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

"Who said this is a terminal illness?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but her eyes were strikingly bright.

"It's just angina, a coronary artery problem. Who says it can't be cured?"

Chen Zhe was stunned, staring blankly at her.

Fu Hua met his gaze and spoke clearly and forcefully, word by word:

"One day, I will conquer all diseases."

If someone else had said that,

Chen Zhe would only think it was empty talk, grandstanding, and that it was all just talk without understanding the realities of the situation.

He could even mockingly shove the other person into the covers.

But when Fu Hua said those words, he believed her from the bottom of his heart.

It's been like this since high school.

She is always the most eye-catching one in the crowd.

In terms of both knowledge and character, he is far ahead of his peers.

At that time, they only thought Fu Hua was clever.

Now I realize that she's not just smart.

He remains calm and focused, never resorting to shouting or yelling when wronged, and always proving himself through his abilities.

While others are still studying hard late into the night for the college entrance examination,

She has already been snatched up by Professor Yan from Peking University.

The journey was smooth sailing, like the bright and distant moon in the sky.

He had once been secretly proud of being her classmate and having a brief interaction with her.

I mustered up the courage to pursue her back then, even though I was flatly rejected.

He still feels that it was the proudest thing he did in his youth.

Time passes.

If his mother were still alive, life would still be as peaceful as before.

He might even muster up the courage to pursue her a second or third time.

Like Zhao Meng, he never regrets being rejected no matter how many times he is rejected.

But things are different now.

My home is gone, my health is ruined, and my future is bleak.

What gives him the right?

He barely even had the right to stand in front of her, so how could he dare to accept her care?

That wasn't gratitude; it was a constant reminder of how destitute he was.

Fu Hua wasn't particularly adept at understanding men's minds.

But she understands human nature, and she understands the self-respect and stubbornness of a person after being crushed by life.

She didn't try to persuade him further, but simply released his arm, her eyes resolute:

"Wait for me a moment."

"I will prove to you that your illness can be cured."

After saying that, she didn't linger any longer, turned around, opened the door to the private room, and walked out.

She needs to go back and say hello to Professor Yan first.

Back in the original private room, Professor Yan was talking to Lu Tingxiao when she entered.

He smiled and asked, "Why did you take so long? Are you alright?"

"It's nothing, teacher. I just ran into someone I knew before and we chatted for a bit."

Fu Hua explained softly, "I may have to go first, I have some urgent business to attend to. I will make a special trip to visit you and your master's wife next time."

Professor Yan, upon hearing that it was an urgent matter, did not stop him.

He only told me, "Go ahead and do what you need to do. I'm going to talk to your senior brother for a bit. Drive carefully, and let me know if you can't solve anything."

Lu Tingxiao sat quietly to the side, his gaze gently falling on her from the moment she returned.

He could tell that she was in a bad mood and that something was wrong with her eyes.

He then leaned forward slightly, his voice low and gentle:

"Do you need me or the teacher to come with you? Or can I come over and help?"

Fu Hua gently shook her head, forcing a smile:

"No need, senior brother, I can handle it myself. You guys enjoy your meal. I've already paid the bill."

"Teacher, please remember to take the food when you leave; the kitchen has already prepared it."

She quickly gave a few instructions, said goodbye to the two of them, and turned to leave.

When she returned to the private room, the door was open, and the room was empty.

The chair was put back in its place, and the table was clean and tidy.

It was as if the conversation just now was just a fleeting illusion.

Chen Zhe has already left.

Fu Hua stood at the door of the private room, silent for a few seconds.

Then, she gave a soft, self-deprecating laugh.

It seems she overestimated her importance in other people's hearts.

They overestimated their ability to win back someone who had given up on them with just one sentence.

She sighed softly and closed the door to the private room.

I plan to go find the foreman from earlier and ask him about Chen Zhe's situation.

At least we know where he lives and where he usually hangs out, so we'll have a chance to find him again in the future.

She had just turned and walked towards the other end of the corridor, before she could even ask for someone...

Suddenly, a chaotic shouting sound came from the hall.

"Someone has fainted!"

"Quick! Call for help!"

Fu Hua's heart sank, and she almost immediately took off walking quickly towards the direction of the commotion.

A small circle of people had already formed.

On the ground, Chen Zhe lay there, stiff and lifeless.

His face was as white as paper, his lips were bluish, his eyes were tightly closed, and his brows were furrowed.

One hand was pressed tightly against his chest, and his whole body was trembling slightly uncontrollably.

His breathing was weak and rapid, each inhale accompanied by an intense, suppressed pain.

His chest heaved violently, but it felt like he couldn't breathe in much air.

People around were talking:

"Young man, something didn't look right. He was walking along when he suddenly fainted. I saw him fall, and luckily I caught him just in time, otherwise he would have hit his head and been done for."

"Yes, it looks quite scary. Does it mean you have a heart condition?"

"Don't touch him, don't touch him..."

Fu Hua pushed through the crowd, squatted down, and gently placed her fingers on his wrist.

The pulse is thin, erratic, and rapid, clearly irregular.

This is a typical acute exacerbation of angina.

If this is delayed any longer, it could develop into a heart attack at any time, directly endangering one's life.

She did not hesitate at all.

First, they gave him a sip of spiritual spring water, then turned around and dispersed the crowd.

"I'm a doctor, please make way and don't crowd around. The patient needs fresh air."

Her voice was calm and clear, possessing an inherent power that inspired conviction.

The supervisor from earlier also rushed over to help disperse the crowd.

Upon hearing that it was a doctor, the people around were willing to cooperate. Since it was a matter of life and death, everyone stepped back to make room.

Fu Hua laid Chen Zhe down and unbuttoned the top button of his collar.

Tell him to breathe more easily, and whisper this to him as you move.

"Chen Zhe, you are still young, and your future holds endless possibilities."

You can't give up on yourself so easily. I told you I could help you, don't you believe me?

Chen Zhe's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a tear rolled down his temple.

Fu Hua's fingertips moved swiftly, pressing on several key points on his chest to provide first aid and relief.

The ambulance, siren blaring, drove directly into Anzhen Hospital.

Fu Hua followed the stretcher the whole way without stopping.

The person had just been brought into the emergency room when they ran into Cheng Jin, who was on duty.

Upon seeing that it was Fu Hua, and then looking at Chen Zhe on the stretcher, whose face was bluish-purple and whose breathing was weak, Cheng Jin...

His face immediately tensed: "Who is this? What's going on?"

"Friend, I suddenly collapsed in the hotel corridor due to angina. This has been recurring for a long time and has severely affected my mobility."

Fu Hua spoke quickly and steadily, "I highly suspect severe coronary artery stenosis, which may already be close to occlusion."

Cheng Jin didn't dare to delay and immediately beckoned to the nurses: "Put on cardiac monitoring, draw blood to check myocardial enzymes, do all the tests you can, and get him into the emergency room immediately."

The two stood outside the emergency room awaiting preliminary results.

Cheng Jin took off her mask and rubbed her temples, her voice filled with helplessness:

"Huahua, to be honest with you, your friend's illness... with the current methods available in China, I'm afraid it's incurable."

As you know, even Anzhen Hospital, considered one of the top cardiology hospitals in the country, can only prescribe nitroglycerin to dilate blood vessels and relieve pain temporarily, which only treats the symptoms, not the root cause.

If a blood vessel is blocked, it's completely blocked. Currently, there's no way to unblock it.