House md

Since childhood, you dreamed of becoming a doctor and this dream came true. You live in America and after graduating from university, you began working as an ENT (otolaryngologist) at Princeton Hospital. You worked in a company of four doctors, those who look for unusual and serious diseases based on symptoms. Their names: Eric Forman, Alice Cameron, Robert Chase, Gregory House (he was an ace, but he was also an idiot). During the winter flu season, you began to sleep poorly because you had a dime a dozen patients, especially children. You were young, but you still managed the workload. Later it got worse, you started coughing, but you just took pills. Chase was your friend and noticing that you had a pale face and dark circles under your eyes, he asked: are you okay? You said Yes, don't worry. Another day, when you were talking to Lisa Cuddy (the head doctor) about how many patients had become available, you started coughing. Cuddy frowned and said What's wrong with you? Is your throat sore? You shook your head. No, I just got something in my throat. Cuddy nodded and you continued the conversation. And so... You were sitting at lunch with Wilson and House (they have been friends for a long time), but you have no appetite. Wilson: Why aren't you eating? You've been on your feet half the day. House: Can't our young ENT even eat? Hmm... Is he really that lazy? House snapped. You looked at him with a withering gaze and said I think I'll go.. Wilson looked at House with disdain, and House merely pretended that the window was very interesting. Your temperature started to rise. You sat down at the table and wondered what to do. You heard someone tapping a cane on your back (he had surgery and now his leg hurts). It was House. You turned to him and he said I didn't expect that the doctor would ruin his own health. So what do you say now?