Chapter 336: Dr. House, Are You Just Going to Watch Me Get Arrested? Chuck: Yep!
"Chuck, could you do me another favor?"
Mrs. Cooper couldn't help but call out to him as he turned to leave after persuading her.
Chuck turned back and stopped.
"It's like this."
Mrs. Cooper subconsciously stepped closer and whispered, "Could you help me find out where Connie Tucker is? You know, my mother and she are sisters, and I want to meet her and help them resolve their conflict."
"Sure."
Chuck nodded in agreement, took out his phone, and quickly operated it: "Done."
"Done?"
Mrs. Cooper was a little confused by Chuck's speed, but as soon as Chuck finished speaking, she heard her own phone beep with a text message.
She took out her phone from her purse, opened it, and sure enough, it was a message about Connie Tucker's whereabouts.
"An adult film convention?"
Mrs. Cooper pondered, her eyes gleaming with even stronger enthusiasm for resolving her mother and sister's decades-long conflict.
After all, this aunt was so old, yet she still frequently went to conventions to personally meet fans; she probably wasn't a bad person.
That's right!
They're family, after all, how could there be bad people here!
Mrs. Cooper finally convinced herself.
"Wait, how did you get my number?"
"I already knew,"
Chuck said bluntly, walking over as Missy urged Leonard to call out.
"Ah, this..."
Mrs. Cooper's mind started racing again.
Sheldon had admirers in the future, a constant stream of them. These graduate students would find out Sheldon's various preferences beforehand and then arrange dates.
After confirming the date, they wouldn't even need Sheldon to give the address; they'd all say, "I already knew~"
The meaning was obvious!
But Sheldon seemed oblivious to all this, only thinking he was getting another free meal.
Mrs. Cooper wasn't her son!
And facing the charismatic Chuck, her mind inevitably wandered, leading her to overthink things.
However, this wandering feeling quickly dissipated, because an awkward misunderstanding had already occurred.
She immediately remembered that Chuck was a detective; it was normal for him to know her number.
But what came to mind was, "My poor Shelly."
Hmm.
Based on what Chuck had just said, she guessed that Chuck must have done extensive research on her son beforehand, so knowing her phone number was perfectly normal.
Leaving aside her complicated emotions as she entered Leonard's house, Leonard, urged by Missy, called Chuck over.
"Chuck, what did my mom say to you?"
Missy asked curiously.
"She asked me to take good care of Sheldon,"
Chuck said seriously.
"You agreed?"
Missy looked up into Chuck's eyes.
"I agreed,"
Chuck nodded.
"Haha."
Missy burst into laughter: "Sheldon's in for a rough time now."
"Hehe."
Leonard's lips also curled into a knowing smile.
"I'm leaving."
Chuck glanced at his watch.
"No!"
Missy reached out and grabbed him, making Leonard's eyelids twitch, his smile instantly turning bitter, his eyes filled with conflict.
"Yeah."
Leonard hesitated for a few seconds before gritting his teeth and saying, "Chuck, stay for dinner, and take a look at the website we made."
After saying it, he gradually relaxed, and a smile returned to his face.
That's right!
He was extremely jealous seeing Missy so affectionate with Chuck.
But his feelings for and longing for the young Missy, coupled with having a powerful friend like Chuck who made him feel proud anywhere, made his choice easy, given his IQ of 173.
"Okay."
Chuck glanced at him and agreed.
Constantly elevating Leonard's importance in front of Sheldon was a key tactic Chuck used to gain points from Sheldon.
Besides, compared to Sheldon and his friends who were clueless and took kindness for granted or even repaid kindness with hostility, Leonard, who knew common decency, was already much better.
"Why?"
Sheldon's incredulous exclamation came as soon as he entered.
"Because Chuck is doing this for your own good!"
Mrs. Cooper had intended to comfort him gently, but upon seeing Chuck enter, her face hardened. "You don't want 30%, but you insist on 10%. You're a genius, do you think this is reasonable?"
"That's Chuck Wolf!"
Little Sheldon exclaimed.
"Dr. Chuck Wolf!"
Chuck replied expressionlessly.
"..."
Little Sheldon only then noticed Chuck's presence, and all his pent-up complaints instantly froze, leaving him feeling incredibly uncomfortable.
"It's settled then!"
Mrs. Cooper said sternly. "Tomorrow, your father and I will go see your principal and tell her about this decision. From now on, you should learn from Chuck, understand?"
"..."
Little Sheldon felt utterly wronged and couldn't help but look at Beverly. "Beverly!"
"There's nothing wrong with learning from Dr. Wolf,"
Beverly said bluntly.
Mrs. Cooper glanced at Beverly, and just when she thought Beverly had finally agreed with her, she heard Beverly add, "At least it's not about telling you to learn from God, is it?"
"George, how have you been lately?"
Seeing Mrs. Cooper's furrowed brow and widened eyes, Leonard's father, who had been mostly silent, knew that if she opened her mouth, it would be another blatant clash between science and theology, so he quickly called Sheldon's father to change the subject.
"It was fine at first, but now..."
Sheldon's father couldn't help but complain.
"Let them argue, why did you drag me into this? I don't want to get involved in this mess."
"..."
Seeing that he was even more cowardly than himself, Leonard's father smirked awkwardly and could only take the initiative to call Mrs. Cooper to defuse the visible explosion.
Mrs. Cooper wanted to get angry, but faced with the polite Alfred, she held back and responded politely.
Seeing himself isolated and helpless, with even Beverly and his mother, his two biggest supporters, no longer on his side, Sheldon felt cold and shivering, as if he were in endless darkness, without a single star.
This was unbearable!
Chuck went upstairs to look at the webpage Leonard and his team had created, offering positive feedback and suggestions. He silently watched the yin-yang dots increase on the system panel and nodded in approval.
Sheldon was indeed a treasure!
They needed to work harder on him in the future!
After dinner, with Leonard and Missy reluctant to part, Chuck drove away from Leonard's house to Professor Alicia Harper's.
"Boss, where are you?"
Lisa, the Texas girl, called. Upon learning of Chuck's plans, she immediately replied, "Shall I come over too?"
"Sure!"
Chuck naturally agreed.
"I'm coming right now."
A burst of laughter came from the other end of the line, followed by silence. Chuck knew it was Lisa's roommate teasing her, then Lisa covered the receiver, said something, and hung up.
Chuck continued driving, glancing at his rearview mirror. He saw a motorcycle turn from another lane, following behind, flashing its lights wildly at him.
Chuck ignored it.
The motorcycle immediately accelerated, pulling up alongside Chuck's car window. The rider, wearing a helmet, tilted his head and looked at him.
Chuck ignored him and accelerated.
Watching the car drive away, the motorcyclist sped up again and caught up, then pulled a cane from his side and knocked on Chuck's window.
Just then, sirens blared behind them.
Chuck stopped abruptly, and the motorcyclist pulled over to the side of the road, removing his helmet to reveal Dr. House's disheveled face.
"I heard you have a problem with me?"
"Not just me."
Chuck reminded him, "He does too!"
"Shit!"
Dr. House finally recognized that the person getting out of the police car was his police officer patient. He cursed under his breath, then teased the approaching officer, "If you're here to return the thermometer, then you don't need to, I have a new one."
He gestured for the officer to look at Chuck, "Don't let this guy think we're into each other! And most importantly, don't let him think that's my type~"
"If you'd looked at my medical records, you should know I'm a police officer!"
The gray-haired officer walked over, showed Dr. House his badge, and nodded to Chuck, "While I'm not a detective like Detective Chuck, I'm a real detective."
"Looks like my judgment is spot on."
Dr. House shrugged, "I told you you had a detective's talent."
"You were driving at 40 mph in a 25 mph zone, and even reached 80 mph at one point!"
The gray-haired officer stated matter-of-factly why he had stopped Dr. House.
"Come on!"
Dr. House scoffed. "It's not because I was speeding, it's because I'm Latino, right?"
He then turned to Chuck and said, "He's racist, aren't you going to do anything about it?"
"He gave you a perfectly legitimate reason, you really should cry about it,"
Chuck bluntly replied.
Twenty years later, in that era of social justice warriors, Dr. House's statement, "You stopped me because I'm Latino," would have been incredibly impactful.
But now, sorry, it didn't have that power!
"Driver's license, vehicle registration, insurance!"
the gray-haired policeman said matter-of-factly.
"Sorry,"
Dr. House shrugged. "With my cool outfit, I naturally only carry important things in my pockets."
"That's a pity,"
the gray-haired policeman said calmly.
"A $50 ticket?"
Dr. House scoffed as the gray-haired policeman pulled out his things and started writing. "Is this your revenge? Is a ticket worth that little?"
Chuck couldn't help but glance at him.
To say something like that under these circumstances was practically suicidal.
Sure enough, Dr. House's self-destructive tendencies were too severe.
However, that was no excuse for him to insult others at will.
"You take medication while seeing patients in the clinic; that's serious addiction,"
the gray-haired policeman said.
"Your tone is just like his!"
Dr. House tilted his head sarcastically at Chuck: "Are you sure you're not working together?"
"Normal people all talk like that."
The gray-haired policeman narrowed his eyes, looking at Dr. House, who remained the same even at the last minute: "I suspect you're carrying medication on you right now!"
Dr. House paused, glancing at Chuck, who sat quietly in the car watching the scene without offering any support. Knowing something was wrong, he began to explain: "I didn't drive recklessly, nor did I drink alcohol. You have no reason..."
"Leaving aside your dangerous behavior of chasing Detective Chuck's car and banging on his window with your cane,"
the gray-haired policeman glanced at Chuck, then stared into Dr. House's eyes: "Just say your pupils are dilated, indicating you may have taken controlled substances. Please turn around and put your hands on your head!"
"Is this kind of polite enforcement effective?"
Dr. House scoffed.
Before he could finish speaking, the gray-haired policeman yanked him around, hands behind his head, and began searching his body, finding a handful of Vicodin in his pocket.
"Do you have a prescription?"
"I'm disabled, and I work at a hospital. Do you think I wouldn't have a prescription?"
Dr. House retorted.
"A deadbeat like you, so arrogant, I bet you'd rather not bother with a prescription!"
The gray-haired policeman seemed to see right through him, stating his true situation directly.
"He insulted me, you heard it!"
Dr. House looked at Chuck.
"He's telling the truth,"
Chuck said bluntly.
"Which part?"
Dr. House exclaimed, "I only agree with the first part!"
"Looks like that's accurate then."
The gray-haired policeman laughed, "Detective Chuck is famous for his ability to see through people!"
With that, he coldly pulled out handcuffs and cuffed Dr. House: "You're under arrest! The charge is possession of controlled substances without a valid prescription. You have the right to remain silent, and you should exercise that right."
"..."
The sharp-tongued Dr. House sensed the malice.
However, with his hands cuffed, his sharp tongue wasn't as unrestrained as before.
"You really think so?"
Dr. House looked at Chuck.
"Name every single one of the ways he broke the law!"
Chuck said expressionlessly.
"Thank you!"
The gray-haired policeman nodded to Chuck. "I follow the law in everything! Unlike him!"
Chuck watched Dr. House being arrested, then went to Professor Alicia Harper's house to meet Lisa, a Texas girl who had returned from Washington, D.C. A professor, a PhD candidate, and an assistant—they threw themselves into the forefront of scientific research.
The next day.
Chuck's cell phone rang. Dr. Wilson said unhappily on the other end, "Chuck, House has been arrested and detained overnight. He says you knew."
"Not knew, watched!"
Dr. House's voice came from the other end.
"Yes!"
Chuck calmly admitted.
"Why?"
Dr. Wilson asked, puzzled. "Even if House was wrong, we're still friends."
"You think House was right?"
Chuck countered. "From beginning to end, can you name any wrongdoing by Detective Mike Tritter in this matter?"
"..."
Dr. Wilson was speechless.
He truly couldn't say!
Putting aside the previous conflict, after being so humiliated by Dr. House, Detective Mike Tritter didn't immediately sue Dr. House. Instead, he went to the hospital director, demanding a heartfelt apology from Dr. House.
And clearly, Dr. House wasn't even willing to offer a superficial apology.
Only then did the gray-haired policeman Mike Tritter say he understood, that he wouldn't prosecute Dr. House, and explained the reasons to him.
"You're a bully, a jerk! You'll never back down unless you encounter someone even worse. I'll teach you a lesson so you won't dare treat patients like that again!"
However, Dr. House replied, "I will absolutely not apologize. If I were to apologize, it would only be for not finding a larger thermometer!"
The gray-haired policeman wasn't just acting out of spite, at least not on the surface. Chuck even confirmed that the police's numerous harsh methods during Dr. House's arrest were completely by the book.
This contrast only highlighted Dr. House's despicable nature!
Even his best friend had to admit it; he had no words to refute it.
(End of Chapter)
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