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

On the other end of the phone, Zhou Yun was silent for a moment, then sighed.

Her voice was full of heartache: "Okay, Huahua, I'll do as you say. Thank you for your hard work tonight, child, thank you so much for staying by Aci's side."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Hua leaned against the wall outside the ward door.

I strained my ears, listening intently to the sounds inside, not daring to relax for a moment.

I don't know how much time passed, but a nurse came in with an IV drip to give Xie Ci an IV.

Fu Huacai quickly followed and pushed open the door to go inside.

Xie Ci was already asleep, even in his dreams,

His brows remained furrowed, and his lips were taut.

His face was filled with unbearable pain and exhaustion.

Fu Hua stood by the bed, quietly watching him, her heart filled with tenderness.

She couldn't believe that he had been alone in the hospital room just now.

Just how much despair and pain did they experience?

Even after falling asleep, I still feel so uncomfortable.

She only regretted that she couldn't bear this pain for him.

The only thing I can do is silently stay by his side and help him get through this most difficult period.

After the cold winds of early winter, it was already December, and the end of the year was drawing ever closer.

The streets are already filled with the festive atmosphere of the Chinese New Year.

Xie Ci is also in the hospital and has been undergoing rehabilitation treatment for more than a month.

Rehabilitation after amputation is far more difficult than imagined.

Every morning, the rehabilitation therapist comes to the ward.

First, we helped him with wound care of the stump, cleaning the scabs and applying ointment.

Gently massage the muscles of the remaining limb to prevent complete muscle atrophy.

The rehabilitation therapist was more professional than Fu Hua in doing these things, so she didn't interfere.

In addition to these, there is also passive limb training.

Help him sit up, slowly move his waist and upper limbs to strengthen his core, then help him move his residual limb and do adaptive stretching.

Regularly measure the circumference of the residual limb, customize a suitable prosthetic mold, test skin tolerance, and avoid friction and inflammation of the residual limb.

Xie Ci has always been a strong-willed person; even during training sessions when he's in so much pain that he's sweating profusely, he never utters a sound of complaint.

She gritted her teeth and cooperated throughout, but her face remained cold and expressionless.

Aside from the rehabilitation therapist, he wouldn't let anyone else see his legs, especially Fu Hua.

Every time she came, Xie Ci would cover herself with the blanket tightly.

Since becoming disabled, his personality has changed drastically.

He used to be quite talkative and cheerful, but now he's always quiet and reserved.

He only smiles when he's looking at Fu Hua.

Most of the time, I just sit there alone, lost in thought.

Fu Hua and Zhou Yun took turns staying at the hospital.

Zhou Yun was in charge of managing Xie Ci's daily meals, preparing various liquid foods and nourishing soups to deliver, and taking care of Xie Ci's daily needs.

When Fu Hua arrived, the rehabilitation had already been completed.

All she could do was talk to him, peel some fruit for him, and remind him to drink more water.

During the day at the hospital, she focused all her attention on Xie Ci, never letting her guard down for a moment.

As soon as I got home, I immediately went into my virtual space.

He plunged headlong into the research of nerve cell regeneration.

This project is extremely difficult, even in this day and age.

Basic research on nerve cells is still in its infancy, let alone regeneration and repair.

Firstly, the extraction and culture of neural stem cells proved difficult due to the lack of suitable carriers, resulting in extremely low cell survival rates.

If you don't control the temperature and nutrients properly, your cells will die instantly.

Secondly, the damaged spinal cord nerves were reconnected.

Xie Ci's spinal cord was injured and severed by the explosion; the severed nerve fibers had long since adhered and atrophied.

If the connection is not properly cleared, even a slight deviation could cause further damage.

There is also cell differentiation in the regeneration of living limbs.

The process of precisely shaping stem cells into bones, muscles, and blood vessels is extremely complex.

Every step requires repeated trials and revisions.

Fortunately, she had access to medical theories from later generations, and with the advantage of accelerated space and time, she gradually found a breakthrough.

The improved stem cell culture medium, with trace amounts of Lingquan water as a dopant, increased cell survival rate.

The precise path for reconnecting nerve ends was carefully planned, avoiding sensitive nerve areas.

Of course, this small breakthrough is still far from achieving true limb regeneration, just like Sun Wukong's somersault cloud.

She communicated everything about the lab and the medical device factory by phone.

I'm busy until the early hours of the morning every day, and I don't even have time to eat a proper meal.

After another sleepless night, Fu Hua washed up, made herself a bowl of instant noodles, ate it quickly, and headed to the hospital.

There was a knock on the door.

Upon opening the door, I was surprised to see my aunt Yue Xue, accompanied by Su Rong.

The two were carrying insulated containers and food boxes, their faces beaming with smiles.

"Huahua, your grandma called yesterday and you said you didn't have time today. Rongrong and I happened to be at the department store, so we brought it over for you."

"Auntie..."

The department store wasn't in this direction; Fu Hua knew they had brought it specifically for this purpose.

Her eyes welled up with tears: "There's no need to go to so much trouble. I can take care of myself, really."

Yue Xue walked in with a smile: "Today is Laba Festival, how can we not drink Laba porridge?"

Your grandma's porridge smells so good, she even added candied dates. Oh, and your aunt also stir-fried some of your favorite side dishes. Eat it while it's hot!

Yue Xue placed the thermos on the table, looking at Fu Hua's haggard face, her heart aching with heartache.

He reached out and touched her forehead. "Look at you, you've lost so much weight in just over a month, and your complexion is terrible."

Spending every day in the hospital without even going home, how can my body take it?

There are caregivers at the hospital, and his parents are there too. Don't push yourself too hard; try to take some time to rest.

Su Rong handed over a glass of warm water, her tone full of concern: "No matter how busy you are, your health is still your own."

Mom's right, your complexion isn't as good as it used to be. Don't stay up so late, or your health will collapse sooner or later.

Fu Hua felt a warmth in her heart, pulled up a chair, and thanked them with a smile: "Thank you, Auntie, thank you, Rongrong. I almost forgot that today is Laba Festival."

Yue Xue and Su Rong exchanged a glance, both filled with heartache.

Yue Xue sighed, "That's right, your maternal grandparents and your uncle all miss you."

Yue Xue glanced at the instant noodles soaking on the table and said disapprovingly, "Why are you eating this? Instant noodles are not as nutritious as soup noodles."

"How about I have Rongrong bring you a meal every day, so at least it's warm?"

Fu Hua quickly shook her head and refused, "Aunt, there's no need to trouble yourself. I often have to go to the hospital, and my schedule is unpredictable. Please don't bother Su Rong."

"I know you're concerned about me, but I'm really taking good care of myself, so please don't worry about me."

Previously, I had a regular sleep schedule and the nourishing effects of the spiritual spring water, so my skin was naturally good.

Now, she basically doesn't sleep, and the space speed is increased tenfold.

No matter how hard he tried to hide it, his face still looked tired.

Actually, it's pretty good.

It would be abnormal if someone cared for patients every day and still looked radiant.

"You silly child."

Yue Xue's eyes reddened, and she pushed the food away, saying, "Let's eat, eat more."

After finishing her meal, Fu Hua had to clean up.

"Let Rongrong do it, Huahua, come with me."

Fu Hua glanced at Su Rong, nodded, and the two sat down in the tea room.

Fu Hua poured Yue Xue a cup of hot tea: "Aunt, what did you want to say?"

Yue Xue withdrew her scrutinizing gaze and said in a serious yet gentle tone, "Huahua, your aunt knows you value relationships, but there are some things you need to plan for your future."

Fu Hua immediately understood Yue Xue's meaning.

My grandmother had told me several times on the phone to separate from Xie Ci.

"Did Grandma mean that?"

Fu Hua's eyes flickered slightly.