The fake heiress loves to act? The max-level boss isn't interested in playing along.

"You wait here, I'm going to find the dean."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Fu Hua.

Fu Hua nodded.

"You go ahead. I'll wait here."

He turned and strode away, his leather shoes clicking on the terrazzo floor with a hurried and deep sound.

Chen Shi stood there holding the child, watching his back, her eyes reddening.

He then noticed Fu Hua, forced a smile, and tried to greet her, but couldn't say anything.

Sun Jing never looked up.

She stood next to Chen Shi with her head down, one hand clutching his sleeve.

With her other hand, she gently patted the child's back, tears falling drop by drop to the ground.

Fu Hua stood in the corridor, her gaze fixed on the child.

Around three years old, she leaned softly against Chen Shi's shoulder, her face frighteningly pale and her lips bluish-purple.

She took two steps forward, getting closer.

The child's lips and nails were cyanotic, and his breathing was shallow and rapid.

His nostrils flared slightly, as if he was desperately trying to reach for air.

She moved closer, pretending to care about the child.

Gently place your fingers on the child's wrist.

The pulse is weak and irregular, skipping a beat after a few beats.

She looked at the child's neck again and saw no obvious jugular vein thrombosis.

I gently pressed my abdomen; the liver area was a little large, but not noticeably so.

There is no edema in the lower limbs.

The child's eyelids twitched, but he didn't open them, and he made a soft humming sound.

It felt like a kind of discomfort, or perhaps a kind of discomfort from lack of energy.

Fu Hua straightened up and glanced at the medicine box next to Chen Shi.

It must be the medication the child took before.

She recognized several of them: penicillin, digoxin, and hydrochlorothiazide.

These are all standard medications for treating heart failure and controlling infection.

Even after using these, it's still the same.

This indicates that conservative treatment has reached its limit.

This child likely has rheumatic heart disease.

There is a problem with the mitral valve or aortic valve.

Given the medical conditions of that era, if internal medicine medications couldn't control the condition, the only option was to replace the valve.

At this time, Anzhen Cardiac Surgery had already begun performing adult valve replacement.

Children definitely won't be able to do it.

Firstly, young children have small hearts, and the risks associated with extracorporeal circulation and anesthesia are extremely high.

Secondly, artificial valves are not suitable for the growth and development of young children, require lifelong anticoagulation after surgery, and have many complications.

However, the child's condition is already very serious.

If surgery isn't performed soon, his life will be in grave danger.

His heart function is severely failing, and he may go into cardiogenic shock at any time.

Let's see what the hospital staff say in a bit.

She looked away and didn't say anything.

Hurried footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

Xie Ci strode back, accompanied by a woman in her fifties.

Short hair, glasses, wearing a white lab coat, walking with a brisk pace.

He looks like the kind of person who spends most of his time in the hospital.

Shrewd, capable, and expressionless.

When Chen Shi saw her, he carried the child and went to greet her.

"Doctor, please save my son..."

The woman raised her hand to stop him, her gaze falling on the child's face, but she only glanced at him once.

"Get him to the operating room immediately."

She turned and walked inside, instructing the nurse who ran over beside her as she went: "Call the second shift, Director Zhang from the anesthesiology department, and Dr. Wang from the extracorporeal circulation department, they'll be here right away."

The nurse nodded and ran off.

Chen Shi carried the child and followed, while Sun Jing stumbled behind, her face streaked with tears.

When we arrived at the operating room door, a nurse pushed in a stretcher.

Chen Shi was about to put the child up when Sun Jing suddenly rushed over and hugged the child tightly, refusing to let go.

"No, no, no... my child, no..."

Her voice was shrill, and her whole body was trembling.

She was terrified that if she let go, she would never see her child again.

Chen Shi was stunned for a moment, and his eyes reddened.

He bent down, picked up Sun Jing and the child, and hugged them, his voice low.

"Quiet, be good. Let the doctor save him."

Sun Jing shook her head, tears streaming down her face.

"He's so young...he'll be scared...he'll be scared."

Chen Shi didn't say anything more, he just held her and patted her back gently.

Xie Ci also came over to reassure them: "Don't worry, Dr. Fang is the vice president of the hospital and was previously the director of cardiac surgery. She will definitely save the child."

"Jingjing, did you hear that? They're very skilled; you have to trust the doctor."

Chen Shi hid beside Sun Jing and gently comforted her.

After a few seconds, Sun Jing slowly released her grip.

The nurse quickly took the child, placed him on a stretcher, and wheeled him into the operating room.

The moment the door closed, Sun Jing's legs went weak, and she knelt on the ground.

She pressed her face against the cold door, her eyes fixed on the glass window, motionless.

Chen Shi squatted down and hugged her from behind.

The corridor was extremely quiet, with only the distant beeping of a monitor coming from nearby.

The child was taken into the operating room for emergency treatment. Xie Ci looked at Fu Hua questioningly, and Fu Hua gave him a reassuring look.

Half an hour later, the operating room door opened.

Dr. Fang came out, her mask hanging on one ear, her face showing signs of fatigue.

Her gaze swept across the corridor and landed on the people at the door.

Where are the child's parents?

Sun Jing rushed forward in one stride, with Chen Shi close behind.

"Doctor, how is the baby?"

Sun Jing's voice trembled violently, and she gripped Dr. Fang's arm tightly.

Dr. Fang took off her mask, and a hint of relaxation finally appeared on her face.

"They've been saved for now."

Sun Jing's legs went weak, and she fell downwards.

Chen Shi helped her up, his own eyes reddening.

"Thank you, doctor... thank you..."

He kept repeating those words; he couldn't say anything else.

Sun Jing covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face, her shoulders heaving – the tears of someone who had survived a disaster.

Dr. Fang, however, remained standing still.

She glanced at Sun Jing, then at Chen Shi.

Finally, his gaze fell on Xie Ci beside him, and he paused for a moment.

"Since you and Deputy Division Commander Xie are friends and fellow soldiers,"

Her expression was serious, and her tone was a few degrees more somber than before.

"I'll just say it straight."

Sun Jing looked up, her joy froze.

Chen Shi was also stunned.

Dr. Fang looked at them and spoke each word carefully.

"The child is not completely out of danger yet."

The color drained from Sun Jing's face little by little.

"You've been taking medication to control your condition, right?"

Chen Shi nodded, his voice tight: "Yes, I've been taking medicine ever since I was diagnosed with this disease, without interruption."

Sun Jing added from the side, her voice trembling and fast: "The doctors at the military hospital said the child is too young to have surgery. They said to control the condition with medication first, and then see how it goes when the child is a little older."

Dr. Fang nodded.

That's right.

She paused for a moment, then said, "This disease cannot be fully cured without surgery."

If medication can control the condition until he grows up, surgery can be performed later in life, and everything will be fine.

She looked at Chen Shi with a frightening honesty in her eyes, a quality unique to doctors.

The problem is...

She paused for a moment, then said helplessly, "This child... I'm afraid he won't live to see that day."

Sun Jing's face completely drained of color.

Chen Shi supported her, but he felt as if his spine had been removed, his body swayed, and he took half a step back.

If Sun Jing hadn't been clinging to him, he probably would have collapsed too.

Dr. Fang continued, her tone calm but her expression moved.

"Surgery is necessary to save his life; otherwise, his life is in danger at any moment."