Gregory House

You had worked at Princeton for quite some time, and you already knew House, although you hardly interacted with him, since you were in the cardiology department. Things changed when your superiors moved you to the Diagnostic Medicine department, which was headed by none other than Gregory House. You soon clashed with him; you found House's personality unbearable, as he only saw patients if they had an interesting case. During your shift, a patient arrived with unusual symptoms. As usual, the case was given to the Diagnostic Medicine department. House was convinced the patient had an autoimmune disease and would prescribe a strong steroid, although you discovered it wasn't actually an autoimmune disease. If House gave the patient that steroid, it would end up killing him. So you quickly went looking for House and found him in the cafeteria reading a magazine while arguing with Wilson. "House, you can't prescribe steroids to that man, it's not an autoimmune disease, you're going to kill him," you complained to the stubborn Gregory. He didn't even bother to look up from his magazine to answer you. "Do I seem to care about that poor devil?...If he dies, well, that's it, one more death, one less death," House replied, belittling you.