"Du ...... Dimension? Father! It's Du... Wei's phone."

Some excitement and a strange accent rang from the other end of the phone.

Apparently, the "person" who answered the phone was obviously not House, but House's little gorilla, Caesar.

It looks like House has given the little gorilla quite a bit of freedom.

Soon there was a clatter of crutches on the phone, and then House, who was slightly panting, picked up the phone and asked unceremoniously:

"What's the matter?"

Du Wei didn't talk nonsense, and said directly:

"I have a rather difficult problem here, probably for the first time in the history of existing medical treatment."

Hearing of an incurable disease, especially the world's first case, House's eyes lit up.

He doesn't have any hobbies, just he's interested in all kinds of strange symptoms.

Caesar, who was like a man, was one of them.

After all, this smart and clever Caesar, who has a stronger learning ability than the ducklings in his team, was brought by Du Wei.

Then there is a high probability that the world's first case in Du Wei's mouth is true.

The thought that he was going to challenge something that had never been done before, House's calm heart gradually became excited.

"Oh? Tell me about it."

Seeing that House's curiosity had been aroused, the corners of Du Wei's mouth turned up slightly and a smile appeared, and he continued:

"There's a drug that acts on an adrenal depressant, and it blocks the action between the adrenal gland and the receptor.

A patient who has been injected with this drug will die if he does not keep the adrenal glands secreting quickly.

So ......."

Hearing the first half of what Du Wei said, House unceremoniously interrupted:

"So if you want to save him, you have to give him a new heart, right?

There are a lot of heart exchange surgeries in the world, and I don't think this is the first of its kind in the world."

Dewey was not surprised by House's words, because heart exchange surgery is indeed one of the more mature surgeries in the world.

Patients who have had mechanical valves replaced can survive for more than two years.

But......

"But the transplant with this drug worked so well that he only had 24 hours."

Hearing this, House fell silent.

As the chief physician of the Department of Diagnostics, he naturally understands the consequences of having the adrenal glands suppressed for 24 hours.

The heart doesn't just match, and mechanical valves don't just match.

Everything needs to be thoroughly and meticulously examined before surgery can be arranged.

In order to increase the success rate of surgery, there are various ways to condition the body before surgery.

This series of operations is far from being completed in 24 hours.

So if things are really like what Du Wei said, then what Du Wei wants him to solve is probably how to prolong the life of the patient.

This is indeed a headache.

But it was also one of the few projects that House felt challenged for.

After a deep groan, House finally spoke:

"I need to see patients."

At the end, House added:

"The sooner the better."

"I'm afraid it won't work, so in order to avoid dying with regret, he went to fulfill his last wish.

So you'll see him at Princeton University Medical School about a later date.

Of course, I will pay overtime at 10 times the market price.

I hope that the entire hospital will be able to work overtime today.

I think you'll help me convey that to Dean Cady."

House frowned, when did Du Wei become so rich?

Ten times overtime pay for everyone? That's a lot of money.

Is this still the same intern who needs to make money by betting with people with gold coins?

Or is it that the organization he joined because of Caesar was actually crazy enough to amass money, crazy enough to achieve financial freedom?

However, the patient's only remaining life time is only 24 hours, so will Du Wei come over later?

What exactly was he thinking?

Isn't the patient's life his life?

"Later? Don't you know that every minute and every second is precious to the dying man?

Or do you really not care if he lives or dies?"

Du Wei smiled on the phone:

"Don't get me wrong, I believe in your strength.

I think even if it's only two hours, you can figure out how to prolong his life.

As for heart surgery, I'll do it."

Hearing Du Wei say this, House could only sigh:

"Okay, everything will work out as you wish.

It's just that I can't guarantee that I'll be able to figure out how to do it in the limited time."

"It's okay, just do your best."

Du Wei, who hung up the phone, waved down a yellow taxi and headed for Space X's office building in New York.

The Light of Humanity had been set up under the auspices of Donkey and Bobby during Dewey's trip to Dubai.

He now wants to bring new technology to the company and replace it with a 3D-printed metal mechanical heart.

……

When Dewey is running to keep Frank alive.

Frank is speeding down the street in a low-chassis car (a bouncing car) that he snatched from a street kid.

Using the hydraulic thrusters in the trunk of the car, Frank frantically pulls down the levers as he drives down the street to the rhythm of the car's electronic DJ.

So many people in New York today have seen a low-floor car with insolent graffiti, as if it had committed epilepsy, bouncing on the highway.

The way of driving made the passers-by who watched couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat.

Obviously, I looked at the car several times and was about to overturn on its side, but I returned to the right place when it was dangerous and dangerous, and returned to the right path.

And Frank, who was sitting in the car and constantly looking for stimulation, also maintained the strong excitement of his body because of these stimulating operations.

His heart, which was growing larger from congestion, pumped so vigorously that Frank seemed to see the heart that was about to jump out of his chest.

In this extreme excitement, he was completely oblivious to the fact that figures were constantly falling from the tall buildings on both sides.

It was the 47 sent by Dewey to escort him that was solving the enemy in the shadows.

So the Illuminati guys didn't expect Frank to find Vess, the brother of the regional head Vero, with the guidance of the machine.

Soon, a low-chassis car covered in white smoke stopped at the door of the Prince's Restaurant.

Covered in sweat and with his clothes wide open, Frank strode into the restaurant, looked around, and walked straight to Vess, a thug in a suit who was dining in the company of beautiful women.

Then, with a contemptuous look, he defiantly spat on the plate and walked towards the back kitchen.

Looking at the conspicuous spit on the steak on the plate, Weiss looked stunned.

He hadn't seen such a guy who wasn't afraid of death in years.

The last one to provoke him like this was already lying in the cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

It seems that under the recent changes in New York, the old people who knew him have died.

It's time to teach these newcomers what it means to be respectful.

Weiss squinted as Frank walked into the back kitchen, then put down his fork and stood up with one of the sharpest cleavers on the table.

Then, when the bodyguard behind him reached his waist and was about to pull out his gun, he raised his hand and signaled that he didn't need to do this, he wanted to deal with this guy himself.

Solving people with a gun doesn't have much deterrent effect in a beautiful country.

The only way to make everyone fearful is to leave a terrible wound on the body with a knife and then hang it under a conspicuous overpass!

His reputation is not made by bodyguards, his reputation is made by himself with his hands!

If you want to restore your prestige, it is naturally the fastest way to punish the provocateur with horrific and bloody methods!

Standing up, Wiese pulled off his suit and walked into the back kitchen.

However, there is no Frank in the back kitchen, only the chefs in chef hats who are constantly busy.

However, Vis noticed that the door in the kitchen to the alley of the prince's restaurant was open.

If nothing else, that guy should have escaped from here.

Weiss snorted coldly, and wanted to run away if he provoked? How can there be such a good thing.

He walked directly into the alley with his knife, but what he didn't notice was that a man covered in sweat and bloodshot eyes slowly stood up in the blind spot of his view, and it was none other than Frank.

Frank stared at the unsuspecting Vis with a malicious look, and then he grabbed a sharp kitchen knife for chopping meat from the round board next to him, and followed Vis out the back door.

And Weiss, who didn't see Frank in the alley at the back door, noticed that something was wrong, but it was too late.

A gust of wind sounded from behind him, and in a hurry, he hurriedly raised his hand to try to resist.

Poof!

The sound of blood splattering came, and Weiss was a little stunned to watch his neatly broken arm from his shoulder fall to the ground and not come back to his senses for a long time.

Then the sharp pain in his shoulder caused him to crouch on the ground with a twisted face and scream.

Frank looked at the bloody picture in front of him, and his heart pounded vigorously.

This is the thrill of revenge!

If he can't live, then these guys will have to die too!

"Hey, Ves, isn't your Illuminati awesome? Why didn't you expect me to be here? Huh?"

After saying the last word, Frank didn't even ask Weiss about the whereabouts of the Illuminati head Vero, and directly took the knife and cut off one of Vess's arms.

Blood spurted out like a fountain from the wound on the broken shoulder, staining the smoky wall of the back kitchen with a smoky black color.

Then Frank grabbed Vess's neatly combed hair and forced him to lift his distorted face:

"Do you want to say something? Weiss? Where's your bastard brother?"

Even if the hard-hearted Weiss lost his arms, even though he was in great pain now, even if he already felt that he was going to die if he didn't seek medical treatment, he didn't betray his brother, but scolded angrily with saliva:

"You're FXXking your xylophone, you ***!"

Hearing Vess's answer, Frank chuckled, let go of his hand, and let Ves's head smash into the kitchen sewage in the back alley.

Then he raised the butcher knife and swung it down.

A head rolled like a ball on the dirty ground of the back alley a few times, and finally leaned against the wall and stopped moving.

Looking at the dead look, it was Vess, who was still extremely angry just now.

Standing still, Frank looked at Ves's separated head and felt very relieved.

At least someone has buried him now!

But after venting his anger, Frank remembered that he was too impulsive and cut off the only clue.

He wasn't satisfied with killing a person, he couldn't go far in 24 hours, but it shouldn't be a problem to kill all the Illuminati in the New York area.

Frank, who breathed lightly, began to grope around Ves's body, and soon got the must-have mobile phone from Vess.

Looking at the combination lock on the phone screen that lit up, Frank just said into the air:

"Machine, can you hack it?"

"Yes, you need to connect it to your computer."

Frank nodded, and regardless of wiping the blood all over his body, he directly found a Starbucks on the side of the road and walked in.

Under the action of the clerk quietly calling the police, he directly punched a customer and snatched his computer.

Then borrowed the man's data cable to connect the mobile phone to the computer, only to see a green Android robot figure appear on the screen, followed by several passwords automatically entered, and the security system of the mobile phone was cracked in one second.

After saying thank you, Frank immediately rummaged through Ves's address book and found Vero's phone number.

"Hey, Bro, what's the matter?"

"Hey, Vero, do you still know me?"

Hearing Frank's voice, Vero's face immediately changed.

He hadn't forgotten what he had done yesterday.

They fished out Frank, who frequented the nightclubs!

Because through various clues, they have reason to suspect that this guy who suddenly appeared in New York is related to a mysterious force.

And this mysterious force has already begun to interfere with their plans in Princeton, and even the end of the epidemic virus some time ago is behind it.

Originally, they didn't know about it, but information from the Bloody Hand Faction revealed that one of the guests had revealed key information when he had drunk too much.

No one knows this information except the Illuminati and the invaders.

That guest was none other than Frank.

That's what happened to this plot.

But now Vero, who received the call, had a bad premonition in his heart, and he hurriedly asked:

"Where's my brother? Let him answer the phone!"

Frank sneered:

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid he won't be able to answer the phone right now, because his head doesn't seem to be able to pick it up.

Looks like you should have shot me when I had the chance.

Now I'm going to kill you, are you ready?

Tick, tick, Vero, you're running out of time.

Ah, why don't you speak? Are you scared?"

「#…… &a;*%…… &a;￥%」

Frank laughed and hung up in a foul language.

He said so much purely to buy some time for the machine positioning, and now that the location has been found, it's time to get revenge!

Frank, who pronounced Vero's death sentence on the phone, glared at the passers-by who wanted to do justice with fierce eyes, and then got into a taxi waiting outside to carry passengers.

But Frank, who was in the taxi, suddenly felt a pain in his heart, which made him instantly understand that the stimulation of just riding in the car could not make him produce enough adrenaline to keep his body running normally.

And it seems that the effects of various stimuli are weakening on him now, and he needs more intense stimuli to do it.

In other words, he should go to the hospital before going to Vero to settle accounts.

Thinking of this, Frank immediately got out of the car, opened the door of the cab, grabbed him by the collar and threw it on the ground in the driver's stunned eyes, and then drove away against the traffic.

The driver who fell to the ground looked in a trance for a moment, and he almost thought that he was still in Los Santo.

……

When Frank was racing against the traffic to get Avelin, Du Wei was already sitting in the president's office of Space X.

Donkey looked at Du Wei as he arrived, his face full of surprise.

Because what Du Wei said when he greeted him before he came, he brought over the android technology that he had always coveted.

This made Donkey very excited.

He had seen Lincoln the android with his own eyes, and he was fascinated by the technology that far surpassed his "Optimus Prime" robot.

Now that Du Wei said that he was willing to take out this technology as the first technology of the new company, he naturally rubbed his hands together with excitement.

After soaking coffee in that amorous secretary

After that, Donkey waved his hand to let him leave the office, and activated the defense strategy of the first-level secret talk.

No one will be able to overhear their conversation today.

Then Donkey's frenzied gaze fell on the SSD that Du Wei had taken out.

He knew that there was something he had been longing for for a long time, and that it was enough to change the pattern of the existing human world!

A droid with the ability to think completely!

What an astounding technology!

And now he's going to have it!

But just as he wanted to reach out and take the hard drive in Du Wei's hand, he found that he couldn't hold the hard drive in Du Wei's hand.

Sensing that Du Wei didn't want to let go, Donkey withdrew his hand and said:

"I'm sorry, I'm getting excited."

Du Wei chuckled and placed the hard drive on the table.

This time, Donkey didn't rush to get the hard drive, anyway, he honestly waited for Du Wei to speak.

"First of all, the android technology you've been craving for is actually limited to one crucial material, the smart metal from meteorites.

The metal is pretty much mined now, and you might have to wait a long time to get your hands on it.

But now there's an opportunity coming up."

At this point, Du Wei paused and pointed to the top of his head.

"Above us is a comet that can destroy the Earth and is speeding towards us.

If we can convince the officials of the United States to join other countries in smashing it in the air above the atmosphere with weapons.

Then we have the possibility of mass production of androids."

"Comet?"

Donkey was visibly stunned.

He seemed to have heard someone mention it on a morning comedy show.

But as the owner of the "Space X" company, he didn't hear the news from his subordinates, and he only laughed at it as a joke before breakfast.

But now that this news came out of Du Wei's mouth, he couldn't help but pay attention to it.

Dewey never lies!

"That's right, it's a comet, I think you can talk to Dr. Mindy about the situation first."

(Thanks!) Shen Shao#, the boy who was beaten, sauce sipid, _red ink, eclipse in the wind, looking for a monthly pass for life, thank you! ）