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

The corridor fell silent for a moment.

Then Sun Jing burst into tears and rushed over, kneeling in front of Dr. Fang.

"Doctor! Save my son! He's so young."

She gripped the hem of Dr. Fang's white coat tightly, her face tilted back, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I'll do anything you ask, please, doctor, please..."

Dr. Fang bent down to help her up, but she remained kneeling on the ground and refused to get up.

Chen Shi also knelt down with a thud. The man, who was over 1.8 meters tall, knelt there, his shoulders trembling violently.

He looked up, his eyes red as if they were about to bleed.

"doctor,"

His voice was hoarse and barely audible. "We only have this one son. He is our lifeblood."

He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and forced out each word.

"As long as it can save the child, just tell us how much money is needed for the surgery. We'll sell the house, borrow money, and we'll find a way to raise it..."

He couldn't continue.

"What are you doing? Get up!"

Dr. Fang was getting anxious and looked to Xie Ci for help.

Xie Ci walked over and helped Chen Shi up: "Let Dr. Fang finish speaking first."

In the corridor, only Sun Jing's suppressed sobs and Chen Shi's heavy breathing could be heard.

Dr. Fang stood there, looking down at the couple.

The seriousness on his face gradually softened, revealing a complex expression.

There was reluctance, helplessness, and a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Don't do this."

Her voice was much softer than before.

"This isn't about the cost of the surgery."

Chen Shi raised his head, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.

Dr. Fang looked at him and spoke slowly, word by word.

"Currently, Anzhen Hospital cannot perform mitral valve replacement surgery."

Chen Shi was stunned.

"We can still try to do things for adults."

Dr. Fang paused, glancing towards the operating room: "But, such a young child..."

She shook her head.

"no."

Both valve size and postoperative anticoagulation are problems.

Three-year-old children are underweight and their organs are not fully developed.

Whether it's cardiopulmonary bypass or anesthesia,

The incidence of complications is much higher in adults than in children, and the surgical mortality rate is extremely high.

Sun Jing's hand slid off her clothes, and she sat limply on the ground as if her bones had been removed.

Dr. Fang looked at them, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something more, but then she swallowed it back.

The corridor was eerily quiet.

After a long while, she spoke again, her voice even lower than before.

"There is no precedent for this surgery in the entire country."

Chen Shi's face turned completely pale.

Dr. Fang looked away and gazed at the window at the end of the corridor.

It was already completely dark outside the window, with only the light from the streetlights filtering in, casting a dim, yellowish glow.

"I know several experts who have returned from abroad."

She stated the facts: "They all said that the current conditions in China...make it impossible."

Sun Jing suddenly raised her head, her eyes still holding a sliver of hope.

"What about abroad? Would going abroad be an option?"

Dr. Fang looked at her and remained silent for a few seconds.

"Given the child's current condition, they can't wait to go abroad."

Her voice was soft, but every word was clear: "It might happen on the way..."

She didn't finish speaking.

But everyone understood.

Sun Jing's mouth was open, but no sound came out.

Tears were still on her face, but new ones kept welling up and falling to the ground, drop by drop.

Dr. Fang stood there, watching the couple as they were slowly swallowed by despair.

She opened her mouth, but it took her a long time to squeeze out a few words.

"We will do our best to use medication to keep the child alive."

He paused for a moment.

"But... you should also be mentally prepared."

After saying that, she turned and left.

The white coats swayed gently in the wind of the corridor, and the sound of footsteps faded into the distance.

Xie Ci stood there, watching Chen Shi and Sun Jing hug each other and cry.

He served in the army for more than ten years, witnessed life and death, saw his comrades fall in front of him, and saw the families of martyrs heartbroken.

But at this moment, seeing that three-year-old child lying in the operating room,

Watching this couple being slowly swallowed up by despair,

He still felt tightness in his throat.

Any words of comfort would be too inadequate at this moment.

It's completely insignificant.

Fu Hua's expression shifted slightly, and she took a step forward.

Regarding artificial valve replacement,

She spoke softly, "I can try, if you trust me..."

Before she could finish speaking, Sun Jing suddenly looked up.

She stared at Fu Hua, tears still glistening in her eyes, but suddenly a mad light flashed within them.

"you can?"

She stood up, staggered forward, and grabbed Fu Hua's arm.

"You can cure the child? Is it true? Is what you're saying true?"

Her fingernails dug into Fu Hua's flesh, causing Fu Hua to furrow her brow slightly in pain.

Xie Ci quickly came over and reached out to pull Sun Jing away.

He looked at Fu Hua and gently shook his head.

This is not an ordinary illness.

No matter how talented Fu Hua is, she's still just a student.

Are removing fish bones and treating illness the same thing?

Chen Shi also stood up from the ground, a fleeting look of surprise on his face, but it was quickly replaced by more complex emotions.

He pulled Sun Jing aside, looked at Fu Hua, and his lips moved slightly.

"Comrade Fu,"

His voice was hoarse as he struggled to maintain his last shred of sanity.

"I know you're a college student, very capable. Anzhen Hospital is the most authoritative cardiology hospital in the country, even their hospital director said they can't treat you... You're just a student, and..."

And on what basis do you make such boastful claims?

He paused, not finishing his sentence.

Fu Hua looked at him, then at Sun Jing, her face showing no sign of offense.

She knew they didn't believe her.

This is normal.

"I'll go talk to Dr. Fang first."

She said calmly, "You can listen to the doctor about what happens next."

She turned and walked down the corridor.

The thank-you speech should follow quickly.

"I'll go with you."

After the two had walked a few steps, Sun Jing suddenly called out from behind, "Comrade Fu..."

Fu Hua stopped and turned around.

Sun Jing stood there, tears still streaming down her face, but she bit her lip tightly and nodded to her.

"Please, you must save my child."

Fu Hua didn't say anything, turned around and continued walking.

The corridor was long, the lights were stark white, and the smell of disinfectant was so strong it was almost unbearable.

Xie Ci walked beside her, his pace quicker than usual.

As he reached the corner, he suddenly spoke.

"Huahua".

Fu Hua stopped.

Xie Ci stood in front of her, looking at her with a complicated expression.

"I'm not blaming you, nor am I disbelieving you."

His voice was low and deep. "If you could really cure this disease, that would be a great thing for everyone."

He paused.

"What if it can't be cured? The child is gone. You shouldn't have to bear this responsibility. I don't want you to carry the guilt, and I don't want you to be stigmatized."

Fu Hua looked at him.

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

"Thanks".

She spoke, her voice very soft.

Xie Ci looked at her.

Ultimately, you still don't believe me.

Xie Ci was taken aback for a moment.

Fu Hua's eyes were very bright, strikingly so under the harsh white light.

"Since I've said it,"

Her words, spoken with dazzling brilliance, were like those of a deity: "That means I can. I can absolutely."