New Jersey.
Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital.
"A noisy woman?"
Dr. Wilson looked utterly baffled. "What does that have to do with Adam Duncan? Was she his ex-girlfriend?"
"No, better than an ex-girlfriend."
Dr. House said smugly, "She's Duncan's good friend. For someone like Adam Duncan, friends with benefits are everywhere and wouldn't matter to him. But a good friend is different."
"Did you and Dr. Duncan have a conflict?"
The beautiful doctor Cameron stopped what she was doing and frowned.
"Let me guess."
Dr. House glanced at her. "He called my office first, then you picked up. You thought he seemed like a nice person?"
"...Yes."
Cameron still found Dr. House's seemingly mind-reading ability hard to take. "Luckily, you didn't say I fell in love with him over a single phone call."
"You wouldn't!"
Dr. House smiled confidently. "In a woman's eyes, Duncan's qualifications are indeed nearly perfect. But he's exactly not your type."
Cameron's heart jolted. She gave a self-mocking smile. "Oh? What type do I like?"
"You like the incomplete, the broken—people like me."
Dr. House gave her a meaningful look.
"You really are arrogant."
Cameron forced a smile. "I'll get the phone book."
"House!"
Dr. Wilson, the warm-hearted man who liked delicate, pitiful women, shot his best friend a displeased look.
"What?"
Dr. House sat down, propping his leg directly on the chair without a care. "We're doctors. We should face our psychological problems instead of refusing treatment out of shame."
Cameron quickly regained her composure, entered with the phone book, and began going through the alphabetical listings for Rachel's name, dialing every Rachel's number one by one.
The handsome white Dr. Chase obediently began dialing Phoebe's numbers, searching for the right Phoebe.
The middle-aged Black Dr. Foreman was no exception.
"Huh, I thought you'd insist on