And then Max's heart stops, just as House comes in and tells Cameron to get her ass to the meeting room so they can cure Hannah.
After the commercial, Chase exposits that Max recovered from her heart stoppage problem, the transplant was successful, and both women are recovering from their surgeries. The tests for Wilson's disease and mushrooms were negative. The real Wilson says that the tests they did for cancer won't be accurate, since the doctors stupidly used Hannah's blood after she was given immunosuppressants for the transplant. Nice one, guys. Brilliant. House says it's time to "sound the retreat."
Foreman tells Hannah that they're going to stop giving her immunosuppressants, thereby making Max's liver contribution a big old waste of time. But, Foreman says, without the blood tests, they won't be able to figure out what's wrong with Hannah, and she'll die anyway. Hannah doesn't even care anymore; she just wants to know if rejecting the new liver will hurt. Foreman says that it totally will. Hannah forgoes being knocked out and spared the pain to be able to talk to Max when she wakes up, showing that Hannah may like to avoid death, but she will face pain for the sake of her girlfriend.
In the middle of all this, House has Clinic duty. The Asian woman and her daughter are back, and this time the woman is complaining that she still has her cold and her boobs have gotten bigger. In only one day?! What the hell birth-control pill is that? Also, the girl has been feeling remarkably cold-free lately. House is outraged that the girl could be so stupid as to mix up freaking Robitussin with birth-control pills. And really, I don't think she really needs to be concerned with birth-control pills, after all, since she's obviously too dumb to figure out where her boyfriend's penis is supposed to go, and has probably been having ear sex this whole time. You can't get pregnant from ear sex. The girl says something to her mother in Mandarin, and House gets all huffy and tells the girl not to tell her mother that this was his mistake. "You speak Mandarin?" the girl says, full of dread. Indeed, he does! Not fluently, of course, but well enough to inform the woman that her daughter is pregnant. Mom is horrified. A rapid angry exchange of Mandarin follows, and House leaves the ladies to resolve their problems on their own. After all, he only deals with his patients' medical lives, not their personal ones. Unlike, say, Cameron.