American TV series: Starting with exploiting young Sheldon

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!" The reunion with her old flame made Grandma Connie completely forget John's shortcomings.

Moreover, Professor John's current behavior is indeed much more romantic than before.

"Mike, don't worry about me. See you at the hospital tomorrow!" Before getting into Professor John's car, Grandma Connie didn't forget to let Mike know.

Yes, George's father's surgery is scheduled for tomorrow.

The fact that Grandma Connie could still remember this at a time like this proves that she still cares about Old Man George.

"Have fun!" Mike waved to Grandma Connie, then reminded Professor John, who was about to drive, "Professor John, drive carefully. If needed, you can find someone to drive for you."

Professor John, who was once disliked by Connie's grandmother for being old-fashioned, has managed to get his driver's license through self-study in the past six months. However, his driving skills are not something to be overly concerned about.

Soon, Professor John, eager to enjoy some alone time with his partner, drove off and disappeared from Mike and the others' sight. Unfortunately, his driving skills were rather poor, and the car stalled twice along the way.

"Let's go back too." After watching the two elderly people leave, Mike prepared to go home and continue his studies.

He had originally prepared a place for Connie's grandmother to stay, but now it seems that it will not be needed.

As for his studies, Mike has already finished all his first-year university courses in the past two days, so his future looks promising.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Dr. House, carrying a stack of heart-related medical records, once again found Dr. Sean, who was preparing for tomorrow's surgery.

“Here, these are all case studies related to heart failure. They might be helpful to you.” Dr. House placed the cases on the table.

"Um, Dr. House, I'm sorry..." Dr. Sean seemed quite embarrassed about stealing the spotlight from the other person earlier.

They didn't dare look directly into each other's eyes.

"That's your skill, there's nothing to apologize for..." Dr. House shook his head dismissively, then encouraged, "Keep up the good work, I told you, I have high hopes for you."

After exchanging a few more words about tomorrow's treatment, Dr. House said goodbye and left gracefully, giving Dr. Sean ample time to prepare.

As for Dr. Sean, he didn't actually intend to steal Dr. House's thunder.

He just desperately needed this opportunity to prove himself.

Yes, Dr. Sean really wanted to show off his abilities in front of Mike as a way of expressing his gratitude.

He suffers from severe autism. If it weren't for Mike's "discerning eye" in taking him in, he might not even have a medical license, let alone the work environment he has now.

With this mindset, during John's wife's last treatment, Dr. House was the main surgeon, and Dr. Sean didn't contribute much.

That's why he had this previous "performance" of taking credit.

It must be said that this genius doctor with severe autism, although somewhat lacking in social skills, is surprisingly likable in terms of personality.

Chapter 415 Panacea

"Anesthesiologist, please administer the medication for six hours..."

After giving the anesthesiologist a heads-up and checking that all the medical equipment was in order, Dr. House turned to the young surgeon in the operating room and said, "Sean, don't be nervous, you can do it!"

At this time, it was the day before George's father's surgery.

In the operating room, Sean brought two assistants with him, while the position of first assistant was reserved for Dr. House.

This scene looks a lot like an experienced doctor teaching his apprentice.

Meanwhile, in the observation room outside the operating room, there were also

There were quite a few people gathered. Among them were Dr. House's assistant and others, as well as Mike's group, including Grandma Connie, Professor John, Peggy, and the cold-faced Nedy.

It's fair to say that this surgery was a very large-scale operation.

Before the surgery began, Dr. Sean, who had been a little nervous, closed his eyes as he stood in front of the operating table. When he opened his eyes again a moment later, his face had returned to calm.

Clearly, this brilliant doctor had composed himself.

With Dr. House's nod, the surgery began immediately.

Anesthesia, surgery... field clearance, patient treatment...

Once Dr. Sean calmed down, the entire surgery proceeded smoothly and methodically.

With the assistance of the more experienced and brilliant doctor House, the entire surgical procedure proceeded smoothly without any major incidents.

Five hours later, as the operating room door opened, a slightly tired Sean and his team of assistants emerged.

"The surgery was a success!" Dr. Sean, who had taken off his mask, had a rare smile on his youthful face.

"It's more than a success, it's practically art..." Dr. House, who personally participated in the surgery, looked at the young doctor with nothing but surprise in his eyes.

How can someone so young perform such a complex surgery so smoothly, with every step as precise as if it had been measured?

Dr. House had previously seen Sean perform several minor surgeries with good skill, which was why he viewed this young man differently.

Who would have thought that the other party could maintain such a high level of skill during a six-hour major surgery, without making a single mistake throughout the entire process.

This is almost impossible in reality; even Dr. House couldn't achieve this.

At this moment, he completely regarded this young, talented doctor as a physician of the same level as himself.

On the other side, the doctors who had observed the entire surgical procedure looked at Sean as if he were a "god," the chosen god of surgery.

"Thank you for your hard work. Go and get some rest. If you need anything in the future, just let John know," Mike said, expressing his gratitude to the attending physician.

Having gained a lot of medical experience over the past two days at the hospital, he could tell how difficult this surgery was.

As a reward, Mike would always remind John to take good care of the young doctor in both work and life.

"It's all I should do~" With that acknowledgement, Dr. Sean's shy smile became even more genuine.

……

Another week has passed, and George's father looks much better after the treatment.

At this moment, he was lying in a "small bathtub" filled with a white liquid. As time passed, the medicinal bath liquid slowly solidified into a waxy substance.

At one point, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, old man George suddenly opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and sat up from the wax-block-shaped bathtub.

Then, Dr. House and Dr. Sean, who had already prepared the examination equipment, attached the instrument to Old Man George's body.

"Heart rate normal...blood pressure normal...wound fully healed..."

If Dr. House hadn't seen George's previous condition, he would have thought he was dreaming.

"It's amazing. If it weren't for his obesity, he would be healthier than the average young man..." Dr. House exclaimed as he looked at the wax blocks in the pool.

For a doctor, a medicinal bath that can restore a person's vitality is practically a "panacea".

I can't even imagine what it would be like if this kind of thing became widespread and people who had just undergone major surgery could soak in it.

"You've seen the results..." Mike, who had been observing from the side, was very satisfied with the surprised expressions on the two genius doctors' faces. He then gestured to John beside him and gave each of them two pieces of the Assassin's Guild's [Ointment].

The reason Mike had the two brilliant doctors come over today to watch Old Man George's medicated bath was to give them a basic understanding of this miraculous ointment.

As for the two medicines given to them, they were a reward for curing Old Man George.

Yes, Dr. House's performance this time was satisfactory to Mike.

“Good stuff…” Dr. House grabbed the medicine block and sniffed it carefully, then asked, “How much of this medicine do you have? How difficult is it to make?”

Clearly, this experienced and brilliant doctor had already conceived of the clinical use of this "panacea".

“I can give you the formula to study, but I must warn you, this medicine is extremely difficult to make.” Mike understood Dr. House’s thoughts and gave the answer directly.

This kind of thing wasn't common in the Assassin's Guild before because it was very difficult and costly to make.

The Black-Clad Medical Research Team is currently working hard to develop a simplified version of this ointment, so the formula is not that precious and has not yet reached the point where it needs to be kept strictly secret.

Mike revealed the information about this ointment to the two brilliant doctors in the hope that they could get inspiration from it and create a simplified alternative in advance.

Judging from its effectiveness, this ointment is sure to benefit the public, so there's no need to worry about sales.

Making money is nothing to be ashamed of.

"Alright, you two go ahead and get back to work." Having said his piece, Mike dismissed the two brilliant doctors after handing over the ointment.

"George, how are you feeling now?" Mike turned to look at George's father, who was adjusting to his healthy body.

At this moment, he looked to be in very good condition and spirits, and even his hair, which had turned mostly white, showed signs of turning black again.

“I’ve never felt this good before. I feel like I’m twenty again…” Old Man George replied with delight.

As for where he got the ointment, he was curious but didn't ask rashly.

"That's good. You can rest and recuperate in the hospital for a while, and it would be best if you could develop good sleep and lifestyle habits," Mike suggested to George's father.

Actually, the ointment from the Assassin's Creed wasn't a panacea; it simply restored George's father to the condition he should have been in at over forty.

If the other person doesn't know how to take care of themselves and continues to drink alcohol and eat greasy food, their health will probably collapse in a few years.

Mike suggested that the other person stay in the hospital so that he could develop good living habits under the care of the doctors.

It doesn't need to take too long, one or two months will suffice.

"Well... alright!" Now that he's recovered, George really wants to go home and reunite with his family, and share the good news with them in person.

However, he also knew that Mike's suggestion for him to stay here for the time being was for his own good.

“Don’t worry about it so much. If you want to go home right now, I can buy you a plane ticket immediately,” Mike said gently.

It's not a business deal if you're eager to do something; Mike did everything he could for George's family.

Besides, George's father isn't a child anymore, and Mike doesn't want to control his life. So, the final decision still rests with the other party.

“I think I’ll stay here for a while longer…” Old Man George knew himself well; once he went home and no one was there to supervise him, he would definitely revert to his old lifestyle.

It's worth mentioning that the reason George's father was able to give up beer before was entirely due to his health. Now that he's recovered, he might not be able to resist the temptation of beer.

"Anyway, thank you for this time, Mike." Although George's father has decided not to go home for the time being, it doesn't mean he can't share the good news with his family.

Therefore, before leaving to make the call, he sincerely thanked Mike again.

Meanwhile, Dr. House, who had obtained the miraculous ointment, had long realized that it could cure his lameness.

So, upon returning to his office, he immediately summoned his team of assistants.

"Click~"

To the astonishment of his assistants, Dr. House decisively broke his own lame leg and then shouted, "Taylor, quickly set my bones, I'm in excruciating pain!"

After a chaotic scene, orthopedic specialist Taylor helped the attending physician reposition the broken leg.

Dr. House, already sweating profusely from the pain, offered no explanation and continued shouting, "Jeremy, bring me a large bathtub, and make sure it's full of water!"

A few minutes later, to everyone's puzzled looks, Dr. House reluctantly took out two ointments from his pocket, thought for a moment, broke off a small piece and kept it aside for research.

Then, Dr. House put the remaining ointment into the bathtub and lay down in the tub, clothes and socks still on.

"What is Dr. House doing? He's in the mood for a bath at a time like this?"

"Should we give him a painkiller injection now...?"

"He should have surgery now..."

Amidst the bewildered exclamations of his assistants, Dr. House gradually drifted into a "sleep".

Fortunately, he had a history of all sorts of outrageous procedures, so although his assistants thought Dr. House was behaving strangely this time, they did not take him to the operating table while he was "asleep" after confirming that he was not in any danger.

Then, everyone saw the bathwater slowly solidify into a waxy substance.

"Whoosh~"

Half a day later, Dr. House suddenly sat up in the bathtub and said strangely, "So this is what it feels like~"

He described his feeling as the reason why George's first reaction after "waking up" was to take deep breaths.

For no other reason than that, from a medical perspective, when this ointment is used to treat the human body, it causes the person to fall into a state of "turtle breathing".

Then, ignoring the astonished looks on his assistants' faces, Dr. House lifted his lame leg and began to tap and pound on the wound.

"It's really healed! It's amazing!! This will be a medical miracle!!!"

As the examination progressed, Dr. House visibly became increasingly agitated.

At this point, an assistant also discovered a key point: the attending physician's leg, which had been lame for many years, could now move freely.

"What on earth is going on, Dr. House?"

After seeing that Dr. House had already nimbly circled the room several times, Dr. Charles, his friend and assistant, asked the question that had been bothering him.

"I also want to know. If we can understand the underlying principles, it will be a medical revolution, and it's not impossible to go down in history..." Dr. House walked somewhat erratically to the table and picked up a piece of ointment that he had broken off earlier.

Now, even the most obtuse person could understand that Dr. House's change was related to the ointment in his hand.