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

Professor Gu, unperturbed by his wife's teasing, simply laughed heartily.

He reached out and patted Li Yan on the shoulder, his tone becoming earnest: "Alright, alright, old woman, stop teasing me."

We're old, really old, and we can't deny it. Now, it's your era, the era of the young people's.

He paused, his gaze falling on Li Yan's face.

His eyes were full of satisfaction and praise: "That girl Fu Hua is really amazing. She's so young and has nothing to offer, yet she led a group of you... you guys, and you actually managed to complete such a difficult project. It's truly impressive. You made the right choice to follow her."

"You have a long road ahead of you. You must do your best and devote yourself wholeheartedly to your studies, which is what you love, right?"

After listening to his teacher's words, Li Yan felt a warm current flow through his heart.

All the previous anxiety, guilt, and unease

At that moment, it all vanished into thin air.

Professor Gu was very kind to him, as he was the one who taught him scholarship and guided him into the field.

He felt really guilty about the arguments that had taken place during that time.

I'm even more afraid that the teacher will hold a grudge and not approve of his future path.

But now, the teacher has not only calmed down, but is also genuinely happy for him.

They even praised him for following the right person and encouraged him to work hard.

Looking at Professor Gu's graying temples, Li Yan's eyes welled up with tears.

He nodded solemnly: "Teacher, don't worry, I've remembered your words. I will definitely do my best and live up to your teachings and Comrade Fu's trust."

I will visit you and your wife often in the future.

Professor Gu looked at the sensible student before him and nodded in satisfaction.

He greeted her with a smile, "Good! Good! Here, have an apple. Your teacher's wife cut it especially for you."

Today is your teacher's wife's birthday, let's have a good drink together.

When you go back, please give my regards to that girl Fu Hua.

Tell her to take good care of herself and continue to bring honor to our country's medical cause!

The laughter and warmth inside the house dispelled the summer heat.

.........

Applying the patent was only the first step; Fu Hua still had something on her mind.

The materials currently used for heart valves are not good enough.

At night, after everyone had left the lab,

She locked the door from the inside, and with a thought, she entered her personal space.

This is her unique secret: time moves ten times slower inside her space compared to outside.

One night outside is equivalent to ten days to half a month inside, which is perfect for focusing on optimization.

In the previous valve samples, some patients still couldn't withstand the rejection reaction.

Their lifespan is short, and the cost remains high, making them a difficult option for ordinary working-class families.

Fu Hua looked at the materials on the table and calmed herself down to adjust them again and again.

She worked tirelessly in the space, repeatedly mixing and refining new materials.

It removes components that may cause rejection and strengthens the durability of the valve.

When I'm hungry, I eat the dry food stored in my space; when I'm tired, I lean against the table and take a nap.

In the outside world, it was only two days, but in her inner world, she had endured more than half a year.

Finally, the valve material has been completely optimized.

The newly improved valve has reduced the rejection rate in the human body to almost zero.

The lifespan has doubled.

Production costs have been cut by more than half, making it almost half the price of imported products on the market, perfectly solving all pain points.

Holding the optimized sample and complete data,

Fu Hua went straight to the city's top-tier tertiary hospital to discuss clinical trials with the hospital.

Besides Anzhen, the second one is Fuwai.

The hospital initially had reservations, but seeing the solid experimental data, patent qualifications, and the persuasive words of Director Sun,

In addition, Fu Hua's professional and thorough explanation,

The head of Fuwai immediately approved the cooperation.

It became the second clinical pilot in the country to use this domestically produced valve.

The second batch of clinical surgeries proceeded as scheduled.

Fu Hua followed up on the entire process, from preoperative preparation to postoperative observation, keeping a close eye on every step.

In just one week, all of the dozen or so valve replacement surgeries were successfully completed.

There were no cases of rejection after the surgery, and the patients recovered extremely well.

The success rate of the surgery is 100%.

The news quickly spread throughout the medical community.

The doctors and nurses praised them repeatedly, and the patient's family was moved to tears.

This user-friendly and affordable domestically produced heart valve quickly gained a good reputation.

Many hospitals from other regions have proactively called to inquire about cooperation.

After leaving the hospital, Fu Hua felt much more relaxed and drove to the laboratory.

As the car drove through an old street, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar yet unfamiliar figure on the roadside out of the corner of her eye.

She slammed on the brakes and brought the car to a steady stop on the side of the road.

Not far away by the roadside, several workers were unloading building materials.

One of the young men looked to be no more than twenty years old.

He was indeed thin, but his back was slightly hunched from the weight of the cement bags.

He was wearing old work clothes that were faded and stained with cement dust.

His hair hung down in a mess, and his forehead was covered in sweat, which trickled down his cheeks, washing away a lot of dust.

Despite his youthful face, it was etched with the marks of time.

His eyes were dark and bluish-black, and his cheeks were sunken.

His hands were covered with rough calluses and tiny cuts.

They were completely devoid of vitality, filled with the weariness of life's hardships.

Fu Hua's heart tightened, and she quickly walked over.

As he turned around carrying the cement, someone grabbed his arm.

Her voice trembled with disbelief: "You're Chen Zhe, right?"

Chen Zhe was pulled and paused, subconsciously looking up.

His gaze first fell on the eye-catching Toyota Crown not far away, then shifted back to Fu Hua in front of him.

She was dressed in a neat shirt and trousers, and her makeup was clean.

Her eyes and brows are still as bright and beautiful as they were in high school.

Time seemed to have left no trace on her; she remained radiant and full of youthful vigor.

Fu Hua has always lived in the light.

But what about himself?

They used to be the glamorous children of high-ranking officials.

Now, their family has fallen on hard times, reduced to doing manual labor, carrying cement, and earning meager wages.

He was covered in dust and dirt, and didn't even have a clean set of clothes.

That's bad enough, but he won't live much longer.

There's no need to bring this bad luck to her.

With such a vast disparity in their abilities, he was no longer worthy to stand before her, and dared not have any further expectations.

Chen Zhe's expression changed abruptly, his eyes filled with panic and embarrassment.

She forcefully shook off Fu Hua's hand, so forcefully that she almost broke free.

He lowered his head, avoiding Fu Hua's gaze.

His voice was hoarse and dry, with a deliberate air of distance: "I'm not you, you've mistaken me for someone else."

He didn't dare linger for another second as soon as he finished speaking, and carried the remaining building materials...

With head down, he quickly slipped into the crowded throng and disappeared in a few moments.

Fu Hua froze on the spot, her hand still suspended in mid-air.

Looking at the empty crowd, I felt a mix of emotions and couldn't come to my senses for a long time.

Just now, when she grabbed his arm,

I could clearly feel the cold sweat on his wrist.

Thinking back further, his face turned pale and his breathing became labored.

While carrying things, he subconsciously pressed his left chest, his brow furrowing sharply before he forcefully suppressed it.

That's not from being tired; it's a typical case of angina.

A person who is only in their early twenties should not be like this.

Her heart sank.

Others might not understand, but she works in cardiology.

I know all too well what angina means in this day and age.