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

"Hey, there's going to be a chance, but not now.

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

We 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, which had been prepared long ago.

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

It looks like he's a rotten man, because he's transporting things that will lead to the destruction of countless families.

But in the near future, he will usher in a transformation.

And I need you to wait for this change to draw him into our camp. ”

Finch raised an eyebrow:

"Is that what you saw on the machine?"

Du Wei smiled and looked at Finch meaningfully:

"Of course, maybe the machine doesn't realize what it's seeing, after all, it's just learning to learn."

Hearing this, Finch's face instantly stiffened.

This Dewey really knows everything.

Even he left the machine a piece of code that could learn from itself.

With the help of this code, the machine is able to grow rapidly through the data it collects, which is often referred to as 'AI'.

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

This casual remark by Du Wei once again proves that he is a true 'prophet'.

It seems that there is nothing in this world that can hide from Du Wei, the only pity is that Du Wei will not live long.

Seeing the look of pity in Finch's eyes, Du Wei shook his head:

"Don't worry about me, I won't die until I see the high table fall.

Okay, I'm going to work, so you can do whatever you want with Reese.

By the way, you can find me after hours.

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

After speaking, Du Wei opened the door of the utility room and walked towards the diagnostic department.

Finch looked at Dewey's departing back and unconsciously pondered Dewey's motives.

Did the high table kill Du Wei's parents? That's why Du Wei has such a big grievance?

Even if you drag your breath and watch the high table fall apart?

But in the information he obtained, this Du Wei only recently intersected with the Continental Hotel.

How much of a feud is this?

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

The high table is a behemoth.

……

On the way to the diagnostic department, Du Wei suddenly caught a glimpse of three nuns walking in the direction of the No. 1 clinic at the entrance of the hospital.

That's a rarity for Princeton University Hospital.

Generally, such nuns prefer the parish hospital, and only when they encounter a disease that the parish hospital cannot handle, will they make another choice.

Obviously, that's what happened now.

Du Wei quickly searched through his mind.

It soon became clear what was going to happen next.

So he turned around and instead went to the diagnostic office, he went to Clinic No. 1.

House, who had just finished receiving a patient and was reading a magazine and fishing, saw Du Wei who came in and casually said:

"Yo, you're back? Looks like the detectives didn't embarrass you yesterday.

If you're here to ask if there's any work to do.

Then I can tell you that there are no incurable diseases that need to be consulted today, so you should just take a holiday today.

It's really not good, go out and buy a cup of coffee for each of us and 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 and see what was going to come to us for healing.

As far as I know, their respective dioceses have their own hospitals, and they don't usually come to us. ”

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

Of course, he was not excited about being a nun, he was excited about the possible illness of a nun.

House is such a man who likes a challenge.

"Really? Let them in, I'm curious about what kind of illness needs to come to us. ”

Soon, three nuns wrapped in headscarves entered Clinic 1.

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

"Hello, I'm Dr. Du Wei, a newly arrived intern, mainly responsible for record-keeping work.

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 him the best treatment plan. ”

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

"Augustine, show him your hands."

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

House, without disgust, picked up Augustine's hands and examined them, and after asking a few regular questions at the same time, diagnosed with some disappointment:

"Contact dermatitis, you're allergic to cleaning soap."

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

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

For such doubts, Haosen has always scoffed.

I only heard him smile and say to Du Wei:

"See, patients don't trust the doctor's judgment.

They always want to hear what they want to hear.

They always want the doctor's advice again to believe that this is the correct diagnosis.

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

Like this time. ”

House said as he turned his head and took out the medicine from the cabinet next to him:

"Good news, the potion prescribed this time is available in trial packs, which are free to use.

Diphenhydramine, an antihistamine, is commonly used to block allergic diseases caused by mucocutaneous membranes.

One tablet every eight hours, the side effect is that it may cause drowsiness, so you can take some over-the-counter cortisone ointment for topical use. ”

Augustine took diphenhydramine and said with a smile:

"Thank you, doctor."

"The drug works quickly, it can take effect in a few minutes, do you need water to take it?"

Augustine smiled and refused:

"I brought my own tea."

House was noncommittal, and was about to leave the clinic when Du Wei suddenly grabbed him.

"I think we should stay here and see how the patient reacts to the medication."

House thought for a moment that he really should set a good example for this intern.

One lazy doctor like him would suffice, and if there were two, the outpatient clinic of this hospital would be completely empty in the future.

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

But soon, Augustine, who had taken the medicine, felt a tightness in his chest and couldn't breathe.

Something is clearly not right!