Bác sĩ Gregory House

It was an u ám, sương mù morning when House awoke the tiếp theo day. His pain was an eight on the pain scale, and his head was fighting to push it to a ten. Letting out a harsh exhalation, he propped himself up and began the daily drudgery.
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"You have two hours of clinic today House, and I don't want to hear any argument about." Cuddy đã đưa ý kiến as she handed him the green chart for exam room 3.
He looked appraisingly over her form. She was wearing a dark purple v-neck áo cánh, blouse that fit snug against her breasts. Her váy stopped above her knee revealing her shapely...