Set in Princeton, New Jersey, the best medical research is studied and performed at the Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. And there is one doctor in particular who brings fame to the hospital-Dr. Gregory House.
Recently graduated medical stud...
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That weekend, late on a Saturday night, the team was hustling to figure out what was wrong with their six-month old patient.
The baby had been attached to wires and monitors for the past few days, but the team wasn't any closer to a diagnosis. Instead, they were still ruling out several possibilities in a differential diagnosis.
Something about Princeton-Plainsboro felt especially lonesome and dreary at night. The lights felt more fluorescent, the air stiffer, and the hope for health further out of grasp. The five team members sat around their infamous thinking table, their pens and minds scrambling to land on an answer:
"How long do we have now?" Chase asked frantically.
"Maybe five hours." Foreman responded.
Chase let out a deep breath; he had handled a case before where a baby died from severe injuries and he shuddered at the possibility of it happening again.
Foreman sort of rubbed his hands together, and told the group to remain calm.
He was undeniably more empathetic than House, but Foreman really wished his boss was there to provide his unmatched expertise.
"Maybe we should call House?" Taub suggested, finishing his third cup of coffee that evening.
"No, we can do this ourselves. Who even knows where he is at this hour." Chase commented, frustrated.
"Chase is right," Foreman agreed, "we can do this...but it might be worth calling House. He can be helpful when you least expect it."
"On it." Taub dialed House's number on the office phone.
"I think I'm going to go check on the parents. Let me know if you guys find anything out." Madelyn told her colleagues.
Foreman nodded, not stopping her.
"House." Chase spoke, his voice sounded mumbly through the phone speaker.
"Hey, it's us. We need your input." Taub added.
House was silent for a moment, but there was some noise in the background as if he were driving,
"What are the current symptoms?" House asked the team.
"Rapid weight loss, endocrinological deficiency, GI backup, purpura around the abdomen, and respiratory distress. We think it's hypothermia or trench foot based on the information the parents have given us and all the tests." Thirteen informed him.
"Ok." House responded, "and the patient is a baby, correct?"
"You've forgotten already?" Foreman asked
"Forgotten what?" House played dumb. "I'll be there in 20 minutes. The baby is six-months old right? GI should be the one thing reliably functioning."
About an hour later, House walked into his office to find his team anxiously waiting:
