Daily American Drama

medical center.

Emergency.

Consulting Room.

come?

come!

The middle-aged sociologist looks like the fiery cloud god meets the Condor Heroes.

Adam didn't mind letting him try either.

He's not Sheldon and Beverly, and doesn't despise sociologists for not being scientists.

Seeing that you are so young and handsome, you can work as a doctor in New York Medical Center. You must have gone through the back door, right?

The middle-aged sociologist pressed the chronograph on his wrist.

Handsome is born, there is no way.

Adam smiled and said, But it's because of my own ability that I can enter the medical center. In your eyes, appearance is the first, while talent is second?

While talking, he looked at the hairline of the middle-aged sociologist, and said, You don't have a trace of beauty, and you can become a sociologist only because of your talent. Your first reaction to problems should be talent, and you shouldn't be so superficial. expression.

...

The middle-aged sociologist's face darkened: You have to be honest, otherwise the research will be meaningless.

Oh?

Adam was surprised and said, It's only meaningful to be honest? Shouldn't it be up to you to distinguish the information yourself, and then irritate others based on the information you get? And who is a serious person to ask such a question?

This doesn't count.

The corner of the middle-aged sociologist's mouth twitched: You knew it in advance, and you have psychological prediction and protection in advance.

So, there are too many variables.

Adam spread his hands and said, It's a complete waste of time for you to choose this topic, but scientists can understand it.

I have a few friends who are scientists. They go to work every day, just receiving and sending emails, reading news, swindling funds, and even watching action romance movies in full screen on the office computer.

after all.

I always have to find something to do and look busy, otherwise what if I get fired?

you!

The middle-aged sociologist didn't anger Adam, but almost himself.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and looked at Adam in surprise: You are amazing.

I'm not very good.

Adam shook his head: It means that you have never seen a real great onmyoji, all of them are talented.

Alas, it is always said that it depends on talent, but in fact, talent comes first. The upper limit of most people's hard work for a lifetime is just the lower limit for a talented genius to start.

The current news always reports that hard work is the most important thing.

What a cruel thing.

Especially for those who firmly believe in it.

I really hope that they will never encounter a real genius in their lifetime, otherwise the pain of broken dreams is really unbearable for ordinary people.

Adam kept looking at him as he said this.

...

Middle-aged sociologists have already felt the power of yin and yang.

But he was also mentally prepared.

This time, instead of being angry, he was full of fighting spirit.

Do you have any family?

The middle-aged sociologist knew that ordinary tricks were useless against Adam, so he decided to use his long-standing ancient wisdom, pressed the timer on his wrist again, and asked with a smile.

certainly.

Adam frowned, aware of the other party's malicious intentions, and reminded: There must be boundaries in scientific investigations, and don't cross the basic boundaries.

I can't agree with that.

The middle-aged sociologist proudly said: The subject I chose is to study PAI, that is, the interval from provocation to attack, and against negative emotional index. As long as it can irritate you, I can do anything, just like unlimited fighting. It's for science, not for individuals.

Okay, stop here.

Adam waved his hand and said, I won't participate.

why?

The middle-aged sociologist got excited: Is it because you value your family members so much? So you can't stand any insults to your family members, or you have some relationship with your family members that is beyond normal, I'm afraid I didn't mean it... ...

Carol!

Adam ignored him and called the nurse: Mr. Desmond is just a skin injury, please help him sew it up.

it is good.

Nurse Carol stepped forward immediately.

What's wrong? Are you scared?

The middle-aged sociologist relentlessly uttered a series of insulting words to Adam's family.

Adam glanced at him.

You're angry, aren't you?

The middle-aged sociologist stared at Adam with surprise on his face: You really want to hit me, don't you? Come and hit me! Don't worry, I won't sue you.

And I bought sky-high premiums, my insurance company charged me insurance premiums according to the standards of NASCAR racers, it's not for nothing, come on!

Mr. Desmond, you can joke.

Adam smiled and said, I'm a doctor, how could I beat a patient.

After speaking, he turned and left.

I'm serious, it's all for science, don't suppress your anger, come and hit me... ah!

The middle-aged sociologist yelled at Adam's leaving back, and then let out a cry of pain.

sorry.

Nurse Carol's apologetic voice came: I'm new here, and I'm not very skilled yet.

Ah! Ah! Oh, God!

Middle-aged sociologists cried out one after another.

The corners of Adam's mouth curled up slightly.

He is a law-abiding doctor, how could he violate the hospital's rules and regulations and beat the patients?

No way!

But to insult and irritate him in front of the nurse, the wish of the middle-aged sociologist can still be fulfilled.

In fact, if the middle-aged sociologist hadn't ignored Adam's reminder and involved Adam's family, Adam would have told the nurse not to bully him.

At that time, Adam would probably have John Carter stitch it up for him.

Unfortunately, he didn't listen.

Suture the wound on the face with a needle, if you are not careful, it will hurt...

But Adam still took it for granted, completely underestimating his status in the nurse's heart.

When the newcomer nurse Carol staggered to suture the middle-aged sociologist and walked out of the ward, all the nurses in the emergency department heard the news.

This bastard!

unacceptable!

First, Dr. Duncan was brutally treated, but now he directly insults Dr. Duncan and his family!

Ah! How angry!

No, you can't let him go like this!

...

The nurses whispered to each other and looked at the ward where the middle-aged sociologist was with malicious eyes.

And middle-aged sociologists are still in the dark.

A few minutes later.

Someone is here to accompany you, Mr. Desmond.

Nurse Carol came in pulling a push bed.

Pushing the bed was a very strong African-American man with bare upper body, muscle bumps all over his body, and shorts on his lower body.

This is a professional boxer.

And it was an underground boxing match.

Emmm.

Because I was knocked down three times in a row, and was knocked out by the opponent, I was in a very bad mood.

This is Mr. Parnell.

Nurse Carol pulled the push-bed to the middle-aged sociologist's side, gave an introduction, and left.

This is not a VIP ward.

A ward has beds for two patients.

The beds in the hospital are very tight, so it is natural to arrange them properly and not waste them.

Hello.

Not only did the middle-aged sociologist have no objections, but he was also very happy. He was idle, and there was another research material, so he greeted him warmly.

What’s wrong with you?

I don't want to talk about this.

The strong man who punched black took one look at him and then looked away.

The middle-aged sociologist's eyes lit up.

I don't want to chat!

At the nurse station outside the ward, the nurses gathered together, staring at this side, and someone specially timed it.

2 minutes later.

boom!

snort!

Boom!

There was a sound of punching to the flesh, and then a figure groaned in pain, slipped out of the ward, and slammed into the corridor hard.

The sneer of the strong man came from the ward.

Here's the answer to your two questions.