Gong Shou Dao: You Have a Cane, I Have American Dollars!

Western Heaven Hotel.

At the entrance.

"Why can't we have it all?"

Adam smiled. "My goal is actually one hundred percent of the patient population. Otherwise, there wouldn't have been this gathering tonight."

"Come on!"

Dr. House glanced at Adam. "We're not kids anymore. In the adult world, you need to understand trade-offs."

"We can give it everything we've got," Adam retorted.

"That's for your many girlfriends, isn't it?" Dr. House mocked. "Energy is limited. The more you give your girlfriends, the less you have left for patients, let alone covering one hundred percent of them."

"That's to optimize genes, to strive for humanity's future evolution. It's better than you defiling ambitious female college students," Adam shot back. "And compared to most people, my energy is limitless."

"Wow, such confidence. I often chat with the female college students who receive my donations. They tell me that plenty of donors like to say that. Do you know what they think? They only sneer inwardly, Heh! Men!" Dr. House smiled. "And by your logic, I'm doing it for humanity's future too—providing donations for female college students who can't afford school. Isn't that contributing to humanity's overall level of civilization?"

"Contributing to humanity's evolution toward an AIDS civilization?" Adam sneered. "You know doctors are especially likely to catch it, right? Particularly doctors like you, who make donations to unfamiliar female college students every day."

"I'm a professional in that area," Dr. House said dismissively. "I prefer targeted, specific donations. The odds of me catching something are about the same as yours."

"Did your gym teacher teach you math?" Adam's expression chilled. "Or did you get stupid from watching mindless soap operas during work hours that should have been spent treating patients and saving lives? With that time, you could have saved countless more