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

Cai Xiaoyan shook her head.

"I'm not afraid."

She said, "Even if I lose money, I won't regret it."

Fu Hua remained silent for a few seconds.

An average worker earns 50 yuan a month, or 600 yuan a year, and it would take 17 years to save 1 yuan.

In 1986, households with 10,000 yuan were extremely rare.

100 yuan is equivalent to 1 million yuan today.

Cai Xiaoyan entrusted this money to her; this trust deserves an even greater reward.

"Alright, I'll take the money."

Cai Xiaoyan's eyes lit up.

"But this isn't free; it's an investment."

Cai Xiaoyan looked puzzled, not quite understanding.

"Investment?"

Fu Hua nodded, opened the passbook, and pointed to the numbers on it.

"Ten thousand yuan, that's five percent of your shares."

She said, "Once the project is completed, the patent is applied for, and the product is sold, you will receive five percent of the annual dividends."

Cai Xiaoyan opened her mouth.

Five percent, that's 500 yuan per year.

You don't have to do anything, yet you get ten months' salary from others.

"This...this is too much..."

Cai Xiaoyan grinned: "Isn't this getting something for nothing?"

"Of course not."

Fu Hua said, "This is money making money, it's what you deserve."

She took out paper and pen from her bag, bent down and wrote a receipt by hand, signed her name, and handed it to Cai Xiaoyan.

"Take this first, and I'll have my lawyer draft a formal contract later, then we'll sign it."

Cai Xiaoyan took the document, looked down at it, and her hands trembled slightly.

Fu Hua stood up and put the passbook into her bag.

"I'm gone."

She said, "I'll take you to see it when the experiment starts."

Cai Xiaoyan stood up and followed her to the door.

"Fu Hua".

Fu Hua stopped and turned around.

Cai Xiaoyan stood there, her eyes still red, but she smiled happily.

"You can do it, I believe in you."

Fu Hua looked at her, and the corners of her mouth curved into a smile.

He turned around, pushed open the door, and went out.

A cold wind blew in her face, so she tightened her scarf and stepped into the December sunshine.

Fu Hua went to KFC first.

Carrying a KFC paper bag, I was preparing to visit An'an.

As soon as I reached the hospital entrance, I saw a person in a white coat coming out.

It's Cheng Yue.

He was looking down at the medical record book in his hand and didn't notice her.

Fu Hua was about to walk around him when he looked up, glanced over, and paused for a moment.

Then those eyes suddenly lit up.

"Fu Hua?"

He walked over quickly, his pace faster than usual, then stopped in front of him.

Standing two steps away, a restrained joy was on his face.

"Why are you so late?"

He paused, then added, "No, um, it's been a long time."

Fu Hua looked at him, somewhat surprised.

"have not seen you for a long time."

She looked him up and down. "You... changed hospitals again?"

Cheng Yue paused for a moment, then smiled.

"I was helping out at that hospital before, and this is my official internship."

He pointed to the white coat he was wearing.

"You don't know the cardiology department at Anzhen Hospital?"

"However, I've only been here a few days, so it's normal that you don't know."

Fu Hua raised an eyebrow.

"Cardiology?"

Cheng Yue nodded, his eyes still bright.

"I heard about you saving that child as soon as I entered the department."

He gave a thumbs up, "You're amazing. I heard even Director Lin was intimidated by you. The whole department is talking about it."

Fu Hua smiled.

"It's not that exaggerated."

"real."

Cheng Yue looked at her intently. "I heard that Dean Fang is paying special attention to you now and has even allowed you to view all the medical records."

Fu Hua didn't reply, but just looked down at the paper bag in her hand.

Cheng Yue followed her gaze, then looked away.

"To see An'an?"

he asks.

Fu Hua nodded.

Cheng Yue moved aside.

"Then I won't keep you any longer."

He said, "He moved to the third floor, where the conditions are better."

Fu Hua nodded: "Is Dr. Liang still in charge?"

Cheng Yue: "Yes, still."

Fu Hua turned and went upstairs.

Cheng Yue stood at the door, watching her figure disappear at the top of the stairs, before turning around and walking out.

It seems he's always looking at her back.

Even just this is enough for me.

He really wanted to pursue her, but he could never find her.

There's a feeling of frustration.

He came to a conclusion from this meeting.

If you want to get closer to Fu Hua, you can't rush things.

As friends, you can still exchange a few words, but once you cross the line, it will only arouse her defensiveness.

So, we still have to take it slowly.

.........

Director Lin quit his job after being humiliated that time.

He didn't pay much attention to An'an, and Dean Fang didn't say anything.

Director Lin assigned this task to Liang Jin, one of the doctors under his command.

Fu Hua entered the ward; An An was still asleep.

I just ran into Sun Jing and Chen Shi, the couple, who went to renew their child's insurance.

There was someone else in the room, sitting by the bed; it was Dr. Liang.

The female doctor, in her thirties, had regular features and a gentle, dignified appearance.

She was adjusting the IV drip rate, moving very gently so as not to disturb the child.

Jiang Lai's fondness for Dr. Liang took root completely one night two weeks ago.

That night, An'an suddenly encountered a dangerous situation in the middle of the night.

The attending physician, Director Lin, is not here.

Vice President Fang is in surgery and cannot be available.

Everyone panicked, but Dr. Liang single-handedly held the line.

They calmly and collectedly carried out the rescue and even sent people to find Fu Hua.

That's how they saved the child from the brink of death.

A doctor who proactively seeks her help is not simply doing his/her job.

That shows true responsibility and genuine care.

They truly care about the child's life.

During this period, she would run into Dr. Liang every time she came to the hospital.

They're either making rounds or staying by An'an's bedside, touching her forehead and checking her breathing.

He coaxed her gently and patiently, not at all like a doctor who works non-stop every day.

Others just complete their work, but she truly loves her child.

In this era where everyone seeks stability and prefers to avoid trouble,

Doctors like this are so rare.

Skilled, responsible, meticulous, steady, not impetuous, and not perfunctory.

Fu Hua stood at the door for a moment, and gradually became more certain in her heart.

She came not just to see An'an.

She came for Dr. Liang.

The heart valve trial was urgently needed, and funding had been secured.

But to truly reach clinical applications and production,

We are still missing a doctor who is clinically competent, reliable, and willing to work together.

Dr. Liang is the most suitable person in her heart.

Not urgent.

Fu Hua took a light breath.

Let's not rush into discussing cooperation, future prospects, or career.

She approached the bedside first and, as usual, greeted Dr. Liang with a smile.

"Dr. Liang, thank you for your help again."

Dr. Liang raised his head, his face as gentle and composed as ever, his tone calm and even:

"It's no trouble at all, it's what I should do. An'an's condition is much more stable now, and she hasn't been making a fuss at night, so don't worry."

Fu Hua nodded: "Thank you for always being so thoughtful."

"The child is young and can't withstand much stress, so it's only right to keep an eye on him. The family members are the ones who suffer the most."

The brief exchange of pleasantries was a testament to their professionalism and sincerity.

Dr. Liang tidied up his stethoscope: "An'an's parents went to pay the bill. Now that you're here, I'll go see the other patients first. Call me anytime if you need anything."

After saying that, he tiptoed out of the ward.

After Dr. Liang left, Fu Hua sat down on the edge of the bed.

Seeing An'an slowly open her eyes, Fu Hua whispered:

"An'an, are you feeling better?"