The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

Reminded by Hannah, Jack quickly asked: "How is Officer Bishop?"

"Cough!" Zoe, who had an unwavering expression on her side, came closer and coughed lightly, which made Hannah reluctantly let go of her arms around Jack's neck. She glared at Hannah and then said to Jack: "Dr. House, the best surgical director at the Central Hospital, is operating on her. He said that thanks to your first aid, Officer Bishop's life is not in danger."

Jack looked at Tim, who was holding his arms, and asked with concern: "Officer Bradford, is your wife okay?"

Tim's stern old face squeezed out a rare smile and nodded: "Isabella's surgery was completed in the afternoon, and the doctor said it is very likely that she will wake up." He paused, with a stern expression, and was surrounded by smiling people on the side. Lucy poked her with her arm before she seemed to have made up her mind. She continued with difficulty: "You can call me Tim from now on. Thank you again for saving my life today. You are the best person I have ever seen." The rookie."

Jack grinned happily. It was not easy to get praise from this guy. This bullet was not in vain. He then turned to look at Lucy, who had also been shot: "Are you okay?"

Lucy patted her chest very proudly: "The doctor said that if my cup size was smaller, I might have fractures, but now there are no problems except a little bruise."

Jack's eyes swept over the ladies around him, and he thought to himself that you are the only one here who is a B-cup, so proud as hell, he directly joked: "If it were someone else, you wouldn't even have bruises, right?"

Angela slapped him on the shoulder. "If you weren't injured, Lucy and I would beat you up right now."

Everyone laughed for a while, and Maureen, a girl with gold-rimmed glasses, appeared out of nowhere and took the handle of Jack's wheelchair. "Okay everyone, this handsome young man still needs to undergo a few tests, so he can only leave it to me first."

As she spoke, she winked at Zoe and pushed Jack out of the surgery waiting area.

Through the elevator, Maureen pushed Jack into a doctor's office on the fifth floor, closed the door, and let him lie down on a simple bed.

"I think I found your problem." She picked up a stack of reports from the table and sat beside Jack's bed and said to him.

"Uh, was it Zoe who informed you?" Jack swallowed hard.

The scent of perfume from the girl with glasses had been troubling his nerves since just now. Now she sat down on the edge of the bed. Her white coat was lifted up and her black stockings could be clearly seen through the slits. The edge and the higher garter belt made his fragile will caused by the sequelae even more chaotic.

Maureen snorted, seemingly dissatisfied with Jack for not notifying her immediately after today's incident. “Yes, Zoe called me to inform me before you entered the hospital, so I could include the tests I needed during your preoperative physical examination.”

Jack's Adam's apple surged, and he desperately tried to move his eyes away from the flesh-cutting depression at the base of the stockings. In the sealed room, the alluring scent of female perfume seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

"So, what exactly is my problem?"

Maureen didn't seem to notice anything strange about Jack, and her eyes never left the report in her hand: "The blood test results show that after you were sent to the hospital, the adrenaline level in your body was always at a high level. After you left the high-pressure environment, your body It only slightly reduces the secretion of adrenaline, but it is still higher than the daily average level. Your so-called desire to kill actually comes from this."

"So, is it because of my body?"

Maureen shook her head: "Aren't you curious why you need a whole-body MRI after being shot in the leg? I've checked and found that there are no tumors or signs of disease in your brain and adrenal glands, so I initially judge that this is a problem with your subconscious mind. You Your brain always defaults that you are in a dangerous environment. At the same time, it seems that in order to offset the side effects of adrenaline, the three hormones dopamine, endorphins and testosterone in your body are also always at a high level. This is also consistent with your ability to always maintain high levels during combat. Calm description.”

"Oh shit, I don't think I'm calm at all right now." Jack felt that his sanity was like a steel wire that was about to break, as long as he had a little more strength.

"You fool, this is a talent given to you by God. You are born to be an excellent warrior. If you were born in ancient times, you would be the strongest knight in the world and the most desirable lover for ladies."

Maureen closed the test report with a snap and looked at Jack like a female dragon discovering a mountain of gold coins.

"I'd rather not have this damn talent. Maureen, could you call me Zoe?" Jack felt like he was about to die. What kind of perfume did this woman use? This damn smell was so alluring. He wished he could let her go. He buried his head in her arms and took a deep breath.

"Hmph, what do you want to do? Let Zoe come to my office to do bad things with you? You are a male beast dominated by hormones, this is my office!" Maureen leaned down and looked at him, rich and profound The ravine can be seen clearly through the open collar, and the words are clearly sarcastic, but the corners of the mouth are raised in a charming arc.

"Hiss" was like a heavy hammer hitting the steel wire that was about to break. Jack could swear that the girl with glasses was acting this way on purpose.

"Say no more." Maureen pressed Jack's slender hand on Jack's chest and slowly unbuttoned his hospital gown one by one: "Zoe is responsible now. She just begged me to take good care of you. Patient, do you have a better way to restore calm to your subconscious mind?"

"An injured beast is very dangerous." Jack gritted his teeth.

"It doesn't matter, I locked the door just now, so no one else can be hurt." Maureen's voice became more charming than the Soviet refrigerator that Jack encountered in the game in his previous life.

She stretched out her hand to lift up a strand of hair hanging down by her ears, stuck out her tongue, licked her pink red lips, and slowly lowered her head.

"I am a patient, and you are my doctor." The wire in his mind was completely broken, but Jack still wanted to try to struggle.

Maureen raised her head and rolled her eyes at him angrily, "So just be obedient and don't move, and the doctor sister will help you treat your illness."

An hour later, there was a rapid knock on the door.

"Maureen, are you in there?" It was Zoe's voice.

"Wait a moment." Maureen, who was lying in Jack's arms, patted the man who was so nervous that his whole body was stiff. She lazily stood up and put on her white coat, opened the door and let Zoe in, then locked it immediately.

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