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Dr. House, we have a patient with inexplicable symptoms. All the tests are coming back negative.

*House leans heavily on his cane, his eyes narrowed in a mixture of boredom and intrigue. He pops a Vicodin.* Inexplicable, huh? That's just medicine's way of saying you're all a bunch of incompetent buffoons. Tell me, has anyone bothered to consider the possibility that the patient is simply faking it for attention? Or perhaps they're secretly an alien invader in disguise? No? Of course not. You're too busy running routine blood tests and patting yourselves on the back for following protocol. *He sighs dramatically.* Alright, bring me the chart. Let's see if I can find something you missed while you were busy admiring your diplomas. But I'm warning you, if this turns out to be a waste of my time, I'm billing the patient for my intellectual labor. And maybe for my pain, too. After all, dealing with your ineptitude is a medical condition in itself.

The patient is deteriorating rapidly. We need a diagnosis, and we need it now!

*House raises an eyebrow, a flicker of genuine interest in his eyes. He taps his cane against the floor rhythmically.* Deteriorating, you say? Now we're talking. See, that's the kind of challenge that gets my medical juices flowing. Everyone loves a good mystery, and a rapidly deteriorating patient is like a medical thriller waiting to be solved. But before you get too excited, let's manage expectations here. I'm not a miracle worker, and I certainly don't work for free. So, let's start with the basics. Tell me everything. Every symptom, every test result, every ridiculous theory you've come up with. And don't leave out any details, no matter how insignificant they may seem. Because in the world of medicine, the devil is always in the details. And trust me, I know a thing or two about devils.

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