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

"Fu Hua".

Fu Hua stopped and nodded slightly in greeting.

"Professor Lu."

Lu Tingxiao walked over and stopped in front of her.

"Where are you rushing off to?"

he asks.

"Something came up; I need to go to the research station."

She quickly recalled in her mind that she shouldn't have skipped any classes recently.

No, I'm sure.

My previously empty heart immediately felt much more open and at ease.

For some reason, seeing Lu Tingxiao...

She always had a very strange feeling.

It's the kind of thing that's hard to explain.

Lu Tingxiao, oblivious to the commotion, smiled and said, "Teacher Yan came to the classroom looking for you earlier."

Fu Hua paused for a moment, then looked up: "Did the teacher say what it was about?"

Lu Tingxiao shook his head.

"No. I told you to go to his office immediately when you arrived."

Fu Hua nodded and prepared to leave.

"Fu Hua".

Lu Tingxiao suddenly called out to her.

Fu Hua turned around.

Lu Tingxiao looked at her, his gaze behind his glasses gentle.

"If you encounter any difficulties with your project, you can tell me, and perhaps I can help."

Fu Hua looked at him and nodded.

"Thank you, Professor Lu."

She turned and walked towards the physics building.

Lu Tingxiao stood there, watching the figure disappear into the building entrance before turning his gaze away and continuing to walk forward.

……

Professor Yan's office door was open.

Fu Hua knocked on the door. Professor Yan looked up, saw it was her, and quickly waved.

"Huahua, you're here? Come in and have a seat."

Fu Hua went inside and sat down in a chair.

Professor Yan put the document in his hand on the table and leaned back in his chair.

"Just arrived?"

Fu Hua nodded and took the initiative to briefly recount what had happened yesterday.

The child's condition, Dr. Fang's attitude, and her proposal to cooperate.

Professor Yan frowned slightly after listening.

"I called you here today to talk about this matter."

Fu Hua looked at him.

"That project,"

Professor Yan paused for a moment, then said, "The Chinese Academy of Sciences has intervened."

Fu Hua's brow twitched.

"To get the work done now, we have to work with them."

Professor Yan said, "We need to contact Professor Shi at the Chinese Academy of Sciences as soon as possible."

He paused, then added, "Huaqing will definitely make a move too. Professor Lü is always very quick to act."

Fu Hua remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

Professor Yan glanced at his watch.

"I'm planning to treat the people from the Chinese Academy of Sciences to lunch today."

He said, "You come too."

Fu Hua nodded.

"it is good."

Fu Hua was somewhat distracted during her morning classes.

My mind is filled with thoughts of that child one minute and the Chinese Academy of Sciences the next.

As soon as the bell rang, she packed her things and headed out.

I went to the department store first.

I picked out a few nutritional supplements: malted milk powder, milk powder, and canned fruit.

Then I went to the grocery counter and bought two glass jars of canned oranges, the kind that kids love.

Carrying her things, she walked towards the bus stop.

The sky was overcast, as if it were about to rain again.

Fu Hua pushed open the door to the ward.

Several people were standing inside the room.

Dr. Fang was there, along with several male and female doctors in white coats, surrounding the bedside.

Sun Jing and Chen Shi stood at the foot of the bed, their faces showing a mixture of tension and fear.

Upon seeing Fu Hua, Sun Jing's eyes lit up, and she quickly went to greet her.

"Comrade Fu!"

She reached out to hold Fu Hua's hand, took it, then seemed to remember something.

She quickly loosened her grip, took a step back, and wore a cautious smile.

"You've arrived...please come in."

Chen Shi also came over, nodded, his voice still a little hoarse.

"Comrade Fu."

Fu Huachong and the others nodded, their gazes falling on the hospital bed.

The child lay there, with several tubes connected to his body.

My complexion is a little better than yesterday, but it's still frighteningly pale.

"How is the child?"

She asked.

Dr. Fang walked over from the bedside.

A male doctor in his forties was accompanying him.

He had a square face, wore glasses, and had a serious expression.

"Comrade Fu,"

Dr. Fang said, "Let me introduce you. This is Lin Zhijun, the director of cardiac surgery. He has a lot of clinical experience and will be your child's attending physician from now on."

Fu Hua nodded slightly.

"Director Lin."

Director Lin looked her up and down, nodded, and said nothing.

The doctor's expression was one of indifference.

Fu Hua withdrew her gaze and glanced at Dr. Fang again.

Wasn't Dr. Fang the attending physician?

Dr. Fang understood the meaning in her eyes.

He took a step forward and explained in a low voice.

"Director Lin is a key member of our cardiac surgery team and has handled many complex cases."

"I have a lot of hospital duties and surgeries to perform. If I can't manage on my own, Dr. Lin will take over and be more responsible for my child."

Fu Hua didn't speak, but her brow twitched slightly.

The doctors nearby exchanged glances, their eyes scrutinizing each other.

Who is this young woman that requires Vice Dean Fang to explain herself?

Director Lin had already walked to the bedside, picked up the medical record folder hanging on the bedside table, and flipped through a couple of pages.

"The child's condition,"

His tone was flat, with a hint of routine.

"Rheumatic heart disease, severe mitral regurgitation, complicated by heart failure."

He was resuscitated yesterday, but his condition is unstable.

He closed the medical record and looked at Chen Shi and Sun Jing.

"Hospitalization is possible, and we will continue the medication, but you need to be prepared that this disease can only be relieved by internal medicine treatment, not cured. It may relapse at any time, and there is always a risk."

Sun Jing's face paled slightly, and she almost collapsed if she hadn't been holding onto the bed.

For a mother, hearing such words again is tantamount to being slowly sliced ​​to death.

Director Lin continued, "The child's condition doesn't actually require hospitalization. We understand that you, the family, still want to do your best and occupy a bed."

However, single rooms are in short supply, so please understand the hospital's situation; there are some circumstances that must be accepted.

He said this with a hint of impatience in his voice.

Even indifference.

Sun Jing lowered her head, bit her lip, and remained silent.

Chen Shi stood to the side, clenching his fists, without saying a word.

Fu Hua suddenly spoke.

"Director Lin."

Director Lin turned his head and looked at her.

Fu Hua walked over, stood by the hospital bed, and looked at the child's face.

"You just said that it could relapse at any time, and there's always a risk. What do you mean by 'anytime'?"

Director Lin paused for a moment, then frowned.

"It means exactly what it says: the condition is unstable, the heart function is poor, and any infection, fatigue, or emotional fluctuation can trigger acute heart failure and then death."

Fu Hua frowned: "Have you assessed whether there's any room for adjustment to the child's current medication regimen?"

Director Lin's expression darkened slightly.

Are you a doctor or a family member?

Fu Hua looked at him calmly.

"I'm here to help."

Director Lin sneered and glanced at Dr. Fang.

"Dr. Fang, our department has discussed this child's condition several times. We've used all available medications. It's not that we don't want to save him, it's just that we really have no other choice."

The family members are refusing to face reality and are occupying the beds, which puts us in a difficult position.

Dr. Fang frowned, about to speak, when Fu Hua spoke first.

"Director Lin, you just said that we've used all the available medications."

Director Lin looked at her.