Chapter 585: Come hit me!

Medical center.

Emergency.

Consulting Room.

"come?"

"come!"

A middle-aged sociologist, a Huoyun evil god, encounters the posture of a companion of condor heroes.

Adam didn't mind letting him try.

He is not Sheldon and Beverly, and he does not despise sociologists not being scientists.

"Seeing you are so young and handsome, you can be a doctor at the New York Medical Center. You must have gone through the back door?"

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

"Being handsome is born, there is no way."

Adam smiled and said: "But I can enter the medical center because I have the ability. In your eyes, the value of the face is the first, but the talent is the last?"

While talking and looking at the hairline of the middle-aged sociologist, he said, "You don't have a trace of beauty, you rely on talent to become a sociologist. The first reaction to a problem should be talent, and you should not be so superficial." expression.

"..."

The middle-aged sociologist turned dark: "You have to be honest, otherwise the research will be meaningless."

"Oh?"

Adam was surprised: "It also makes sense to be honest? It shouldn't be that you distinguish the information yourself, and then provoke others based on the information you get? And whoever asks this kind of question in a serious way?"

"This doesn't count."

The middle-aged sociologist twitched: "You know in advance, and you have psychological prediction and protection in advance."

"So there are too many variables."

Adam spread his hand and said: "You are a waste of time in choosing this topic, but it's understandable as a scientist.

I have a few scientist friends who work every day to receive and send emails, read news, defraud funds, and even watch action romance movies on the office computer in full screen.

after all.

Always look for something to do, and appear to be busy, otherwise, what should I do if I am dismissed? "

"you!"

The middle-aged sociologist didn't provoke Adam, he almost got angry.

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

"I'm not good at it."

Adam shook his head: "That's because you haven't seen a real Great Onmyoji, all of them are talented.

Alas, it is always said that it depends on talent. In fact, talent is the first. The upper limit of most people's lifetime effort is only the lower limit of the starting point for talents with extraordinary talents.

In the news now, the most important thing is to report hard.

This is a cruel thing.

Especially for those who firmly believe in this.

I really hope that they will never encounter a real genius for the rest of their lives, otherwise the pain of broken dreams will be really unbearable for ordinary people. "

When he said this, Adam kept looking at him.

"..."

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

But he was also mentally prepared.

This time, there was no anger, but high morale.

"Do you have a family?"

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

"of course."

Adam frowned and noticed the other party's bad intentions, and reminded: "Scientific investigations must also have boundaries. Don't cross the basic boundaries."

"I can't agree with that."

The middle-aged sociologist proudly said: "The topic I chose is to study PaI, that is, the interval between provocation and attack, against the negative emotion index. As long as it can irritate you, I can do anything, just like unlimited fighting. It is for science, not for individuals."

"Ok, that's it."

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

"why?"

The middle-aged sociologist is excited: "Is it because you value your family in particular? So you can't stand any insults to your family, or you and your family have a relationship beyond normal, I'm afraid I accidentally say... "

"Carol!"

Adam ignored him and greeted the nurse: "Mr. Desmond has only a skin injury. You can stitch him up."

"it is good."

Nurse Carol stepped forward immediately.

"What's wrong? Are you scared?"

The middle-aged sociologist reluctantly spoke to Adam a series of insults to his family.

Adam glanced at him.

"You are angry, aren't you?"

The middle-aged sociologist stared at Adam with a surprised look: "You really want to hit me, don't you? Come hit me! Don't worry, I won't sue you.

And I bought a sky-high premium, and my insurance company charged me insurance premiums according to the standards of NASCAR racers. Don’t use it in vain, come on! "

"Mr. Desmond, you really can be joking."

Adam smiled and said, "I am a doctor, how can I beat a patient."

After speaking, he turned and left.

"I mean, it's all for science, don't suppress your anger, come hit me...ah!"

The middle-aged sociologist shouted at the back of Adam's departure, and then let out a painful cry.

"I am sorry."

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

"Ah! Ah! Oh, God!"

The painful cries of middle-aged sociologists came one after another.

The corners of Adam's mouth curled slightly.

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

It's impossible!

But in front of the nurse so insulted and angered him, the wishes of the middle-aged sociologist can still be satisfied.

In fact, if it weren't for the middle-aged sociologist to ignore Adam's reminder later and bring Adam's family in, Adam would actually tell the nurse not to bully him.

At that time, Adam probably asked John Carter to stitch him together.

Unfortunately, he doesn't listen.

I used a needle to suture the wound on my face. If I was not careful, it was a needle pain...

But Adam took it for granted and completely underestimated his status in the hearts of nurses.

When Carol, the nurse of the ‘newcomer’ stubbornly sutured the middle-aged sociologist, and walked out of the ward, the entire emergency nurse heard the news.

"This bastard!"

"unacceptable!"

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

"Ah! So 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.

The middle-aged sociologist still knows nothing.

A few minutes later.

"Someone has come to accompany you, Mr. Desmond."

Nurse Carol walked in with a push bed.

Pushing the bed, there is a very strong African-American burly man. His upper body is naked, with muscular lumps all over his body, and his lower body is wearing shorts.

This is a professional boxer.

And it was an underground boxing match.

emmm.

Because he was knocked down three times in a row, he was stunned by his opponent with a punch, and he was in a very bad mood.

"This is Mr. Parnell."

Nurse Carol pulled the bed next door to the middle-aged sociologist, introduced it, and flashed.

This is not a VIP ward in the first place.

There are beds for two patients in one ward.

The beds in the hospital are very tight. Naturally, they must be properly arranged and not wasted.

"Hello there."

Not only did the middle-aged sociologist have no objections, but he was also very happy, and he was idle as well. Isn't this another research material, so he greeted him enthusiastically.

"what happened to you?"

"I don't want to talk about this. UU reading "

The brawny man with black punches glanced at him and then withdrew his gaze.

The middle-aged sociologist's eyes lit up.

I don't want to talk about it!

At the nurse's station outside the ward, the nurses gathered together, staring at this side, someone specially timed the clock.

After 2 minutes.

boom!

Humph!

Boom!

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

The brawny man's sneer came from the ward.

"This is the answer to your two questions."