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Prince of Tennis: Ninja of Tennis
The Next Day.
"Mr. O'Malley, are you sure about this?" Adam asked, glancing at George after hearing his dad's decision.
"Absolutely," George's dad nodded. "Dr. Duncan, please use your medical judgment to decide whether to proceed with the surgery."
"Alright," Adam said, his eyes sweeping over George's family before nodding in agreement. As long as they were all informed and on the same page, he was good to go.
The surgery started soon after.
As soon as they opened up George's dad's esophagus, Adam shook his head. "Melendez, Carter, see this? What do we do now?"
"The cancer's already spread. We need to check and palpate the abdominal cavity," Carter answered quickly.
"And now?" Adam prompted.
"The cancer's taken over the entire stomach, the abdominal lymph nodes, and the liver—it's everywhere," Carter said, staring at the gray expanse in the abdomen. "Surgery won't help anymore. We should stop and close him up."
"Spot on," Adam nodded. He let Carter and the short guy take a good look, taught them a few medical pointers, and then stitched George's dad up himself.
Outside the OR, he didn't even need to say a word. George's family, waiting anxiously, knew the outcome just from how short the surgery was.
Adam offered a few words of comfort before stepping away. Then his phone rang.
"Dr. House?" Adam checked the caller ID and sighed, shaking his head.
"Got a preschool teacher girlfriend?" House's cheeky voice came through. "I'm guessing you do—or did. How's that feel? Can you handle it?"
"What's this about?" Adam shot back with a smirk. "Not like you'd get it. Besides funding broke college girls to 'assist' a disabled guy like you, do you even dare to feel anything real?"
"House!" Cameron's voice cut in from the other end. "We don't have much time. We're calling Dr. Duncan for a consult…"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," House muttered. In his office, he shot an annoyed glance at Cameron for ruining his fun, then grinned into the phone. "Adam, I need a favor."
"Is it legit?" Adam asked, skeptical.
Proud Dr. House asking him for a serious consult? Yeah, right.
"Of course it's legit!" House exclaimed, feigning shock. "Good Lord, we're talking about the life of a young, pretty preschool teacher! What's more serious than that?"
"Spit it out," Adam said. He could sense House's usual nonsense, but he also knew the case was real, so he didn't hang up.
"My three little ducklings here? Totally useless," House said, glancing at his trio of elite doctors with a grin. "I've already nailed the diagnosis, but they can't convince this patient—who's lost all hope and just wants to go home to die—to accept treatment.
Not that I care much.
I've solved the medical puzzle. Once she's dead, an autopsy will prove me right anyway. But soft-hearted Cameron here thinks you might have a way. And I thought, yeah, she's right! With your charm, Adam, if you step in, this despairing preschool teacher's bound to rediscover her will to live. So, come on over and convince her to take my treatment, will ya?"
"Dr. Duncan, that's not it…" Cameron finally broke in, exasperated. "We're hoping to consult you for other options, not what House is saying…"
"Am I wrong?" House interrupted. "You gonna tell me my plan's got zero chance of working?"
Cameron was stumped, unable to argue back. House made a goofy face. "Dr. Cameron, I thought we doctors were supposed to do everything to save lives. If there's no other way, shouldn't we use a method we know could work?"
"…" Cameron had no comeback.
"No need for me to show up and sweet-talk her," Adam said with a laugh. "I've got another idea."
"But you haven't even heard the case yet!" Foreman, the Black doctor, protested, baffled.
"Don't need it," Adam replied, grinning. "You said she's a preschool teacher, right?"
"Yeah," Foreman nodded.
"She's lost hope," Adam continued. "You just want her to regain it, yeah? That's easy! I don't even need to go there—House can handle it from your end."
"He tried. Didn't work," Wilson, House's best buddy, said, glancing at a smug House. "She threw House's own situation back at him. Now, to House, she's more than just a case. He's respecting her choice to die with dignity."
"There's no such thing," House scoffed. "Life's messy—no dignity in it. You can live with dignity, but dying? Nope."
"Oh, really?" Adam teased. "So, to give this preschool teacher some dignity, has Dr. House tried begging and acting cute yet?"
"What?" On the other end, House's three ducklings and Wilson froze, stunned.
House's lips, though, curled into a smirk.
"She's a preschool teacher, right?" Adam chuckled. "She can't resist a kid begging and acting cute. Get our big baby House to pout, play pitiful, and ham it up—I bet she'd cave in no time."
"…" House's team exchanged looks—some bowed their heads, others covered their mouths, barely holding in laughter. The mental image was too much. 😂
"Ha, that's hilarious," House said, laughing. "But I'd put my money on your pretty-boy charm instead."
"No way, no way!" Adam exaggerated. "I thought we doctors were supposed to give our all to save lives. If there's a plan we can act on right now, why go the long way around? Didn't you say time's running out?"
"I think it's worth a shot," Foreman suddenly piped up. "She's an amazing preschool teacher—great with kids, really listens to them."
"Exactly!" Adam laughed harder, loving that House's own team was turning on him. "House has serious acting chops. If he wants to, he could totally pull off a whiny, adorable kid. An awesome, attentive preschool teacher ignoring a child's plea? Letting a sweet, innocent kid hear she's giving up on life, adding a shadow of death to their fragile little heart? No way she'd do that! Especially when it's a 6'2" kid!" 😏
"Interesting, interesting," House said, locking eyes with Foreman—who didn't flinch—and grinning wider at Adam's relentless jabs.
"Ahem," Wilson coughed awkwardly, caught between laughing and staying composed.
"Dr. Duncan, let's just fill you in on the case," Wilson said, trying to steer things back. "We'll figure out the approach later."
(End of Chapter)