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

Xie Ci stood there, looking at her, as if he had been stunned by something.

He had seen her calm side, and he had seen her stubborn side.

I've seen her lazy side.

But I've never seen her like this before...

It was a powerful, unquestionable confidence.

It's not pride, it's not bravado, it's just simple... I know I can do it.

He stood there, stunned.

Fu Hua had already turned and walked forward.

Xie Ci snapped out of his daze and quickly followed.

"Dr. Fang's office is this way."

He walked ahead of her and led her into another corridor.

Dr. Fang was washing her hands, and the tap was running.

Hearing the knock on the door, she turned off the water, shook her hand, and turned around.

She paused for a moment when she saw the person standing at the door.

"Please come in."

She grabbed a towel to wipe her hands and gestured for the two of them to sit down.

He took two enamel mugs from the cabinet, poured in hot water, and pushed them over.

"Thank you, Deputy Division Chief."

She sat down, her tone apologetic.

"I'm sorry, I also want to help your comrade's situation, but as you know, many places in China are currently being held back, and we are restricted in many ways. I am willing but unable to help."

He nodded in thanks.

"Understood. Dr. Fang, you've done your best."

Dr. Fang sighed and looked at Fu Hua.

The girl hadn't said a word since she came in; she just sat there quietly, but her eyes were surprisingly bright.

Xie Ci followed her gaze and spoke solemnly.

"Dr. Fang, let me introduce you."

This is Fu Hua, a student of Professor Yan from Peking University, who previously led a layered encryption project.

Dr. Fang's eyebrows twitched.

She had heard of layered encryption projects.

The inspection was conducted by the military, and I heard the young man leading the team is very capable.

I never expected it to be such a young girl.

She looked at Fu Hua again, her expression changing.

I just thought this girl was aloof and distant, and assumed she was a relative of that couple, but I never expected...

"So he's a friend of Deputy Division Commander Xie."

She nodded, her tone becoming more polite.

Fu Hua spoke.

"Dr. Fang, I'd like to talk to you about my child's condition."

Dr. Fang didn't speak, her expression slightly surprised.

She didn't understand what Fu Hua wanted to talk to her about.

She has already explained everything that needed to be said to the child's parents.

Fu Hua continued, "The main difficulties in pediatric heart valve replacement lie in three aspects."

First, infants and young children have thin blood vessels and delicate tissues, making anastomosis difficult and prone to bleeding or stenosis after surgery.

Second, anticoagulation management. Mechanical valves require lifelong anticoagulation, and children have a faster metabolism.

Dosage is difficult to control, and the slightest mistake can lead to thrombosis or bleeding.

Third, as the child grows, the valve will shrink, potentially requiring a second surgery in the future.

Dr. Fang's expression slowly changed.

Who is this girl?

They were able to explain the risks of the surgery in great detail.

She put down her teacup and sat up straight.

"You studied medicine? You were a medical student?"

Fu Hua nodded.

"I majored in physics at Peking University, and minored in biology and medicine."

Without pausing, she continued, "I think the three difficulties we just discussed might not be unsolvable."

Interdisciplinary?

It seems this girl has this ability.

so what?

Theory and practice are two completely different things.

Dr. Fang stared at her, his body relaxing slightly, a smile appearing on his lips.

"Oh, then tell me, what's your plan?"

"The first challenge is the matching technology."

Fu Hua could tell that the other party wasn't taking it seriously.

She paused for a moment, then continued, "Foreign literature reports that using a combination of interrupted and continuous suturing can reduce the risk of anastomotic stenosis."

Anzhen Hospital has the technology; as long as the method is correct, it can definitely be overcome.

Dr. Fang remained silent, her eyes thoughtful.

The girl in front of me is quite remarkable; she can understand foreign academic papers.

However, while the method is known, no one understands how to actually do it, and there are no precedents.

It's still pointless to say anything.

"The second challenge is anticoagulation."

Her voice was steady. "The advantage of a mechanical valve is its durability, but it requires lifelong anticoagulation."

Moreover, domestically produced mechanical valves are far inferior to imported ones in all aspects.

Adults are fine, but children metabolize faster, making it difficult to control the dosage. Too much can cause bleeding, while too little can cause blood clots.

A single misstep could cost two lives.

Dr. Fang's fingers stopped.

"Biobioprosthetic valves do not require long-term anticoagulation, but they have a short lifespan and may calcify and deteriorate in about ten years."

For a three-year-old child, there's a high chance he won't live to ten years old before problems arise, and whether a second replacement is possible is uncertain.

Dr. Fang stared at her without saying a word.

Fu Hua continued speaking.

"But the problem is that there are no domestic manufacturers capable of making pediatric bioprosthetic valves; imported valves..."

She paused for a moment, then added, "They cost 12,000 each, and there aren't any specifically for children."

Dr. Fang's lips twitched, as if she wanted to laugh but couldn't.

"An ordinary worker would have to work for twenty years to earn enough to buy just one valve."

Fu Hua said, "A domestically made GK flap costs three thousand yuan and takes five years to make."

Dr. Fang was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly sighed.

She stood up, walked to the window, and turned her back to Fu Hua.

"You're right, it's not that we don't want to use domestically produced products."

Her voice was a little lower than before.

"It's a small-sized, highly durable product, and our materials and processing are completely constrained."

She turned around and looked at Fu Hua.

"There are no products suitable for children at all."

Fu Hua nodded.

"I know."

Dr. Fang looked at her, then suddenly took a step forward and stood in front of her.

"I know all of this."

She stared into Fu Hua's eyes. "So what's your plan?"

Fu Hua met her gaze and spoke clearly, word by word.

"I am assembling a team to conduct research in this area, without materials research, with the goal of creating a small-diameter artificial valve suitable for children."

Dr. Fang was stunned.

She stared at Fu Hua, as if trying to see right through her.

"You mean, you're a participant in this project?"

Fu Hua shook her head.

"I lead them."

Dr. Fang raised his eyebrows.

She had certainly heard of that interdisciplinary biomedical project.

The news that the funds had been allocated by higher authorities and that Peking University and Tsinghua University were vying for them had spread throughout the academic circles.

She assumed the leader must be some old professor.

At least at Professor Gu's level.

Or at least a postdoctoral fellow who has returned from studying abroad.

She looked at the girl in front of her, who was about twenty years old, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

"You are... the project manager? You're responsible for building the team and leading the entire project?"

She asked again, as if she hadn't heard clearly.

Fu Hua nodded.

Dr. Fang took a step back and leaned against the edge of the desk.

She looked Fu Hua up and down again, from her eyebrows and eyes to her posture, from her tone of voice to her expression.

The girl stood there quietly, with no expression on her face.

But those eyes were astonishingly bright and frighteningly steady.

Dr. Fang recalled when she was twenty years old,

He's still following the teacher on ward rounds, and he doesn't even dare to write a prescription independently.

How dare she?

"Professor Gu..." she asked tentatively, "Professor Gu Yumin, isn't he the leader?"

Fu Hua shook her head.

"Professor Gu is an advisor, and I am in charge of the project."

Dr. Fang remained silent for a few seconds.

The night outside the window was deep. In the corridor, the light shone through the glass and cast a small patch of light on the floor.