If the Memory Palace is considered a library, then Geometric Thinking is a pair of hands that can combine the knowledge in one's mind.
For example, as long as one understands the manufacturing structure of an airplane in their mind, they can use Geometric Thinking to build a concrete airplane model in their mind, and even directly improve its design.
This can also be considered a type of thinking ability.
Mike, who already had a vast 'brain capacity', can now categorize and better retrieve and use the knowledge in his mind with this ability.
For combat, this ability is simply a perfect match for Power of Transformation. One is responsible for 'designing', and the other for 'using'.
It can be said that Mike has now become an alternative (pseudo) creator.
"Interesting." Mike, sitting in the back seat of the car, stretched out his hands and, using his own energy, conjured a larger Noisy Cricket out of thin air.
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"House, what you did today was a bit impulsive. That's the big boss of this hospital." In the hospital, the handsome blonde Charles expressed his concern to Dr. House.
Robert Charles, who grew up in a wealthy family, was very aware of the power of those rich people.
Next to them, the other members of Dr. House's team also became serious.
Although they enjoyed seeing Dr. House make a fool of himself, they absolutely did not want to see him get into trouble, showing a bit of a 'frenemy' dynamic.
"Why are you all looking at me? I think our big boss shouldn't be so petty…" Dr. House, who had understood the young boss's thoughts in his own way, was in a very good mood now.
That handsome and wealthy boss seemed to have no other intentions, just treating them as a pure medical team.
This was a good thing for Dr. House, who had gained a great deal of autonomy; he liked this atmosphere and environment very much.
Yes, although Dr. House had a peculiar personality, he was by no means a fool. The first unintentional offense to Mike was likely an accident.
But taking out experimental drugs the second time was definitely a deliberate test of Mike's temper.
From the results, Mike's reaction was quite satisfactory to Dr. House.
"Alright, everyone get busy. Pull out all the heart-related cases and study them thoroughly. We have a tough battle in two days…" Since he had decided to stay here, Dr. House would naturally do his part.
After the team members got busy, Dr. House sought out Dr. Sean, the attending physician on the other side.
"How about you be the chief surgeon for this patient?" Dr. House directly stated his idea.
"Me, can I do it?" Dr. Sean seemed a bit unconfident.
In fact, according to the procedure, the young Dr. Sean should still only be an intern. If he went to another hospital, his level of autism might prevent him from even becoming an intern.
"Be confident, Sean. Your talent is excellent, and your medical skills are fine… Strictly speaking, you're more suitable than me for performing surgeries…" More than a month of working together had allowed Dr. House to understand Sean very well.
This young doctor had an excellent sense of space. Any surgery he performed was extremely precise and 'clean'.
It was as if before he even started cutting, he had already planned out the entire surgery in his mind.
Yes, the Geometric Thinking ability Mike obtained was contributed by Dr. Sean.
This young doctor had used this ability to simulate 3D anatomical models countless times. With this foundation, when facing patients, he could accurately identify the problem at a glance.
Then, using the Geometric Thinking ability, he would simulate the process of treating the patient in his mind again.
It can be said that before every operation, he had already rehearsed it countless times in his mind.
There was basically no possibility of error.
"If you're still not confident, I can be your first assistant for this surgery." Dr. House spoke again, reassuring Sean.
In fact, Dr. House highly valued this talented young doctor and had some thoughts of nurturing him.
Similar to a successor.
"Then I'll try…" Dr. Sean accepted the task.
He wasn't actually afraid of performing surgery, but due to his youth, lack of experience, and personality, he was afraid of unexpected situations during surgery.
Now that he had another excellent doctor as a backup, there was nothing to worry about.
"That's right, be confident," Dr. House patted his shoulder, a smile on his face.
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Soon, two days later, after picking up George and the others at the airport, Mike went directly to the hospital.
In the hospital, both excellent medical teams were ready, and even the seemingly unreliable Dr. House was much more serious now.
"The patient is obese, and we cannot rule out the possibility of high blood sugar and lipids, which would put a great burden on the heart…" In the ward, Dr. House made a preliminary diagnosis of the patient's condition: "Follow me… deep breaths…"
A few minutes later, Dr. House put down his stethoscope and summarized: "The patient has difficulty breathing, accompanied by palpitations, heart fluttering, shortness of breath, and other symptoms. Coupled with lower limb edema, it's highly likely to be heart failure…"
On the other side, the 'shy' Dr. Sean also gave the same diagnosis.
"Then what should we do? Is it very serious?" Connie asked.
"Based on the symptoms shown, the situation is not optimistic…" Dr. House shook his head and said, "But the specific situation still needs to be determined after imaging."
After an electrocardiogram, X-ray chest film, and cardiac ultrasound, George's heart failure was confirmed.
"There are two treatment plans: one, direct heart transplant. Two, cardiac resynchronization therapy…" Dr. House said, "Because the condition is already quite serious, if we choose plan two, the surgery will be more difficult. This includes a series of comprehensive treatment methods such as cardiac defibrillation, valve repair, and atrial widening."
Upon hearing that George's condition was so serious, Connie, who had observed the entire process, was already a bit distraught.
Finally, she stepped forward and tightly embraced poor George.
As for George, he might have already been mentally prepared, so he wasn't as emotional as Connie.
"Then, Doctor, how much longer do I have?" George asked, his voice unknowingly a little hoarse.
When encountering such a situation, even the calmest person cannot remain completely unemotional.
"Without treatment, you can live for at most one more year…" Dr. House's words made everyone's hearts sink, but a turning point quickly came: "Of course, if a matching heart can be found for a heart transplant, there's a good chance you can fully recover. If you choose the comprehensive treatment plan, it depends on the effect after surgery. If I do it, I can guarantee you live for another ten or eight years."
When it came to the medical field, Dr. House appeared very confident, and of course, he had the qualifications to be so.
"How long will it take to find a matching heart?" Mike was not in the mood to play games with Dr. House and directly chose the best treatment plan.
"I can't be sure about that. If we're lucky, maybe tomorrow, if not…" At this point, Dr. House shrugged and did not continue.
The meaning was clear: if luck was bad, a suitable heart might not be found until George passed away.
"Ten, eight years… that's enough…" George on the hospital bed pondered. Ten or eight years would be enough time for him to accompany Sheldon and Missy as they grew up.
"Thank you for this, Mike." George first thanked Mike, who was also deep in thought, then turned to Dr. House and said, "Doctor, I choose the second plan, the comprehensive surgery."
Compared to waiting for an uncertain hope, being able to live another ten or eight years was already a very good outcome.
"I'd like to say something, if Mr. George trusts me. I can guarantee that after the comprehensive surgery, he will have at least fifteen more years." At this moment, Dr. Sean, who had a weak sense of presence, slightly raised his hand and offered his opinion.
Although it might offend Dr. House, Dr. Sean still wanted to seize this opportunity to perform.
Moreover, in his mind, he had already basically simulated the treatment process.
"Fifteen years, are you sure? It seems you're even more of a genius than I thought." Dr. House was not angry as expected; instead, after receiving the young doctor's confident expression, he showed a look of approval.
In Dr. House's perception, although the young doctor had autism, he was upright and would not easily make promises he couldn't fulfill.
"Fifteen years? Then I'll leave this surgery to you, Dr. Sean." Mike no longer hesitated and directly handed the treatment task to the young doctor.
He had previously been wondering whether to use unconventional means to find a matching heart for George.
Mike admitted that he was not a good person, and if the situation required it, he would indeed do so, provided it didn't harm his own interests.
The Half-Vampire or other damned criminals would be his first choice.
But now it seemed there was no need to take that risk; he could completely wait for George to finish the comprehensive surgery, and then let him soak in the Fraternity's 'Medicinal Bath'.
That kind of thing couldn't cure diseases, but it could restore the existing body. There was a high probability of George 'recovering' after the surgical treatment.
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"What do you want to eat? How about trying New York's specialty steak?" After leaving George at the hospital, Mike took Connie and Paige to the food court of the commercial street, planning to treat them to a welcome meal.
"You decide, I'll also try the specialty food of the big city." Coming into contact with the lively atmosphere of the commercial street made Connie look very happy.
If George could only live for one year, Connie might have been very sad. But if he could live for another fifteen years, Connie felt no sadness at all.
Moreover, adhering to an optimistic mindset, she naturally liked lively places. Now that she had no worries, looking at the bustling commercial street in front of her, she sighed, feeling that big cities were indeed great.
Next, Mike took Connie, Paige, and the stern female bodyguard Needy to enjoy a delicious meal in the food court.
"Connie!"
As they walked out of the food court, someone unexpected to Connie appeared before her, with a look of pleasant surprise.
"John, why are you here?" After her initial surprise, Connie also smiled.
The two old friends embraced telepathically, then performed a cheek kiss.
"I'm so happy to see you. I heard from Mike that you came to New York, and I still couldn't quite believe it…" Dr. Sturgis had too much to say, but he held it back in the end. He finally invited, "Perhaps I could invite you to see a movie, or go to Broadway to see an opera. I wonder if you would do me the honor?"
The mystery was solved; the reason Dr. Sturgis was here was that he had heard the news from Mike.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!" The reunion of old lovers made Connie completely forget John's shortcomings.
Moreover, Dr. Sturgis's current demeanor was indeed much more romantic than before.
"Mike, you don't need to worry about me anymore. We'll see each other at the hospital tomorrow." Before getting into Dr. Sturgis's small car, Connie did not forget to inform Mike.
Yes, George's surgery was scheduled for tomorrow.
At such a time, Connie could still remember this, proving that she still cared deeply about George.
"Have fun~" Mike waved to Connie, then reminded Dr. Sturgis, who was about to drive: "Dr. Sturgis, drive carefully. If needed, you can find someone to drive for you."
Dr. Sturgis, who had once been disliked by Connie for being old-fashioned, had taught himself to get a driver's license in the past six months. As for his driving skills, well, one couldn't ask for too much.
Soon, Dr. Sturgis, eager to spend time alone with Connie, drove away and disappeared from Mike and the others' sight. However, because his driving skills were truly not good, the car stalled twice along the way.
"Let's go back too." After seeing the two elders off, Mike also prepared to go home and continue studying.
He had originally prepared accommodation for Connie, but now it seemed it wouldn't be needed.
As for studying, Mike had already completed all the first-year college courses in the past two days, so it could be said that his future was promising.
On the other side of the hospital, Dr. House, holding a stack of heart disease cases, once again found Dr. Sean, who was preparing for tomorrow's surgery.
"Here, these are all cases related to heart failure, perhaps they will be helpful to you." Dr. House placed the cases on the table.
"Um, Dr. Hou-House, I'm sorry…" Dr. Sean seemed very embarrassed about having stolen the 'limelight' from him earlier.
He didn't even dare to look directly at the other person.
"That's your ability, there's nothing to be sorry about…" Dr. House shook his head indifferently, then encouraged him: "Work hard. I told you, I think highly of you."
Afterward, the two exchanged a few more words about tomorrow's treatment, and then Dr. House gracefully said goodbye and left, leaving Dr. Sean ample preparation time.
As for Dr. Sean, he hadn't deliberately tried to steal Dr. House's thunder earlier.
He just needed this opportunity to perform too much.
Yes, Dr. Sean really wanted to show his abilities to Mike as a gesture of gratitude.
With severe autism, if it weren't for Mike's 'unique insight' in taking him in, he might not even have had a medical license, let alone his current working environment.
With this mindset, during the last treatment of John's wife, Dr. House was the chief surgeon throughout, and Dr. Sean didn't contribute much.
This led to his previous 'performance' of taking credit this time.
It must be said that this genius doctor with severe autism, though a bit unworldly, was unexpectedly quite likable in terms of personality.