House: Adam, You'd Look Beautiful in Women's Clothes

New Jersey.

Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital.

Wilson Oncology Clinic.

A bearded middle-aged man lay in an examination chair, sucking on a lollipop as he flipped through a magazine.

"You don't have any patients? Not a single one?"

Before him, James Wilson, a middle-aged white doctor in a white coat, stood staring at him in disbelief. "House, you handpicked a group of elite doctors to work for you just so they could sit around doing nothing?"

"Cameron is helping me reply to emails."

The bearded middle-aged man was none other than the legendary Dr. House. He took the lollipop from his mouth and answered seriously.

"Well, that certainly makes good use of their time."

Dr. Wilson sneered. "What about Chase and Foreman?"

"Hmm..."

Dr. House thought for a moment, then said uncertainly, "Doing research?"

"..."

Even though he and Dr. House were best friends, Dr. Wilson was still left speechless by House's methods.

Ring, ring.

Just then, his phone rang.

"It must be Cuddy. Can't she let me have even a little free time?"

Dr. House assumed the sexy hospital director could not find him and had called directly. He gave his best friend a helpless look, tossed out a flirty remark, and answered the phone.

"Busy."

One word. Simple and clear.

"Is this Dr. Gregory House? I'm Dr. Adam Duncan from New York Medical Center."

Adam smiled.

"So you finally came around."

Dr. House leaned back. "I was wondering before why I hadn't seen your application.

It's a little late now. I've already hired three ducklings.

But if you come, I can fire all of them.

You're better than Chase at the critical care and surgery he specializes in.

Foreman specializes in neurology, and I hear you're already performing Neurosurgery procedures independently.

A first-year resident. Impressive.

And the biggest reason