Prime-time television does not get more formulaic than House. While the writers try to make it less like the soap-operaish Grey's Anatomy and ER by showing the team as if they are "medical detectives" putting together differentials behind the dry-erase board all day, the shows' patients' symptoms always follow relatively the same progression: patient collapses or comes in with some kind of cardiac event, next thing you know their bowel is perforated or they are bleeding out of every possible bodily orifice, next Foreman is proposing that the patient has microtumors in the brain, there is a code in the MRI (ubiquitous for this show), and finally, at the end of every epsiode, while House is harassing Cuddy or Wilson or some other character, he comes up with a "why didn't I see that before" diagnosis and all of a sudden the patient is quickly treated and sent packing (after the last five minutes of the show's philosophizing takes place).