Du Wei shook his somewhat drowsy head and opened his eyes.

The eyes were bright lights and scantily clad women kneeling in front of them.

Her face with heavy makeup was stained with two lines of tears.

After seeing Du Wei open his eyes, he frantically muttered words like thank God.

Then pick up the small satchel on the floor, pull up the slippery shoulder straps, and stuff the wet black stockings on the ground into the bag.

Then he stood up, hurriedly pushed open the door of the utility room with two long, straight bare legs, and walked out quickly.

Du Wei, who felt that it was cold at the bottom, instantly entered a state of downtime.

What's going on now?

I just closed my eyes permanently in a hospital bed a second.

Feel the joy of going to heaven here in the next second?

The problem is, it's over without feeling anything!

Just as Du Wei pondered the question.

There was a 'boom' in the head.

Countless fragments of memory frantically pounded into his mind.

A strange but familiar memory emerges.

The original owner of this body was also called Du Wei.

He is an intern in the Department of Diagnostics at Princeton University Hospital.

But he was supposed to have a bright future, but he suddenly felt unwell for a long time.

After secretly going to other hospitals for diagnosis, he was accidentally diagnosed with the presence of an advanced brain tumor.

With little time left to live, he just wants to enjoy life as much as possible.

That's why such a ridiculous thing happens during working hours.

Unfortunately, because the pleasure of dopamine secretion is so intense, it stimulates the flow rate of blood flow to the brain.

There were only a few days left to quickly shorten and die directly.

At this time, Du Wei's soul was attracted to it.

That's when the scene of resurrection from the dead appeared.

Du Wei, who understood that he had crossed the facts, couldn't laugh at all.

Because of the presence of the brain tumor, he will probably die again!

And before he dies, he will be tormented in pain!

It's better to live than to die!

It's better to let him die like this!

"What a fuck on a horse!"

Du Wei slammed the shelf in the utility room.

Boom!

The pain came from Du Wei's hand, and the pain made him grin his teeth.

On the other hand, the shelf was still there, and the old god was still there, as if he was laughing at Du Wei's inadequacy.

Du Wei snorted coldly, and planned to go up to the roof to end this sad fate.

Du Weike, who also died of cancer in his previous life, understood too well the pain of forced treatment at the end of his life.

I really can't die if I want to.

It's better to jump off now.

But the moment he stepped out of the utility room, it seemed that a presence sensed his will to die.

A voice came out of nowhere in Du Wei's mind.

[Life-saving system binding......]

[The system is successfully bound, and you only need to save people to continue your life for one day.] 】

……

The sudden appearance of the system prompt caused Du Wei to retract his step.

Can you save people and continue your life?

If you can live well, who wants to die!

Besides, his identity is a doctor, this is a hospital, and he can prolong his life by treating patients!

Thinking of this, Du Wei's eyes were no longer full of death, but a fire of hope was ignited!

At that moment, there was a conversation around me.

"29 years old, female, had her first seizure a month ago, lost her ability to speak, could only mumble like a baby, and staged mental deterioration......"

"I have a brain tumor, and my life is short, okay, I'm done with the diagnosis."

Hearing such a hasty diagnosis, Du Wei subconsciously retorted:

"Brain tumors aren't very common at this age."

The person who was talking immediately stopped, this was a guy in civilian clothes with a cane in his hand, and he looked at Du Wei with a sharp look in his eyes:

"Hey, I know what kind of diagnosis, how can a serious oncologist like you know more."

Du Wei was stunned.

It's not because of the weird ridicule of the people in front of him.

Instead, he recognized the face - Greg House!

Thinking of Princeton University Hospital, a bright light flashed through Du Wei's mind!

He knows where this is, Dr. House!

When he was lying in a hospital bed trying to understand his condition, he was bored and watched countless American dramas!

After understanding which world this was, Du Wei immediately became excited.

Can you save people and continue your life? He can live forever if he wants!

The handsome blonde doctor who had just stood next to him to report his condition to House thought that Du Wei was frightened by House, and immediately opened his mouth to relieve the siege:

"My judgment was similar to his, so I took the patient for a brain tumor cell test.

However, the three most common brain tumor protein markers were negative, there was no family history, and there were no environmental causative factors.

And there was no response to the radiotherapy we had done earlier.

So it can't be a brain tumor. ”

Dewey turned to look at the blonde doctor, another acquaintance, Robert Chase.

One of House's three right-hand men, the future director of the diagnostics department at Princeton University Hospital.

House glanced at Du Wei beside him, and then said:

"Okay, you've managed to pique my interest, take me to see the CT.

By the way, call this intern guy as well, and see if he has any other high opinions. ”

The corners of Du Wei's mouth grinned slightly.

House wants to give him a kick, right?

But he had already remembered who this patient was.

I don't know who surprised whom.

Soon.

The group of three came to the diagnostic room with the curtains drawn.

At the same time, two of House's other assistants were there.

When he saw House come in, he immediately stopped talking and stood aside obediently waiting for House's judgment.

House, on crutches, limped in to take a closer look, and then came to a conclusion:

"It's brain damage."

As soon as these words came out, another black assistant, Furman, suddenly showed disappointment:

"I thought you were going to come up with some surprising conclusions, we can all see the brain damage, I don't need you to say it."

House smiled:

"You want to say something amazing? Okay, Du Wei, you come, what conclusion do you have? ”

The eyes of the three assistants immediately focused on Du Wei's body.

Furman was even more dissatisfied:

"How much practical experience can Du Wei, an intern doctor who has just graduated, let him speak will only delay the progress of his disease."

"Although training interns is what we should do, isn't it good to let him express his opinion on this serious illness as soon as he comes up?"

"I think it's okay to let him sit in on it, there's no need to refer to his opinion, right?"

The three assistants all expressed, either explicitly or implicitly, that they only wanted to hear House analyze his condition.

But House remained unmoved.

"Why are you stunned, weren't you very decisive when you judged just now? Why don't you dare now? ”

Facing House's roll call, Du Wei smiled lightly, stepped forward without stage fright, pointed to the brain illuminated by the CT and said:

"I don't think you're in the right place!"