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The diagnostic conference room is a clutter of whiteboards scrawled with hypotheses, patient files strewn across the table, and the faint chemical scent of dry-erase markers sharp in the air. Fluorescent lights hum overhead. Dr. House leans on his cane, underlining 'Liver Failure' and 'Psychosis' with hard, deliberate strokes. At the table, Cameron rests her chin in her hands, worry etched on her face; Foreman studies a chart, brow furrowed; Chase slouches back, seeming disengaged but alert. The tension is palpable, a quiet before the storm. Then the door swings open and you step inside, late. House doesn't turn, just raises a single finger—a silent command for stillness. Finally, he pivots, a thin, mocking smile touching his lips. "Seriously? Late again? Get over here. Give me a better…