John, who had fallen to the ground, looked at the gauze that had been re-stained with blood as a result of the exertion.

"I'm sorry, instinctively, it looks like I'm going to have to trouble you to help me rebandage.

Don't worry, I'll give you twelve gold coins exactly what's right. ”

Du Wei shrugged his shoulders and said he was not surprised, and then walked forward and helped John to the operating table:

"I'm curious if such a strong instinctive reaction of yours won't hurt the person next to you?"

Hearing Du Wei's question, John's eyes darkened:

"She's dead."

Du Wei, who knew the important information, kept his hands on it, and asked while disinfecting the wound:

"I'm sorry, is it because the enemy came to the door?"

John shook his head, his eyes full of remembrance:

"No, it's cancer."

Du Wei expertly cut the broken thread and pulled it out from under the skin:

"Then you must miss her very much, did she leave you anything?"

Hearing this, I don't know if it was physical pain or psychological pain, the corners of John's eyes twitched slightly:

"Helen, she chose a beagle named Daisy for me, and she wanted to have her company so that I wouldn't be alone."

Du Wei nodded, since the beagle is still there, it means that the story of the rapid pursuit has not officially begun.

Now John is purely injured in the mission.

Then Du Wei will naturally not be implicated by John.

However, at this time, John should be ready to quit the killer business.

Slightly distracted, Du Wei accidentally touched John's wound.

John gasped again:

"If only there were bottles of whiskey now."

Du Wei smiled, refocused on sewing up the wound, and finally covered it with clean medical gauze:

"Hey, it's better to avoid bars if you have a wound.

But the killer doesn't need company, and it looks like you're ready to quit the business. ”

John didn't deny it, and he sat up from the operating table and put on his black suit:

"Yes, she doesn't like me doing this job, for her, this is my last order."

John then found twelve gold coins in the pocket of his coat and placed them in the bloodstained surgical tray.

"You deserve it, and I hope we don't have to meet again in the future."

Du Wei smiled meaninglessly, and reached out to take the twelve gold coins:

"Of course, I don't want to see you again if possible, and I wish you a smooth retirement."

"Thank you, goodbye."

Looking at John's departing figure, Du Wei weighed the weight of the gold coin in his hand.

Pure gold casting, enough for a while.

As for John's life, Dewey didn't really want to meddle.

Killers have always been your life-and-death industry.

It's okay to let Du Wei be a night doctor at a continental hotel, but if you let him bind John, it won't work.

Du Wei shook his head, temporarily suppressing the idea of going to the Continental Hotel to be a night doctor.

Then Du Wei found the information of the black industry trader in those messy memories in his mind.

Many of the illegal drugs of the predecessor were bought from that man.

As long as you have money, you can get arms from the Mao Bear Country, not to mention some targeted drugs.

Soon, the ten gold coins were exchanged for targeted drugs against brain cancer and some analgesic tablets.

Of course, Du Wei also purchased a black Glock-17 with simple structure, easy maintenance and stable performance.

In a country that claims to be free, it's not a good thing to have no guns for self-defense.

Then, after refusing the offer of a cool lady wandering the street at midnight, Du Wei walked into an ordinary hotel and asked for a single room.

Then Du Wei did not hesitate and poured half a bottle of analgesic tablets into his mouth.

Under such circumstances, he finally had a good night's sleep that he hadn't experienced in many years.

The next day.

Du Wei, who returned to the hospital, waited with great interest for the critically ill patients to come to his door.

But Chase on the side had already mastered the crossword puzzle, and Furman was bored in his seat.

Cameron, who was sitting in front of the computer, frowned as he looked at the email he received.

House's figure, Dewey, didn't see one.

Everyone looked like they were doing nothing.

It was then that he remembered that this seemed to be the norm in the diagnostics department.

There are many incurable diseases in the world, and there are many and many less, but it is true that there will be days when there is nothing to do.

Doctors in the diagnostics department are always on standby and do not arrange other work.

So everyone can only wait in boredom.

But they waited, and Du Wei couldn't wait.

Du Wei's life is still passing by moment by moment, and waiting is a waste of life!

Du Wei glanced at Cameron, who looked at the email with a hesitant expression, and remembered that many incurable diseases were found in the email, but House would deliberately ignore these letters.

Cameron, who can reply to House's emails, is kind-hearted and can't see other people's pleas the most.

Therefore, Cameron should be in a dilemma whether to forge House's signature and make an appointment with the patient.

Thinking of this, Du Wei got up and walked over to Cameron's side and gave a weight that affected the scales:

"It's a big waste of resources to leave the medical elite idle, and I think we should reduce the workload of the House mailbox."

Cameron looked back at the intern, who had no sense of existence before.

She remembered that in the days when there were no patients, the intern would not know where to hide and be lazy, and she would not see anyone until dinner and work.

Since yesterday, this intern Du Wei seems to have changed and become very positive.

Seeing Cameron's surprised gaze, Du Wei smiled:

"Rest assured, House will be interested in difficult cases."

Cameron nodded, made up his mind, and began to reply to the email.

After hearing Du Wei's words, Furman, who was in a daze, couldn't help but want to have some fun:

"Boy, you've only been here for a few days and you think you know House?

I think it's more difficult than those difficult diseases.

House would rather look at sexy beauties in low-rise jeans.

If you don't believe me, we can make a bet, how about ten dollars?

You can't even get ten dollars, do you? ”

Du Wei smiled, took out one of the two gold coins left yesterday and threw it on the table:

"Do you want to gamble? I'll make a gold coin bet House wouldn't blame Cameron for making a claim for doing it privately. ”

A gold coin?

Furman's pupils shrank, he didn't expect that a guy who was born in a welfare home and relied on grants for the whole school would have such a family background.

Shouldn't this Du Wei be like himself, with no savings, and everything has to rely on his own hard work?

Why did this kid suddenly turn into a rich second generation like Chase?

Furman said he didn't understand, he didn't understand it very much.

"Where did you get this gold coin?"

(Slightly changed the chronology before the start of the next Rush Kill.) ）