Medical Center.
"Go on."
Hearing Dr. Wilson's words and seeing that Dr. House had stopped talking, Adam understood that the man had gotten his fill of verbal sparring and was finally ready to seriously hear his professional opinion. So he reined himself in as well.
"Female, twenty-nine. Two months ago, she suffered her first seizure, lost the ability to speak, and could only babble like an infant. She experienced intermittent intellectual decline and was initially diagnosed with a brain tumor.
"However, all three common brain tumor protein markers tested negative. She had no family history, no environmental risk factors, and showed no response to radiation therapy..."
Dr. Wilson, Dr. House's best friend, gave a detailed account of the female preschool teacher's condition.
He was a renowned oncologist.
After the preschool teacher had been diagnosed with a brain tumor, he had taken her in as his patient.
When he realized he could not handle the case, he lied to Dr. House that she was his cousin, only then getting Dr. House to see her.
There was no helping it.
Dr. House had no interest in ordinary cases. He would rather let his three elite doctors sit around doing nothing than take them on.
With that time, watching cheesy medical dramas was far more enjoyable.
But his only best friend's cousin was still worth making a move for.
"After House took over, he first judged it to be brain damage and prepared to perform an MRI. But the patient had a seizure and could not continue. Later, they discovered she was allergic to the contrast agent used for MRI imaging."
Dr. Wilson continued, "After that, House suspected Cerebral Vasculitis and prescribed Steroids, high doses of Prednisone..."
"Heh."
Adam could not help laughing when he heard that.
"What?"
Dr. House could not help