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

Dr. Fang's eyes were unfocused, and her gaze was fixed on the distance.

It's as if through the glass, I can see the figures of those people who left in a hurry over the years.

She let out a long sigh, a sigh filled with years of suppressed helplessness and heaviness.

"Sigh...all we see is a child."

Imported petals cost 12,000 yuan, while domestically produced GK petals cost 3,000 yuan.

An ordinary worker earns fifty yuan a month.

Even without eating or drinking, it would take five years to collect just one petal.

But this is just one flap; adding the surgery fee, extracorporeal circulation fee, and postoperative monitoring fee...

It would cost at least ten thousand yuan to get it.

She has seen too many families standing at the door with a few hundred yuan they've scraped together, their legs going weak at the mere mention of the fees.

Some families even sold everything they owned to get a replacement for an elderly person's blood valve.

Some were young couples, crying while holding their children, even after borrowing from all their relatives, they were still short more than half of what they needed.

This couple was just an ordinary family.

Even if they could come up with ten thousand yuan, it wouldn't be enough.

There are no suitable artificial valves; they are all fake.

During his years as department head, he couldn't afford to get an artificial valve replacement.

How many patients who should have survived did she send off?

There is no number.

It's not that we lack the ability, it's that we can't afford it.

Who wouldn't want to research domestically produced products?

We need to lower the price so that every child and every elderly person can afford to get a petal.

But this cannot be solved by mere enthusiasm.

The materials are stuck, the equipment is stuck.

I have the strength, but no tools.

Solving long-standing technical difficulties is not something that can be done in a day or two.

Even with the backing of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, it still didn't work.

A university project team is even less likely.

Dr. Fang leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the table.

She looked at Fu Hua, her eyes shifting repeatedly.

The politeness I had just shown was completely gone.

Instead, it was replaced by calculation.

How can I politely refuse?

She was silent for a few seconds, then walked back to her desk and sat down.

"Comrade Fu,"

She spoke, her tone polite but also much more serious, "Your idea is excellent. I admire your courage. It's admirable that young people are so willing to innovate and boldly develop new ideas. This is also for the future of our country."

She glanced at the thank-you note, her tone firm.

"But I cannot agree to the cooperation."

Expected.

Fu Hua waited to hear the other party's reasons.

Xie Ci glanced at Fu Hua, but remained calm and attentive.

Dr. Fang withdrew his gaze and continued, "First, you are a student. As far as I know, there are also people from Huaqing University competing for this project, and things are not settled yet."

Anzhen Hospital is a top-tier cardiology hospital in the country; we would never entrust a patient with a treatment plan that lacks clinical validation.

"Secondly, with this kind of surgery, failure means a life. Who will take responsibility? You? Your team? Or our hospital?"

"Third, and most importantly."

She looked at Fu Hua with a gaze so honest it was almost cruel.

"The child's condition can't wait. How long will your research take? Six months? A year? Three years? Can he wait that long?"

She leaned back in her chair, her tone softening.

"I understand how you feel, but I'm a doctor, and I have a responsibility to my patients."

After listening, Fu Hua nodded.

"Dr. Fang is right."

She said calmly, "These are indeed problems."

She stood up.

"But I want to ask you a question."

Dr. Fang looked at her.

"If there were a solution right now that could save the child's life, even if it was risky, would you take it?"

Dr. Fang was taken aback.

Before she could answer, Fu Hua continued, "I'm not asking you to use my plan right now."

I just hope that when I have enough evidence to prove it's feasible, you'll give me a chance.

She looked at Dr. Fang with a steady gaze.

"A child's life is precious too. We should try anything to save them. Don't you agree?"

Dr. Fang sat back down behind his desk, his fingers tapping lightly on the surface.

She looked at Fu Hua with a scrutinizing yet hesitant gaze.

"Comrade Fu,"

Her tone was more formal than before, "It's not that I can't give you a chance, but how will you demonstrate your abilities?"

Fu Hua remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

Dr. Fang paused for a moment, then continued.

"Our Anzhen Hospital doesn't collaborate with just any university research project. Unless…"

She looked at Fu Hua and said, "You really can achieve results."

She glanced to the side.

Xie Ci stood there, his military uniform crisp and his face expressionless.

Dr. Fang withdrew her gaze and softened her voice.

"Otherwise, it won't work no matter who you use your connections to."

Xie Ci's eyes flickered.

He took a step forward, stood next to Fu Hua, and looked at Dr. Fang.

"Dr. Fang,"

His voice was not loud, but firm and resolute: "This concerns human lives, I won't do anything reckless, you can rest assured about that."

Dr. Fang looked at him and nodded.

"Deputy Division Commander Xie, of course I believe you."

She then looked at Fu Hua.

Fu Hua met that gaze and spoke.

"Dr. Fang, I promise too."

She said, "I will not use any of my connections to put pressure on the hospital."

Dr. Fang stared at her for a few seconds.

The girl stood there, thin and quiet.

But there was something in his eyes that was impossible to ignore.

It's not about showing off, it's not about being arrogant, it's just a kind of...determination.

It was as if there was nothing in the world that could stump her.

Any problem can be easily solved in her presence.

Dr. Fang leaned back and tapped his fingers heavily on the table.

"OK."

She looked up, her gaze stern: "Then I'll make a condition."

Fu Hua looked at her.

"During the child's hospitalization,"

Dr. Fang said, "If you can stabilize his various health indicators..."

"I agree to share clinical data."

Fu Hua's eyes lit up.

It would be best if we could skip the experimental phase and work directly with Anzhen.

"Can."

Dr. Fang's lips twitched as he watched her reaction.

Don't agree too soon.

Her eyes flickered slightly. "This is no easy task. You've seen the child's condition yourself. 'Stabilizing' is easier said than done..."

It's incredibly difficult.

It could be said that death could strike at any moment.

"I know."

Fu Hua interrupted her, her voice still steady, "He will live well."

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

Then she stood up, walked to the window, and turned her back to the two of them.

"Then I'll wait and see."

She said, "I hope you won't let me down."

In addition to mental health, one cannot be controlled by others for a lifetime.

The lives of Chinese children cannot wait for foreigners to nod in favor.

Fu Hua didn't speak, but nodded emphatically.

They will witness with their own eyes the day when the Chinese people rise up.

Xie Ci stood beside her, looking at her profile.

The light shone on her face, clearly outlining her features.

The office door closed behind me.

Fu Hua and Xie Ci had only taken two steps when a figure pounced on them.

Sun Jing gripped Fu Hua's arm tightly, her nails almost digging into her flesh.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, and the tear tracks on her face were still wet, but her eyes were frighteningly bright.

"Comrade Fu!"

Her voice was shrill and trembling, "You just said you had a way to save my son... Is it true? Is it true?"

Fu Hua lowered her head, her gaze fixed on the spot where Sun Jing had grabbed her, and her brow furrowed slightly.

She doesn't like this kind of social distancing.