I'm Just Saying, You're Just Listening

Western Heaven Hotel.

At the entrance.

Facing Dr. House's still flippant, joking tone, Adam smiled as well. "How would I deal with threats? Naturally, with proportional retaliation!"

"Wow, is that proportional retaliation the kind of 'proportional' I'm imagining?"

Dr. House grinned even more broadly. "One to a hundred proportional?"

"Want to hear it?"

Adam smiled.

"Of course."

Leaning on his cane, Dr. House shifted his stance and glanced at Adam. "And even if I didn't want to hear it, you'd definitely tell me anyway, wouldn't you?"

"Just as expected of you!"

Adam nodded with a smile.

Unless absolutely necessary, he did not want to make a move against Dr. House.

For one thing, if he did, it meant Chandler had already been harmed.

For another, if he did, a legend would come to an end.

That would be an enormous loss to the entire medical community, to all the kind people in the American TV Show World, and even to Adam himself.

Therefore, the best approach was to remind the other party that he was seriously concerned about this, describe the consequences as clearly as possible, and use that to prevent the outcome he least wanted to see.

"Do you know what kind of people I hate the most?"

"Surely not people like me?"

Dr. House laughed. "It can't be that bad, can it?"

"Of course not."

Adam smiled. "Dr. House is a legend. Those of us doctors devoted to medicine all admire you greatly. How could we possibly hate you the most?"

"Admiring someone the most and hating them the most aren't mutually exclusive."

Dr. House hit the nail on the head.

"A true insight."

Adam nodded, then shook his head. "But in the matter I'm talking about, they don't entirely overlap. The person I hate most is Ouyang