The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. "Landlord, is this what you meant by 'the house can be a little crowded at night'‽"
Well I have to say I have watched house just some episodes at random but I would say this fic is good if you like a dr stories or house series it's for you just some suggestions to author mc is not op or powerful or superhuman or skilled nothing he's just going on with his old memories and what will happen after his memory end at house series atleast upgrade the system to atleast make a god of medicine and surgery with skill of someone black jack old anime.