Daily American Drama

New Jersey.

Princeton Teaching Hospital.

Dr. House is overjoyed when the patient Keith suddenly becomes ill.

Looking over, it turned out to be a retinal thrombus in the left eye, which made him blind.

Warfarin dissolves blood clots and restores vision.

Anticoagulants cannot be given now, he is bleeding internally.

It restores vision, but it ruins everything else.

For the same reason, surgery is not possible.

We have two hours to fix the problem, and if we can't fix the eye problem, he's going to lose his eye.

The three ducks were discussing there.

Forget about your eyes.

Dr. House walked in on crutches: Tell him to use the other eye to look for light. There are mysteries hidden in the thrombus, which can help us solve the mystery.

Are you OK?

The beautiful doctor Cameron asked with concern.

Yeah, your legs don't hurt anymore, are you taking Vicodin?

Dr. Forman, an African-American, was surprised.

of course not.

Dr. House curled his lips and said, I bet, when did I take the initiative to admit defeat?

Then how?

Dr. Forman, an African-American, looked at him carefully: You make a bet with Cardi that if you don't take Vicodin for a week, she will spare you a month's outpatient visit.

But you are clearly addicted to Vicodin, and you have had obvious withdrawal symptoms before...

It's Adam Duncan!

Cameron, the beautiful doctor, gave the truth.

Yes!

Dr. Forman, an African-American, shook his head speechlessly: The extreme excitement and pleasure brought by betting with your own kind can actually suppress the extreme leg pain and addiction withdrawal reaction. You are so competitive...it is a medical miracle. Already!

Are you taking Vicodin?

At this time, Dr. Wilson, a good friend who opened the door to check on Dr. House's status, immediately uttered the same surprised sound as Dr. Forman, an African-American, when he saw Dr. House's high spirits.

Can I have something new?

Dr. House complained: There are still patients who are not cancer. You are not needed here. If you need a friend, go to Cardi. I think she only needs friends to comfort her heart of losing the bet.

It's Adam Duncan!

A good friend deserves to be a good friend. Dr. Wilson understood instantly. His eyes dimmed, then he smiled, and finally he tilted his head and muttered, Damn it!

what have you done?

Dr. House sensed something immediately.

Then, without Dr. Wilson's explanation, everyone knew.

I saw a beautiful Hispanic woman in sportswear and a satchel walking into the small office next door.

Through the transparent glass, the Hispanic sports beauty put down her satchel, unbuttoned her sports coat, revealed her tight T-shirt, and began to stretch her body.

The tights and leggings, with the stretching movements, vividly show the beautiful figure.

Oh, boy.

Dr. House stared at the rhythmic curve, and then looked at his good friend with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

If I knew you cared about me so much, and you still used this method, I would have made this bet with Kadi long ago.

This kind of extreme, no less than 500 US dollars per hour, right?

Thanks!

By the way, have you paid for it?

...

Doctor Wilson struggled to look away from the married man, but he still glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and smiled wryly.

If I had known that a few words from Dr. Duncan could stimulate you to overcome pain and drug addiction, I wouldn't have used this method...

Noticing that the beautiful doctor Cameron was staring at him strangely, Dr. Wilson quickly explained.

Don't get me wrong, she's a regular masseur, but she's too beautiful... I'm a little bit moved, she's definitely not what you imagined, she has a license.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Dr. House smiled and said, We all know that she is definitely a licensed masseur~ I will go to her later to massage my injured and sore thigh~

Gentlemen, Case's eyes are going blind, and his life is dying fast.

The beautiful doctor Cameron couldn't help raising his voice to remind: Can we take our attention away from the curve of our feelings and focus on how to save Case's eyes and life?!

Feel sorry.

The ultimate warm man, Dr. Wilson, looked apologetic.

Everyone, let's start identifying.

Dr. House also looked back: How can a patient with internal bleeding suddenly have a blood clot?

This is impossible.

The blond handsome doctor Keith said: These are two completely opposite processes.

Lupus is a possibility.

The beautiful doctor Cameron said blankly: The increase in the number of platelets leads to the formation of thrombus.

It has been tested that it is not lupus.

Dr. Forman, an African-American, retorted: And didn't you keep saying it wasn't lupus?

She's kind of desperate.

Dr. House took a deep look at her: Although lupus erythematosus cannot be cured, it can be controlled.

It is much better for a patient to be diagnosed with the disease than to be undiagnosed and die quickly.

If it's not lupus, what is it?

The beautiful doctor Cameron looked at Dr. House.

The things most likely to cause blood clots are infections and cancers.

The handsome blond doctor Keith answered.

The cancer biopsy was done once on Adam's side, and again on our side. There is no possibility of mistakes, so only the gallium scan is left.

Dr. House said intently: Where can't the gallium scan cover?

heart!

Dr. Forman, who is African-American, said: After the blood clot breaks off, it travels through the artery, reaches the eye and stays there.

Get an echocardiogram and immediately give intravenous antibiotics.

Doctor House ordered.

What about Case's eyes?

The beautiful doctor Cameron couldn't bear it: Are we really going to give up?

Is there anything you can do?

Dr. House raised an eyebrow.

...

The beautiful doctor Cameron was speechless.

I think so.

Dr. House's eyes fell on the graceful curve of the office again, and he said casually.

As long as he can survive, he will just buy a guide dog in the future, and maybe he can get more girls!

The beautiful doctor Cameron opened his mouth, but finally walked out.

I think we should ask Dr. Duncan.

After the three ducks left the office, Cameron caught up with Keith and the others and spoke his mind.

Okay, you go ask.

Dr. Keith laughed.

Don't.

Dr. Forman reminded: Unless you want to be fired.

half an hour later.

Dr. Keith approached Dr. House with a refreshed face. Seeing him bid farewell to his beloved licensed masseur, he couldn't help but raised his hand to check the time and nodded slightly.

I had a massage.

Dr House said.

It looks like you've become a masseur.

Dr. Keith joked: Case's heart is supernormal, and there is no growth on the heart valve.

I can refute whatever you say.

Dr. House glanced at him.

Antibiotics don't work.

Dr. Keith reminded.

Double the dose to 70 mg.

Dr. House said casually.

Then his kidneys won't be able to support it.

Dr. Keith retorted.

that's right.

Dr. House said bitterly: Then keep the kidney. The person who received the transplant must be very grateful to you.

...

Dr. Keith changed the subject helplessly: By the way, I have a cure for his eyes.

His eyes are not the point.

Dr. House interrupted: He has only a few days to live, focus your attention on that.

He has a blood clot in his retina.

Dr. Keith followed Dr. House as he walked, and said quickly, If we aspirate some vitreous humor from the eye, we may be able to make room around the retinal artery.

If the artery dilates, the clot might be able to swim away on its own, which is quite creative.

Dr. House nodded first, then squinted at Keith: The question is why didn't you mention it before?

I just thought of it.

Dr. Keith spread his hands.

You should have thought of it.

Dr. House gave him a deep look.

My fault.

Dr. Keith laughed at himself, turned around and prepared to go for treatment.

After walking a few steps, Dr. House's voice came from behind him.

no more chance.

Dr. Keith paused, turned around and met Dr. House's wise eyes that seemed to see through everything in the world, smiled wryly and nodded: I see.