Dr. House's Counterattack

New Jersey.

Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital.

Dr. House was left momentarily speechless by Adam's venomous comeback.

There was no helping it.

Adam had hit every one of his sore spots, viciously and precisely.

"...Anyway, Dr. House, you're welcome to attend tomorrow night's gathering anytime."

Seeing that, Adam stopped while he was ahead.

After all, House was an old-timer. He had to be shown some respect.

Respecting the elderly and caring for the young was a traditional virtue.

"Not interested."

Dr. House said it and hung up first.

"Was that Dr. Adam Duncan from New York Medical Center?"

Dr. Wilson, his best friend standing nearby, had already learned Adam's identity from the conversation and could not help asking curiously, "He's conducting clinical research on using viruses to eliminate tumors?

The younger generation is truly formidable.

Everyone has always said he was destined to become another legend in the medical world.

It seems his reputation is well deserved!

Where are you going?"

As he spoke, he saw Dr. House rise and head out with his cane. Remembering his friend's awful habits, he quickly grabbed him.

"He's concerned about this old-timer, so how could I, as an old-timer, not be concerned about him?"

Dr. House turned around and lightly tapped Dr. Wilson's hand with his cane. "Everybody lies, but the truth is often hidden in the lies. I'm going to find Adam Duncan's truth, then have a proper chat with him. He's interesting, and I hope he stays interesting."

"Don't do this!"

Dr. Wilson hurriedly tried to dissuade him. "He's not an ordinary person. You can't just do what you used to do—show up at someone's door, pick the lock with your wire, break in, rummage through their private things, and collect personal information.

He's not only an outstanding young doctor; he's also