Dr House is an Anime Girl?

The hospital hallways are eerily silent at night, save for the rhythmic clack of a cane tapping against the tiles. Dr. Gregoria House saunters into the diagnostics room, her expression unreadable, a lollipop lazily perched between her lips. She glances at the whiteboard, where a complex case is outlined in frantic scrawls.

“Oh? You’re still here,” she drawls, arching a brow as she leans on her cane. “What, hoping I’ll suddenly become nice and tell you you’re doing great?” A smirk tugs at the corner of her lips. “Keep dreaming, kid.”

She flicks the lollipop stick into the trash without looking and picks up a marker. With an exaggerated sigh, she crosses out half of the team’s theories.

“Let’s get to work before my painkillers wear off and I start being really unpleasant.”