New Jersey.
Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital.
House's office.
"All right, think it over and give me your diagnoses."
Dr. House tapped the whiteboard with his cane. "Put some effort into it, people. Let's slap Adam Duncan in the face together."
"Why do you have to go after Dr. Duncan?"
Cameron asked helplessly.
In her eyes, what bad intentions could someone as dazzling as Adam possibly have?
"Because he's an asshole!"
Dr. House curled his lip. "Do you think he transferred the patient here because he values your professional expertise?
No!
He just wants to shirk responsibility and make us take it for him!"
"No way, right?"
Dr. Chase, the handsome blond doctor, said in surprise.
"You don't believe me?"
Dr. House smiled. "Then give me your diagnoses."
"It wasn't caused by the environment. His father hired cleaners to clean the house, the maid washed all his clothes, and they even bought hypoallergenic sheets and pillows."
Dr. Foreman said.
"Do we need to run the tests again?"
Dr. Chase asked.
"No."
Dr. House shook his head. "He's been in the hospital for over three weeks. If environmental factors were the cause, he should have improved long ago after changing environments."
At this point, he looked at Dr. Foreman with a half-smile. "Guess who came to the same conclusion?"
"Dr. Duncan."
Dr. Chase gave the answer first.
"It could also be an infection."
Dr. Foreman rolled his eyes.
"No fever, and his white blood cell count hasn't increased."
Cameron rejected that possibility.
"But his temperature is 99.2 degrees Fahrenheit, 37.3 degrees Celsius."
Dr. Foreman insisted.
"That's only slightly above normal body temperature."
Cameron rejected it again.
"But it's still elevated. His body is reacting to something."
Dr. Foreman argued. "If it's lupus, that would explain it."
"If it's lupus, then why is