from the hospital, Duwei was already sitting in the CEO's office of SpaceX.

Donkey Sk looked at Duwei's arrival with a face filled with surprise.

Because when Du Wei greeted him before coming, he said that he would bring him the bionic technology that he had always been coveted.

This made Donkey Sk very excited.

He had seen the android Lincoln with his own eyes, and he was really envious of the technology that far surpassed his own 'Optimus Prime' robot.

Now that Du Wei said that he was willing to use this technology as the first technology of the new company, it naturally made him so excited that he couldn't help rubbing his hands.

After the charming secretary finished making coffee, Lusk waved her hand to leave the office, and started the first-level secret conversation defense strategy.

In this way, no one can monitor their conversation today.

Then Donkey Sk's fanatical eyes fell on the solid-state drive that Du Wei took out.

He knew that there was something he had longed for for a long time, something that was enough to change the current pattern of the human world!

Bionic man with complete thinking ability!

What an astounding technology!

And now he will have it!

But just when he wanted to reach out and take the hard drive from Du Wei's hand, he found that he couldn't pick up the hard drive that Du Wei was holding.

Feeling that Du Wei had no intention of letting go, Luske retracted his hand angrily and said:

"Sorry, I'm a little excited."

Du Wei chuckled and placed the hard drive on the table.

This time, Donkeyk didn't rush to get the hard drive. Instead, he just waited for Du Wei to speak.

"First of all, the bionic human technology you have been longing for is actually limited by a very critical material - the wisdom metal brought by meteorites.

This metal has been mined to a large extent now. In the past, you might have had to wait a long time before you had a chance to get your hands on this stuff.

But now an opportunity is coming."

Having said this, Duwei paused and pointed to the top of his head.

"There is a comet above us that is powerful enough to destroy the earth and is flying towards us rapidly.

If we can convince the officials of the beautiful country to join forces with other countries to use weapons to crush it high in the atmosphere.

Then we have the possibility of mass-producing bionic humans."

"comet?"

Lusk was obviously taken aback.

He seemed to have heard this news mentioned by someone on a morning comedy show.

But as the owner of the 'Space

But now that the news came out of Du Wei's mouth, he couldn't help but ignore it.

Du Wei never lies!

"Yes, it's a comet. I think you can talk to Dr. Mindy about the specific situation first."

(Thank you! God Shao#, the beaten boy, the sauce sipid, _ red ink, the erosion in the wind, finding the monthly ticket of the life of the people, thank you!)