American drama life begins with Dr. House

Seeing that Finch had joined his camp, Du Wei smiled slightly and continued:

"Hey, there will be a chance, but not now.

Now that we only have Rise, we are far from their match.

We still need more allies.

So, I need you to help me monitor a person, a delivery person."

Finch was a little curious:

"who is it?"

Du Wei handed over the note with the address that he had prepared long ago.

"Frank Martin, an underground courier, usually delivers packages for underground forces.

It seems like he's a bad guy because he's transporting stuff that will destroy countless families.

But in the near future, he will undergo a change.

And I need you to wait for this change and pull him into our camp."

Finch raised his eyebrows:

"Is this what you saw on the machine too?"

Du Wei chuckled and looked at Finch pointedly:

"Of course, maybe the machine doesn't even realize what it saw. After all, it has just learned to learn."

Hearing this, Finch's face instantly stiffened.

This Du Wei really knows everything.

He even knew that he left a piece of code for the machine to learn by itself.

Under the influence of this code, the machine can achieve rapid growth through the collected data, which is what people often call ‘AI’.

But to be honest, only he and the machine know about this.

What Du Wei said inadvertently proved once again that he was a genuine 'prophet'.

It seems that there is nothing in this world that can be hidden from Du Wei. The only pity is that Du Wei will not live long.

Seeing the pity in Finch's eyes, Duwei shook his head:

"Don't worry about me, I will never die before I see the high table destroyed.

Okay, I have to go to work. Just go and do whatever you need to do with Rise.

By the way, you can find me during off-duty hours.

Before we have enough strength, I am willing to save some innocent people with you first."

After finishing speaking, Duvilla opened the door of the utility room and walked towards the diagnostic department.

Finch looked at Du Wei's leaving back and unconsciously thought about Du Wei's motives.

Did Gaodaizhi kill Du Wei's parents? Is that why Du Wei has such a big resentment?

Watching the high table fall apart even if you drag your breath away?

But according to the information he obtained, Du Wei had only recently interacted with the Continental Hotel.

How much hatred is this?

Finch, who couldn't figure it out, looked at the address recorded on the paper in his hand and slowly left the hospital.

The high-top table is really a behemoth.

…

Du Wei, who was walking towards the diagnostic department, suddenly caught a glimpse of three nuns walking in the door of the hospital and walking towards the direction of Clinic No. 1.

This is a rare visitor to Princeton University Hospital.

Generally, this kind of nuns first choose the parish hospital. They will only choose another option when they encounter a disease that cannot be treated by the parish hospital.

Obviously, we are running into this situation now.

Du Wei quickly searched in his mind.

It didn't take long to understand what was going to happen next.

So he changed his steps and no longer went to the diagnostic office, but instead went to Clinic No. 1.

House, who had just received a patient who was reading a magazine and fishing, saw Du Wei coming in and said casually:

"Hey, you're back? It seems like the detective didn't give you any trouble yesterday.

If you are here to ask what kind of work you need to do.

Then I can tell you that there are no difficult or complicated diseases that require consultation today, so you can just treat it as a day off.

If it doesn’t work, go out and buy a cup of coffee for each of us and then come back.”

Du Wei smiled and pointed to the trio of nuns sitting outside:

"No, I saw them coming, and I was a little curious and wanted to come over to see if there were any illnesses that we wanted to treat.

As far as I know, their respective dioceses have their own hospitals, and generally they would not come to us."

When House heard that it was a nun, his eyes lit up and he immediately became interested.

Of course, he was not excited because of the nun's identity, he was excited about the possible illnesses in the nun.

House is such a man who likes challenges.

"Really? Let them come in. I'm also curious about what kind of disease needs to be treated here."

Soon, three nuns wearing headscarves walked into Clinic No. 1.

Looking at the somewhat restrained nuns, Du Wei was the first to speak and break the silence:

"Hello, I am Dr. Du Wei, an intern who has just arrived. I am mainly responsible for record keeping.

This is my teacher, Dr. House, who is also the best doctor in our hospital.

So if you have any discomfort, you can tell him and he will give you the best treatment plan."

The nuns looked at each other, and then an older nun spoke to the nun in the middle:

"Augustin, show him your hands."

The young nun known as Augustine rolled up the sleeves of both hands, revealing two arms that seemed to have been burned by fire.

House picked up Augustine's hands without disdain and inspected them. After asking a few routine questions, House diagnosed with some disappointment:

"Contact dermatitis, you are allergic to the cleaning soap."

Upon hearing House's confident diagnosis, the elderly nun next to her immediately retorted:

"Nonsense, we all use the same soap and use it for the same time, why don't we have allergies?"

Haosen has always scorned such doubts.

He just laughed and said to Du Wei:

"You see, patients always don't trust doctors' judgment.

They always want to hear what they want to hear.

They always want the doctor to tell them again and again before they can believe that this is the correct diagnosis.

But they didn't know that people can also be allergic to items that they are exposed to for a long time.

Just like this time."

House said as he turned his head and took out the medicine from the cabinet on the side:

"Good news, the medicine prescribed this time has a trial version and is free to use.

Diphenhydramine, an antihistamine, is usually used to block allergic diseases caused by skin and mucous membranes.

Take one tablet every eight hours. The side effect is that it may cause drowsiness. You can just get some over-the-counter cortisone ointment for external use later.”

Augustine took the diphenhydramine and said with a smile:

"Thank you, doctor."

"The medicine takes effect very quickly and takes effect within a few minutes. Do you need to take it with water?"

Augustine smiled and refused:

"I brought my own tea."

House was noncommittal about this, and when he was about to leave the clinic, Duwei suddenly grabbed him.

"I think we should stay here to observe the patient's reaction after taking the medicine."

House thought for a while and realized that he should really set a good example for this intern.

For a lazy doctor like him, one is enough. If there are two, the outpatient clinic of this hospital will be completely useless in the future.

So House sat back in his seat and waited for the medicine to take effect.

But soon, after taking the medicine, Augustine felt his chest felt tight and he couldn't breathe.

Something is obviously wrong with this situation!