American drama life begins with Dr. House

"Ah, it hurts!"

A cry of pain came from the mouth of the female killer.

There was no other reason than that the surgical scissors pricked the right breast of the female killer who fell to the ground.

Du Wei smiled and helped the female killer to the bed, and took off the safety measure - the sheet that bound her feet.

"Sorry, in order to avoid being killed by your instinct, I took some small safety measures."

The female killer gasped and looked at Du Wei in front of her in shock.

As usual, after the doctor finished treating me, I was eager to leave here immediately.

How could he stay in the room like the Du Wei in front of him and wait to see the killer's instinctive reaction?

This man must be sick!

Looking at the frightened and angry look in the female killer's eyes, Du Wei smiled sheepishly.

When he was about to pull out the surgical scissors, he suddenly noticed that there was no blood coming out from where the scissors were inserted.

Feeling confused, Du Wei gently moved the tail of the surgical scissors, and a wave of ripples suddenly rippled out.

The female killer took another breath and realized that she was now naked.

She subconsciously reached out to protect her breasts and put her hands on the surgical scissors.

Poof!

The surgical scissors penetrated deeply again and actually punctured the sphere!

Immediately afterwards, a hissing sound of air leakage was heard, which immediately plunged the room into an embarrassing scene.

Du Wei didn't expect that such a thing would happen. The female killer's breasts really had the effect of reducing the damage.

He was stunned for a while and then he hesitated and said:

"Well, I really haven't studied anything related to medical beauty..."

"Get out of here!"

The angry female killer pulled out the scissors and threw them at Du Wei.

What's strange is that there is no blood flowing out of her right breast, but something like colloid is constantly seeping out along the holes.

After easily dodging the scissors swung by the female killer out of anger, Du Wei said:

"Well, in terms of remuneration..."

The angry female killer took out a gold coin and threw it out the door, shouting:

"roll!"

Listening to the angry roar, Du Wei ran out of the room, picked up the gold coins on the ground, and walked towards the lobby on the first floor.

As for customer attitudes? Who cares.

This is not a regular hospital, as long as people are alive.

Now it's time for him to find Karen to apply for employment!

When Duwei reappeared in the lobby, Karen had a surprised expression on his face.

Naturally, he also got the information that Winston got.

Both of them had similar judgments. They believed that Du Wei, who had little practical experience, was probably trembling with fear and was stopped by the old doctor who was hiding in the cabinet and observing.

Stop here refers to shooting.

If you can't be your own person, you have to die.

This is the cold-blooded rule of the killer organization.

But now that Du Wei appears here in good condition, it means that he has completed the test!

This was really beyond his expectation.

Fortunately, his many years of experience allowed him to quickly put away his surprise and handed the wooden box that he had prepared long ago to Du Wei.

"Welcome to become one of us. As a night shift doctor, you will have the permanent right to use Room 211.

Of course, the premise is that you need to complete the task of treating at least ten patients every month.

This wooden box contains everything you need, fake identity, fake documents, rules, address book, etc.

At the same time, all services in the industry will be open to you.

In addition, as a doctor, you will enjoy our protection as long as you do not violate the rules.

Well, I wish you a happy life."

Du Wei took the wooden box and didn't ask what would happen if he didn't complete the task.

For a killer, the only result of mission failure is death.

The same is true for doctors.

Du Wei took the wooden box and took the elevator to the second floor while everyone was looking at him.

After Du Wei left, the lobby immediately became lively.

"Karen, is that guy the new doctor?"

"Yes."

"He looks very young, can he do it?

I don’t feel comfortable putting my life in the hands of a boy with no hair on his head.”

Karen glanced at the female killer coming out of the elevator clutching her chest:

"You can ask Melina if he can do it."

"Eh? Melina, what are you covering your breasts for? That kid didn't do anything to you, right?

Why don't you tell me how good his life is?"

Melina, who was teased, looked fiercely at the man sitting in the lobby:

"Marcus, if you don't want to die, just shut up!"

Marcus chuckled, not caring about Melina's threat at all:

"Tsk, look at how lively you are, that kid's job is pretty good."

Melina glared at Marcus fiercely, and then she slapped a gold coin heavily on the service table:

"Karen, I need a plastic surgeon!"

…

Du Wei naturally didn't know about the episode behind it.

He followed the door number and found his own room, No. 211.

After entering the house, Du Wei threw aside the wooden box in his hand.

Then he swallowed a whole bottle of analgesics and used some kind of mind-numbing drug.

Then he lay down on the soft big bed and fell asleep.

Performing arterial sutures consumed too much of his energy, and now he had no energy to care about other things.

The next day, Du Wei was awakened by a headache from his deep sleep.

Du Wei sighed softly and swallowed a whole bottle of analgesics again.

Then I got dressed and opened the door to go out.

When arriving at the lobby, Karen suddenly said:

"Mr. Duwei, do you need pick-up service?"

Du Wei raised his eyebrows:

"free?"

Karen smiled slightly:

"It appears that Mr. Duwe did not read the information in the box yesterday.

Transportation service is only one of the rights enjoyed by doctors.

You can treat the Continental Hotel as your own home.”

Du Wei smiled and said nothing.

Home? Are you so stupid that the person who owns the Continental Hotel has a grave with grass three feet high?

However, Du Wei would not refuse this free pick-up service.

Soon, Du Wei, who was on his way to work, appeared in the conference room of the diagnostic department.

Today is different from yesterday when I was doing nothing.

None of the four diagnosticians, including House, are here.

After asking a passing nurse, Du Wei learned that a new patient came to the emergency room last night whose blood pressure was completely unresponsive to intravenous injection.

This symptom immediately piqued House's interest.

So even though it was not officially time to go to work, he took his three assistants to the ward to understand the situation.

Before Du Wei had time to go to the ward to see the patient, House had already returned with the three of them.

I saw House frowning and thinking about something.

He ignored Du Wei and walked straight past Du Wei into the diagnostic department's office.

But when Furman behind him saw Du Wei standing in the corridor, he immediately snorted:

"Boy, what time is it? Do you have any sense of time?"

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