New Jersey.
Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital.
The atmosphere in the boardroom changed immediately after Cuddy mentioned Adam's name.
Vogler's face, which had seemed to regress to his ancestors, turned even bluer than blue.
Though he could hardly believe Adam would back House to this extent,
he had no doubt Adam had the means to do it.
Then he recalled House's confidence, his sharp retorts, and his meaningful looks.
Now, he understood everything.
House had someone powerful behind him!
"Dr. Cuddy, is what you said true?"
A board member said excitedly, "Dr. Duncan is willing to donate one hundred million dollars to our hospital?"
"It isn't a donation. It's an investment."
Cuddy corrected him. "He admires Dr. House's professional abilities and believes that with Dr. House, the one-of-a-kind genius diagnostician, Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital has immense investment value.
Moreover, he only wants a small share and doesn't demand that we make any changes.
He's a doctor, a genius doctor—one of us.
He understands us and identifies with us!
Even if he becomes the controlling shareholder, he will never think the hospital belongs to him!
You've all heard of Dr. Duncan, haven't you?
Do you think he's trustworthy?
If you trust him, then just be yourselves. That's enough.
Let me say it again: we're all doctors. We should simply do what doctors are supposed to do.
Everything else should follow naturally.
We save lives!
No one should reduce us to a string of numbers that can be discarded at any time!"
"Is it possible for Dr. Duncan to join us?"
Another doctor on the board asked expectantly, "Dr. House isn't worth one hundred million dollars, but Dr. Duncan definitely is.
As long as he's willing to join us, forget one hundred million dollars—I agree!"
"..."
The corner of Cuddy's mouth twitched.
Because