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Chapter 813 I'll Just Say It, You Just Listen

West Sky Hotel.

Doorway.

Faced with Dr. House's still frivolous and joking tone, Adam also smiled: "How will I deal with the threat? Of course it is reciprocal revenge!"

"Wow, is this reciprocal revenge the kind of 'reciprocity' I imagined?"

Dr. House laughed even happier: "1:100 equivalence?"

"Want to hear?"

Adam smiled.

"of course."

Dr. House changed his posture on crutches, and glanced at Adam: "And even if I don't want to hear it, you will definitely tell me, won't you?"

"As expected of you!"

Adam nodded and smiled.

If it wasn't a last resort, he didn't want to deal with Dr. House.

At first, he shot, indicating that the damage to Chandler had been done.

Secondly, if he made a move, a legend would come to an end.

This is a huge loss to the entire medical community, to the kind people in the entire American drama world, and even to him.

Therefore, the best way is to remind the other party that he is seriously concerned about this, and describe the consequences to the other party as much as possible, so as to dispel the ending he least wants to see.

"Do you know what kind of person I hate the most?"

"It can't be someone like me, can it?"

Dr. House smiled and said, "Isn't it?"

"of course not."

Adam smiled and said, "Dr. House is a legend. Those of us who are dedicated to medicine admire you very much, so how could we hate you the most?"

"The most admired and the most hated, but not contradictory."

Dr. House got the point straight.

"Insights."

Adam nodded, but shook his head again and said, "However, in terms of what I'm talking about, it's not completely equal. The one I hate the most is Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison!"

"..."

Dr. House was speechless.

You've said so much, it's useless.

He already knew what Adam was going to say.

"After getting addicted, you can sell everything no matter what you don't care about. That kind of extreme scene is really like a demon crawling out of hell."

Adam pointed at Sang and scolded Huai: "I hate this kind of people the most, but sometimes I sympathize with some of them."

"Oh why?"

Although Dr. House understood it, he cooperated very well and became a fan: "You can't be an angel who is willing to save the devil just because your name is Adam?"

He doesn't mind being scolded as long as it's funny.

"No."

Adam shook his head: "The reason why I feel a little sympathetic to some of them is because in such a large group of them, quite a few people entered passively, and our doctors are responsible for this.

Speaking of this, I think you should know what I'm talking about, right?
That's right!

That is, many of our doctors prescribe painkillers indiscriminately.

Whenever there is some headache, brain fever, minor ailments, painkillers will be prescribed.

Eat one piece, the pain disappears immediately.

looks good?

It's a pity that this approach, after a few times, encounters problems again, and one slice can no longer solve the problem at all.

At that time, if one piece is not enough, then two pieces.

If two slices are not enough, then three slices.

The dose of the medicine is getting bigger and bigger, and the more you take, the last painkiller that was originally used to cure the disease and save the life is abruptly taken as a baby.

Pharmaceutical companies make a lot of money, and doctors save trouble and worry.

But what about patients?

Especially those victims who don't know the problem, but end up getting addicted unknowingly, breaking their families and becoming demons?
So, as doctors, we also have some faults there.

But if we doctors know this situation, we will prescribe painkillers for ourselves indiscriminately, as if we were eating beans, and we will continue to lick them all day long.

That is a violation of the law knowing the law, and the crime is aggravated, and it is not worthy of sympathy.

Dr. House, do you think so? "

"Such a person really doesn't deserve your sympathy."

Dr. House nodded and said, "He doesn't need your sympathy either. As long as he is taking medicine normally, there is nothing to say. After all, he is in pain."

"Is it normal?"

Adam glanced at Dr. House's lame leg and said with a smile: "I can't see it? I think he just broke the can. He doesn't need to take drugs to relieve pain at all, at least not so often.

With that level of drug use for pain relief, I dare say he's addicted.

And these addicted people are actually quite pitiful.

Because once the source of his medicine is cut off, the calf becomes addicted, and his life will be worse than death.

This kind of person must be most afraid of this, so he will stockpile a large amount of goods and hide them everywhere, for fear that one day he will encounter the plight of being addicted to the calf but not being able to get the medicine.

Therefore, I think that with a search, I can find the maximum drug holding capacity of a normal patient for a month.

Maybe there will be more than a year of stockpiling?

At that time, it is estimated that it will be enough to be convicted of trafficking. "

"How can anyone search someone's house for no reason?"

Dr. House pursed his lips, still smiling, his smile was no longer as chic as before.

"It's so easy."

Adam laughed and said, "What if one day he gets caught by the NYPD while driving fast?

Of course, NYPD is on duty legally and will not arrest people for no reason.

I said just in case.

It is not easy for the court to issue a search warrant for an innocent person, but what about a person with a criminal record? "

"None of these are big things."

Dr. House said with a smile: "At most, he was fined and confiscated all the stockpiled goods, and he was forbidden to prescribe painkillers for himself in the future."

"Well, in the absence of people with financial capacity expressing concern, that's true."

Adam nodded: "But then it's the funniest.

Who did he ask for the medicine?
You know, he is already addicted, no matter who it is, as long as the other party is still rational, he will not prescribe a satisfactory amount of medicine.

Wouldn't it be more painful if you just tasted it and couldn't do it arbitrarily?
Who will get used to him?
That can only be the person who really loves him.

The irony is that it will be these people who he will harm when the time comes.

Those who care about him will not prescribe such a large amount for him, but will only persuade him to quit addiction.

What will he do when the time comes?
Under the strong demand of the body, it will even affect his spirit.

There is no doubt that he will stop at nothing.

If he had a conscience, he would not imitate the handwriting of those who cared about him, use their prescriptions to prescribe medicine for himself, and let these people who cared about him break the law without knowing it.

But the easiest way to get it is precisely with the help of those who care about him.

Because other avenues of access to medicines are of serious concern to some.

When the time comes, how will he choose between the endless pain of addiction and not dragging those who love him into the water?

Ha ha!

I think we all have our answers.

At the beginning, he was unwilling to bear even a little bit of pain, let alone the extreme pain caused by this addiction.

He will only drag people who care about him into the water one after another.

And when the time comes, those who are seriously concerned will ensure that there are laws to abide by, laws must be obeyed, and violations must be punished.

The only good friend, the female boss with whom he has an ambiguous relationship, all those brilliant achievements and beautiful life will disappear because of him.

In the end, maybe he will go from human to human, fall into hell, and maybe become a street wanderer.

The ex-wife who loves the most, after hearing the news, might stand up for him and fight a vigorous lawsuit for him.

But in the face of facts and financial ability, his reputation is nothing but discredited, and he may be kicked out of the law firm, just like his good friends and female bosses, wandering in groups.

Of course, he still has a family that loves him.

But according to the principle of reciprocal retaliation, friends are family.

The previous ones were just appetizers..."

(End of this chapter)