Some court-ordered surgery happens.
In recovery, Alice's "skin hurts." Bitter Mom asks Foreman to take a look. Victorious Father thinks she's just looking for surgery complications. Bitter Mom sarcastically says that she hopes Alice dies so that her opinion will be vindicated. May not want to say that in front of your little girl, there, Mom. Little kids aren't the best sarcasm detectors, especially when they're recovering from surgery and all doped up on painkillers. Actually, Alice doesn't seem to be very dopey at all. I wonder if House stole her pain meds. I wouldn't put it past him at this point. Foreman calls the parents' attention to a nasty rash on Alice's belly. This shuts them up.
After the commercial, no one cares about Alice anymore. Instead, the Cottages are all on their cell phones, desperately trying to find out if/why their bank accounts have been frozen. House tries to get them back onto the case, and even grabs Foreman's phone and hangs up on his lawyer. Foreman yells at House to talk to Shitter and "make this go away." Chase ass-kisses that Shitter is obviously completely unreasonable and won't be talked to. House thinks the gallstones were caused by a bacterial infection, which then spread when they did the surgery and caused the skin rash. So, great plan cutting that girl open, there, House. Cameron snaps that she thinks the girl just had an allergic reaction, and then gets back on her phone and very kindly addresses the bank person on the other end: "Thank you for your help." Her accounts have been frozen, too. Chase's remain open, so he runs out to get as much money out of it as possible, something they probably all should have done when they found out what happened to Wilson. Meanwhile, House refuses to care about his Cottages' lack of funds.
Alice's favorite stuffed animal has been retrieved from the closed dry cleaners after Dad ran over there and begged them to release it. Amazingly, Mom does not go off on him for exposing their daughter to germs by bringing in an unclean stuffed animal. Meanwhile, Foreman's doing an allergy scratch test on Alice's back, which is not a fun experience for anyone. I had one on my arm once, and the allergist basically scratches your arm and exposes it to an allergen. He does this a bunch of times with several different allergens, all over your arm (or, in this case, back) and then waits to see how your skin reacts. If you're allergic, the spot gets all red and swollen and itches like crazy and you're not allowed to scratch at it. Torture! And then you find out you're allergic to some degree to, like, everything, and decide you'd rather enjoy the outdoors and get the sniffles than stay inside and hope there's no mold or dust around. Also, you can't ever own a cat. Dad goes off to get Alice some ginger ale, allowing Mom to shit-talk him to Foreman and Alice, neither of whom wants to hear it. Mom, I know you're bitter and divorce sucks and he's probably done all kinds of things to make you feel this way, but can it in front of the kid, okay? When random doctors who don't even care about their patients' feelings are telling you to do it, you really need to listen.