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

This trust and support is her strongest foundation on this path.

Fu Hua's expression shifted slightly, but she still insisted on pushing the drafted shareholding agreement in front of Professor Yan and Lu Tingxiao.

His tone was earnest: "Teacher, senior brother, you must accept these shares. Without you, there would be no Huaxin Medical today, and I could not have gotten to where I am today. This is what you deserve."

Seeing that the two were still trying to refuse, Fu Hua frowned slightly.

Feigning a hint of anger, she said in a tone that brooked no refusal: "If you keep refusing, it means you don't consider me one of your own."

"From now on, I won't be able to work at this company with peace of mind."

Professor Yan and Lu Tingxiao exchanged a glance. Seeing her earnest expression, they finally couldn't persuade her otherwise and could only nod and accept it.

Professor Yan spoke first: "We'll accept the shares, but let's be clear from the start: you'll have complete control over all the company's operations and technology decisions. We'll never interfere, and we'll only lend a hand when you need it."

Lu Tingxiao echoed in a deep voice, "I share the same thought as you, teacher. I will take the shares to help you protect this business, and I will never interfere with any decisions."

Fu Hua then smiled and felt relieved.

She made an excuse to get up: "You guys sit and chat, I'm going to the restroom."

Fu Hua went around to the front desk and quietly paid for the meal, not wanting her teacher and senior to spend money.

After paying the bill, Fu Hua walked down the corridor towards the private room.

Just as I turned the corner, I saw a familiar yet thin figure.

It's Chen Zhe.

Fu Hua recognized his back at a glance.

He was very thin, and the staff uniform looked particularly loose on him.

At this moment, he carried a heavy plate in both hands, his steps unsteady.

His face was pale, devoid of any color.

Because he walked a little slower, he received a disapproving look from the foreman who had his hands behind his back.

Pointing his finger at her nose, he shouted sternly, "What are you dawdling for? Can't you see the customers are urging you to hurry up with the food? If you're so slow, and don't want to work, get out! You're wasting everyone's time."

Chen Zhe lowered his head, his body trembling slightly, biting his lip tightly, silently enduring the scolding.

Society will eventually smooth out the rough edges of young people.

The spirited young man of high school, now...

Fu Hua's heart tightened, and she quickly stepped forward.

With a calm expression, he said, "Excuse me, foreman, could you do me a favor?"

The foreman was in the middle of a tirade when he was interrupted, and his face turned very sour.

He turned around, about to explode in anger, but when he saw Fu Hua's face clearly, his eyes widened in amazement, and he froze on the spot.

His tone immediately softened, becoming full of respect: "You...you must be Dr. Fu? The scientist who patented heart valves and was on TV!"

"My daughter idolizes you and looks up to you!"

Fu Hua nodded slightly, her tone gentle: "It's me."

Chen Zhe wanted to leave, but he couldn't do so under the foreman's nose unless he really didn't want to work there anymore.

He could only stand there blankly.

Fu Hua pointed to Chen Zhe: "This is my friend. I'd like to speak with him alone for a few minutes. Could you please make an exception for me?"

Upon hearing this, the supervisor immediately broke into a warm smile.

He waved his hand, "No problem, no problem! Please feel free to chat. I'll keep an eye on things here, so don't worry. I'll arrange a private room for you two to talk at your leisure!"

As he spoke, the head waiter opened a small, unused private room next door and politely invited the two of them inside.

She even took the initiative to ask Chen Zhe for the plate and personally served the dishes.

Fu Hua gave a few perfunctory replies, then pulled the flustered Chen Zhe into the private room and closed the door behind her.

She stood in front of Chen Zhe, her gaze carefully scanning him from head to toe.

His face was ashen white, his lips were bluish-purple, and there were dark circles under his eyes.

His breathing was shallow and unsteady, his brows furrowed, filled with suppressed pain.

He was so thin he looked like he had been suffering from a long illness.

Last time, she wasn't mistaken.

Fu Hua's eyes darkened, her tone firm, tinged with a hint of disappointment, as she spoke, each word distinct and earnest:

"You're sick; it's angina."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhe seemed to be nailed to the spot.

He suddenly looked up, his eyes widening abruptly.

A look of astonishment first appeared in his eyes, followed by a deep layer of confusion.

It's as if they're asking, "How did you know?"

His face was already pale, and now, even his lips looked a few shades lighter.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, but he didn't utter a single word for a long time.

Looking at him like this, Fu Hua's tone became indifferent, almost as if it were the most natural thing in the world:

"I'm a doctor, is it difficult for me to make this diagnosis?"

As she spoke, she turned to the side, reached out, and gently pulled out a chair next to her.

He pointed to the seat with his fingertip, gesturing for him to sit down and talk.

Her movements were natural, without a trace of condescension, yet she inexplicably made people willing to listen to her.

Chen Zhe stood there, hesitating for a long time.

His shoulders were slightly tense, and his hands unconsciously gripped the hem of his clothes.

Her eyes were unfocused, but she eventually moved slowly over and sat down with her eyes downcast.

Chen Zhe sat very stiffly, his back ramrod straight.

It exudes a restless unease, like a student caught doing something wrong.

The private room was silent for a few seconds.

Fu Hua looked at the dark circles under his eyes.

Watching him unconsciously press his left chest from time to time,

Seeing his shallow, rapid breathing, his chest rising and falling slightly, yet he dared not breathe too heavily, my heart sank slightly.

She spoke, her voice soft, but each word clear:

"Your condition is very dangerous; you're completely unsuitable for this kind of physical labor. You know that yourself, right?"

Chen Zhe lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath them, obscuring the emotions in his eyes.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke.

"I know."

His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't had a proper drink of water in a long time.

He gave a self-deprecating, slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, a bitter smile:

"Humans have a mouth, so they always need to eat."

These words, though seemingly light, weighed heavily on one's heart.

Fu Hua nodded gently, neither advising him against being stubborn nor offering any grand advice.

She looked at him intently.

"I can help you, to the best of my ability."

This time, Chen Zhe finally looked up at her.

His gaze held a mixture of too many things.

Gratitude, withdrawal, inferiority complex, resignation.

Finally, everything settled into a gray, desolate calm.

He shook his head gently, his voice still hoarse.

"it's useless."

"The doctor said long ago that this is a terminal illness and cannot be cured."

At this point, he even managed a forced smile.

With a hint of admiration in his eyes, he said, "I know you're amazing. The doctor mentioned you when I went to see him."

"But my illness is different; it's too serious, so I won't trouble you."

After saying that, he leaned on the armrest of the chair, intending to stand up and leave.

He didn't want to stay any longer, didn't want to look so pathetic in front of her.

I don't want to accept her sympathy or charity.

He preferred to endure the pain and exhaustion himself.

He also didn't want to stand in front of her looking like this.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Fu Hua almost instinctively reached out and gently grabbed his arm.

She wasn't very strong, but Chen Zhe, a grown man, couldn't break free.