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

Fu Hua continued, "The child is taking digoxin, hydrochlorothiazide, and penicillin."

The digoxin dosage is calculated based on adult standards. Children metabolize it faster, so this dosage may not be sufficient.

After three days of use of hydrochlorothiazide, there was no significant increase in urine output, indicating poor efficacy. Switching to furosemide or combining it with spironolactone could be considered.

She paused.

"You said you've used all the available medications, are you referring to these few, or all of them?"

Director Lin's expression changed.

The room was silent for a second.

The doctors exchanged glances, their eyes revealing something.

Fu Hua continued, "Also, the child was rescued yesterday, but your ward round record today only states that the condition is stable."

The specific values ​​for heart rate and blood oxygen were not provided, nor were changes in cardiac function assessed.

You said there was danger at any time, but you didn't even clearly state where the danger lay.

She looked at Director Lin, her tone still calm.

"You are the attending physician, not here to give the family members psychological support."

"Furthermore, you're here for treatment. If even you feel there's no hope, who else can your family rely on?"

"No matter how top-notch your skills are, if your heart is cold, you're just a skilled craftsman."

"A doctor's duty is to heal the heart first. You've lost even empathy; what kind of doctor are you?"

Indifference is not professionalism, and apathy is even less so.

Does witnessing too much death and death make one indifferent?

Does that mean we should lose the most basic respect for life?

Fu Hua has seen far too many doctors like this.

Director Lin's face darkened completely.

He slammed the medical record folder he was holding onto the foot of the bed with a loud "thud".

"Who's the doctor, you or me?"

He stared at Fu Hua, his voice rising an octave.

"Since you think you can cure it, then you come! What's the point of having us doctors?"

The ward fell silent for a moment.

The doctors exchanged glances, but none of them said anything.

Sun Jing and Chen Shi stood to the side, their faces pale, not daring to breathe.

Fu Hua didn't look at him.

She lowered her head, her gaze falling on the child's face.

The child's eyes were closed, but he was sleeping restlessly, his brows furrowed and his little mouth slightly open.

She looked up at Chen Shi and Sun Jing.

"Of course it's my turn."

Her voice was clear and gentle, like cotton or linen freshly dried after the rain—clean and reassuring.

It is not aggressive, but it has a calming power.

"From today onwards, I will be fully responsible for the child's treatment plan and medication dosage. You..."

She glanced at the doctors. "They're only responsible for monitoring."

The doctors were all stunned.

This is the first time I've heard of someone visiting a patient taking over the doctor's work.

It's too ridiculous.

Director Lin looked on in astonishment, then let out a cold laugh.

"you?"

He sized Fu Hua up and down, his eyes filled with undisguised mockery.

"You little girl, are you missing a screw in your head?"

He took a step forward and looked down at her.

"Are you even twenty years old? And you dare to treat illnesses?"

Do you know what a mitral valve is? Do you know what ejection fraction is? Do you know what pulmonary hypertension is?

He got more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice grew louder and louder.

"Do you think this hospital is your home? You can do whatever you want there? It's ridiculous."

Fu Hua ignored him and turned to look at Dr. Fang.

"Vice President Fang,"

She said, "Yesterday, you promised me you would have the chance to prove myself. And today I'm here."

Dr. Fang stood there, without moving.

All eyes in the room were on her.

Director Lin also looked at her, waiting for her to speak.

Dr. Fang was silent for a few seconds, stared at Fu Hua for a few seconds, and then suddenly took a step forward.

She took the medical record folder from Director Lin.

He turned to a certain page, pointed to the few lines of data at the top, and looked at Fu Hua.

"If you can bring these parameters—heart rate, blood oxygen saturation, and central venous pressure—down to their average levels within three days..."

She paused.

I agree.

Director Lin's expression froze completely.

"Fangyuan!"

His smile faded, his gaze grew colder, and a short breath escaped his nostrils.

"What are you doing? Letting an outsider interfere in clinical treatment? If this gets out..."

Dr. Fang raised her hand to stop him from speaking.

She looked at Director Lin, her tone calm and unquestionable.

"Director Lin, there are many things in this world that are unpredictable, and many people that you cannot understand."

Yesterday, after Fu Hua left, she inquired with her friends.

Neither their family background nor their experiences are those of ordinary people.

Putting everything else aside, the fact that Chongren, at such a young age, is leading a layered and encrypted project is something that sets him apart from ordinary people.

Many college students find it difficult to even learn the content of their own subject, let alone join a project team.

"Our greatest wish as doctors is for all patients to recover and be discharged from the hospital."

"As long as the child is alright, what's the harm in giving it a try?"

She glanced at Fu Hua.

"Besides, with Director Lin here to back us up, I believe that no irreparable situation will arise."

Director Lin opened his mouth, utterly speechless.

His face turned pale and then flushed, finally letting out a "humph".

He grabbed the medical record folder from the table, turned around, and walked out.

He stopped at the door, without turning his head, and said a few words.

"Three days it is. I want to see what a student can come up with."

The door slammed shut.

Dr. Fang walked to the door, turned back, and gave a few words of advice.

"Comrade Fu, I trust you. If anything happens, please contact the nurses' station. I will discuss it with Director Lin again."

Fu Hua nodded.

"Thank you, Dr. Fang."

Dr. Fang glanced at her, said nothing more, and went out.

The doctors followed behind her, their footsteps gradually fading into the distance.

The door closed, and the ward fell silent.

Sun Jing took a step forward and opened her mouth as if to speak.

Fu Hua raised her hand to stop her.

Sun Jing was stunned.

Fu Hua looked at her, her gaze calm and earnest.

"I know what you're trying to say."

She looked into the distance. "We'll just have to wait and see how it goes."

"You all go out. Only I and the child are left here."

Sun Jing's lips moved, but she swallowed her words and nodded.

"Let's go, we'll listen to Comrade Fu."

Chen Shi walked over, took Sun Jing's arm, and the two walked towards the door together.

After taking a few steps, I looked back at the bed. The child was small, lying there motionless.

After taking three steps at a time, I finally made it to the doorway.

"etc."

Fu Hua suddenly spoke.

The two stopped and turned around.

Fu Hua looked at them and asked, "What's the child's name?"

Sun Jing was stunned for a moment, and her eyes reddened again.

"An'an".

Her voice trembled slightly, "Chen An'an."

Fu Hua nodded.

"Okay, I understand."

The door closed gently.

The ward fell completely silent, with only the occasional ticking of the monitor.

Fu Hua walked to the bedside and sat down in the chair.

Sunlight streamed in through the window and fell on the child's face.

That little face was fair and thin.

His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he were dreaming, or enduring something.

Fu Hua reached out and gently grasped that small hand.

That hand was soft and cool.

She lowered her head, looking at his small face, her voice very soft, as if afraid of waking him.

"An'an is a good name."

"You will be safe and sound."