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

Lu Tingxiao acted decisively; after hanging up the phone, he immediately contacted his superiors.

He explained the reasons in a few words, revealing the rationale for talent recruitment, and his tone left no room for argument.

Less than twenty minutes later, the landline in Dean Lü's office suddenly rang.

He answered impatiently, and before he could even exchange pleasantries, a stern order came through the receiver from his superior.

"Dean Lü, Zhou Ming, a recent graduate of your esteemed university, has been included in the list of highly skilled and exceptional talents to be recruited."

Please approve their graduation thesis immediately and issue their graduation certificate without delay!

Dean Lü's face turned deathly pale instantly, and his hand gripping the receiver tightened slightly.

His brows furrowed, his eyes filled with resentment and astonishment.

Not daring to disobey in the slightest, they could only nod repeatedly.

In a respectful tone: "Yes, yes, I understand. I'll get on it right away!"

After hanging up the phone, he clenched his fist tightly.

Under pressure from his superiors, Dean Lü could only sign Zhou Ming's approval document with a grim face, feeling utterly frustrated and with nowhere to vent his anger.

Not long after, Zhou Ming received a notification from his counselor that he had successfully obtained his graduation certificate.

Clutching her gold-embossed graduation certificate, a hint of warmth softened her cool and aloof expression, her heart filled with gratitude towards Fu Hua.

It's nice to have someone to rely on.

Dean Lü, suppressing his anger, showed a slight change in expression and hurriedly dialed another number.

His tone was urgent and agitated. "Professor Shi, something's happened! Zhou Ming's graduation certificate can't be held up. The higher-ups have given me direct orders, forcing me to pass her thesis and issue her the certificate. I can't stop it at all!"

Professor Shi sat in his office, slowly twirling a pen between his fingers.

Hearing this, he frowned slightly, but his tone remained calm as he reassured her, "Don't panic. It's just a mistake. There's no need to lose your composure."

After Dean Lü finished explaining the whole story, Instructor Shi immediately grasped the key point.

He pressed on in a deep voice, "Did you ask at the time which department or unit included her in the list of highly skilled talents for recruitment?"

Dean Lü slapped his forehead, his face full of regret and remorse: "When I heard the superiors speak, I was completely stunned. I didn't dare to ask any questions and just signed it!"

"Foolish!"

Instructor Shi reprimanded in a low voice, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

"Call them back immediately and find out which unit is in charge of the talent recruitment!"

Dean Lü didn't dare delay, and trembling, he dialed back the number, carefully pressing for answers.

As a result, the other party responded curtly, directly citing the confidentiality of the personnel and the inconvenience of disclosing information regarding their recruitment, and then hung up the phone.

Dean Lü stared blankly into the receiver, his face turning pale and then red, before turning to Professor Shi and telling him the truth.

Professor Shi fell silent, his fingers tapping incessantly on the table, his eyes filled with growing doubt.

Who exactly is helping Fu Hua behind the scenes? Her connections are incredibly extensive.

They wouldn't even reveal the name of their organization.

At this moment, Dean Lü was even more distressed that his money had been completely wasted.

With a long face and a sigh, he said, "Now look what happened! Twenty thousand yuan gone without a trace. I didn't even manage to keep the person, and I've gotten myself into a lot of trouble. All that money is completely wasted!"

The two were filled with resentment and doubt.

Meanwhile, in a ward at Anzhen Hospital, Chen Zhe, who had been in a coma for two days, had slowly woken up.

Fu Hua went to the cafeteria in advance and bought congee, pickled vegetables, and steamed eggs.

It was all soft, easily digestible, and lightly flavorful food.

"You're awake?"

Fu Hua raised an eyebrow slightly: "Is anything bothering you?"

Chen Zhe recognized Fu Hua and struggled to sit up.

Fu Hua got up and helped him put the pillow behind his back.

"I bought food? Shall we eat something first?"

Chen Zhe nodded.

Fu Hua picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, gently blew on it to cool it down, and then tried to feed it to him.

Chen Zhe's cheeks flushed, his eyes darted away, and he quickly turned his head away.

Looking flustered and speaking in a hoarse voice, he said, "I can do it myself, no need to trouble you."

He tried to reach for the spoon himself, but the slightest movement sent a sharp pang of angina through his chest.

The pain made him furrow his brow instantly, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

Fu Hua took the spoon directly from his hand, her tone firm yet gentle: "Never mind, I'll do it. You just woke up, don't move around."

She fed him slowly, spoonful by spoonful. Chen Zhe was too weak and shook his head after only a few bites. He had lost his appetite and his face began to turn pale again.

Seeing this, Fu Hua took advantage of the fact that no one was in the ward and quietly poured a glass of warm water, adding a few drops of spiritual spring water to it.

She held it to his lips: "Drink some water first to calm down."

Chen Zhe didn't think much of it and took a few sips. In no time, the tightness and pain in his chest dissipated, and his complexion improved considerably.

He looked at Fu Hua, his eyes filled with gratitude: "Thank you, but it's better not to save my life; it would only be trouble for others."

As he spoke, he pressed the call button to call the nurse to remove the IV needle.

His tone was full of helplessness: "Don't give me this injection, it's too expensive. I'm penniless right now and have no money to pay you back."

Fu Hua reached out and pressed down on his arm, stopping him from moving.

In a calm tone, she said, "I've already paid all the medical expenses, so you can just focus on getting better."

Chen Zhe's eyes were slightly red, and his face was full of embarrassment.

He lowered his head, his smile bitter: "Right now, I'm just a penniless poor man. I may never be able to pay back the money I owe you in this lifetime. You don't need to do this."

Fu Hua looked at him earnestly and slowly began to speak.

"I don't need you to pay me back. I'm helping you because I need your help."

Chen Zhe suddenly looked up, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief as he stared at Fu Hua.

Completely unprepared for her to say such a thing, he froze on the spot.

Fu Hua didn't rush to change the subject. She gently closed the medical record book beside her and placed it on the bedside table.

His tone was calm and composed: "Chen Zhe, it's like this, I registered a medical device company myself, and I'm currently working on a project to research coronary balloons."

Chen Zhe was stunned, his face filled with confusion.

He instinctively asked, "A coronary balloon? What's that? How can I help you?"

After graduating from high school, the company he was assigned to went bankrupt and closed down after only a few days.

After years of doing odd jobs, I'm just a miserable person. How can I help you?

He had never even heard of the technical terms Fu Hua used.

Fu Hua pointed to Chen Zhe's chest.

He patiently explained, "It's a medical device that uses a very thin tube to insert a balloon into the blocked blood vessel in your heart and open it up."

This way, your angina will be cured, and you won't have to suffer anymore.

She paused, looking at him earnestly: "There is no precedent for this in China, no ready-made solutions, and no cases to refer to."

Your current condition is that of a typical, most severe case of angina.

Therefore, I need you to be my clinical trial case, that is, my experimental subject. Are you willing?

After listening, Chen Zhe did not hesitate at all, and did not even have time to think about the risks behind the word "experiment".

Almost blurted out, "I do."

A layer of gray yet relieved light rose in his eyes.

He's in the same state now as a dying man.

He lived a pathetic life; if he could still be of some use to her before he died,

That way, he'll have plenty of time to reminisce on his journey to the underworld.

Seeing his appearance, Fu Hua's heart tightened.

He raised his voice, emphasizing seriously, "Chen Zhe, this is a very serious matter, and the risks are also very high."

There's a possibility of complications during the surgery, and many unknown complications may arise afterward. Are you really willing to accept that?