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

Vice President Fang glanced at Fu Hua and Dr. Liang, his tone calm and measured:

"Fu Hua, Dr. Liang, you can go out first. Director Lin will prepare the medical records for you later."

The two nodded, gently closed the door, and went out.

Only Vice Dean Fang and Director Lin remained in the office.

The atmosphere instantly turned somber.

Vice Dean Fang sat down in the chair and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

He looked up at Director Lin, his voice low but his tone cold:

"Old Lin, you went a bit too far today."

Director Lin's heart tightened, and he still wanted to argue:

"The vice dean, she's an outsider, and she's directly asking for medical records..."

"outsider?"

Vice Dean Fang interrupted him, his tone becoming more serious.

"Fu Hua is not an ordinary student; she has the support of the military."

Moreover, he is currently working on the research and development of heart valves, which is attracting a lot of attention.

She wanted the medical records to save lives and for technological breakthroughs, not for personal matters.

Vice President Fang took a breath and spoke earnestly:

"By blocking her and obstructing her, you're not just suppressing her, but also the opportunity that the hospital has been waiting for."

Director Lin's face turned pale and then red:

"I'm doing this for the sake of departmental rules..."

"Rules are rigid, but people are flexible."

Vice Dean Fang's tone turned serious.

"Dr. Liang's plan is professional and reliable. It's one thing for you not to support her, but you also publicly pressured her."

If something really goes wrong, can you take the responsibility, or can the department take the responsibility?

She concluded with one last sentence:

"Cardiothoracic surgery needs people who can diagnose, save lives, and get things done."

He is not a director who puts on airs, engages in exclusion, or holds others back.

If this happens again, I won't turn a blind eye.

Director Lin stood there, speechless, sweat beading on his forehead.

Vice Dean Fang waved his hand:

"Go ahead and organize the medical records for Fu Hua and Liang Jin."

Remember, think long-term.

Director Lin responded in a low voice with a "Yes," and retreated in a flustered manner.

Vice Dean Fang stood by the office window.

Gazing at the scenery outside, my heart remained unsettled for a long time.

The Chinese Academy of Sciences explicitly refused to cooperate with Peking University, adopting a cold attitude and virtually blocking all avenues for cooperation.

She knew all of this.

She was not unaware of this cutting-edge research on heart valves.

It was incredibly difficult, extremely dangerous, and utterly unpopular.

But she saw in Fu Hua a tenacity and vision that others lacked.

Especially the case of An'an.

The child's situation is special; both of his feet have already been dragged into hell by the King of Hell.

However, with Fu Hua's intervention and Dr. Liang's insistence on caring for her,

It's stabilizing little by little, and things are getting better day by day.

This wasn't luck; it was because we were on the right track.

She sighed softly to herself.

Others only see the immediate benefits of professional titles, power, and departmental interests.

Only by standing higher can you see further.

If Fu Hua's path truly leads to success...

The successful development and commercialization of domestically produced heart valves

By then, countless children with congenital heart disease will be saved.

That wasn't a result achieved in a short period of time or in a particular place.

It is a momentous event that will benefit generations to come.

This is a milestone for the hospital.

For the country, it means breaking foreign monopolies.

For millions of ordinary families, it is a lifesaver, a hope for survival.

She understood this better than anyone else.

Therefore, even if the Chinese Academy of Sciences does not cooperate,

Some people don't understand and try to obstruct things.

She has to hold Fu Hua up through this hurdle.

Anzhen Hospital will definitely cooperate fully and take this matter seriously.

She would stop anyone who tried to stop her.

She would reprimand anyone who held her back.

Without regard for personal feelings or self-interest.

This is worthwhile.

Vice Dean Fang slowly withdrew his gaze, his eyes calm and resolute.

She's worked as a doctor for decades to get to where she is today.

What I seek is never stability, but truly significant events that can save lives and leave a mark on history.

That's exactly what Fu Hua needs to do.

She believed her.

He would also support her all the way.

.........

Fu Hua and Liang Jin walked side by side down the hospital corridor.

The incandescent light illuminated the ground, making it appear white, and the sound of footsteps echoed softly.

Dr. Liang turned her head, her tone filled with sincere gratitude: "Comrade Fu, thank you so much in the office just now."

"If you hadn't stood up for me, there would have been no way to salvage this situation."

Fu Hua smiled gently, slowed her pace, and spoke with a firm yet gentle tone:

"Dr. Liang, you don't need to thank me. I was just telling the truth. Your professional judgment and sense of responsibility deserve respect."

The proposed plan was indeed in the best interests of the patient, and we should stick to it.

She paused, looked into Dr. Liang's eyes, and said earnestly:

"In my heart, you are a truly good doctor who cares about your patients, which is very rare."

Dr. Liang felt a slight warmth in her heart; after so many years in the hospital...

She had heard too many polite words, but few people had affirmed her professionalism and character so directly and sincerely.

Seeing her gentle expression, Fu Hua spoke softly, her tone natural and unobtrusive:

"It's not busy right now. There's a clean teahouse nearby that's quiet and not crowded."

Why don't we sit down together for a while, have a cup of tea, and chat for a bit?

Dr. Liang paused slightly, then, seeing that Fu Hua seemed about to speak, nodded gently.

"it is good."

.........

The teahouse was small, with a few wooden tables and an iron kettle sitting on the stove, bubbling and steaming.

A layer of fog had formed on the window, making the figures outside appear blurry.

The two sat by the window, each with a cup of tea in front of them.

Liang Jin held the teacup, but didn't drink from it; she just held it.

Fu Hua took a sip of tea and asked, "You mentioned earlier that you used to work at the Psychological Research Institute?"

"Yes, I spent six years at the Institute of Psychology before I came to Anzhen."

She spoke softly.

"The conditions are better over there, so why did you come to Anzhen for clinical work?"

Dr. Liang lowered his eyes, his voice as soft as mist:

"For my child's sake, she was born with a heart condition that requires long-term hospitalization and constant emergency care."

The Institute of Psychiatry is for research; it can't protect her.

I just want to be closer to her, even closer...

I'm a doctor, and I always wanted to save her myself.

She paused, her eyes slightly stinging:

Unfortunately, we couldn't keep them in the end.

It's because there isn't a usable, suitable heart valve for the child.

Fu Hua didn't speak, but listened quietly.

"It's been three years since my child left. It's not a long time, but it's not short either. I've seen everyone I needed to see and done everything I needed to do."

She paused, then added, "But some things, I just can't get over."

Fu Hua looked at her.

Liang Jin lowered her head, staring at the tea in her cup.

Fu Hua's eyelashes fluttered: "Could you tell me specifically what the problem is?"

"It's a valve problem; severe mitral regurgitation."

Liang Jin's voice was flat, as if he were talking about someone else's affairs.

"We can't get pediatric valves made in China, and imported ones are too expensive. We can't afford it, so we can only watch helplessly as our child..."

The same problem as An'an.

She looked up at the window, tears streaming down her throat and into her heart.

The windows were fogged up, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Fu Hua remained silent.

Liang Jin looked away and looked at her.

"So when I saw An'an,"

Her eyes were red, and she forced a smile: "I just thought, this child is very lucky to have met you, he will definitely survive."

Fu Hua nodded.

"An'an will survive. I can tell. She's different when she's with him."

"Your kindness to An'an goes beyond just being a doctor."

She looked up: "It's the kind of care a mother gives to her child."