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

After listening, Dr. Zheng suddenly realized his mistake and nodded repeatedly: "You're right. I hadn't considered things thoroughly enough. I was only thinking about his physical recovery and neglected his mental state."

"Okay, regarding the prosthetic leg, I'll talk to Xie Ci's parents first and try to postpone it as much as possible, prioritizing his emotional well-being and rest."

Fu Hua nodded, then took out a frosted glass water bottle from her bag. The bottle was filled with clear water.

She handed the water bottle to Dr. Zheng and whispered, "Dr. Zheng, this is spring water that I specially asked someone to find for him. The water is clean and good for his health, especially suitable for his current recuperation."

Please pass this on to Xie Ci's mother and tell her not to tell her that I gave it to her.

Dr. Zheng took the water bottle and readily agreed, "No problem, I'll give it to Comrade Zhou when she arrives."

Fu Hua took another step forward and said, "There are a few more things I'd like to ask you to pass on as well."

"He should drink this water twice a day. If he doesn't drink it, he should use a cotton swab to apply lip balm."

"Also, he needs to sunbathe every morning starting at ten o'clock..."

No matter how small the matter, he handled every single thing, afraid of missing a single detail.

These are all details she kept in her heart, having stayed by Xie Ci's side day and night.

Dr. Zheng noted down all the details and agreed, then asked with some doubt, "Wouldn't it be more convenient for you to tell Comrade Zhou these things yourself? She'll go home to get her things and come back to the hospital right away, so there's no need for me to relay the message."

Upon hearing this, a deep sense of desolation instantly welled up in Fu Hua's eyes.

A bitter smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't explain why.

She simply shook her head slightly, her voice as soft as a sigh: "No, thank you for your help."

She dared not linger any longer, afraid that if she stayed even a second longer, she would be unable to resist turning back and rushing into the ward.

She was also afraid of running into Zhou Yun when he returned, which would expose all her vulnerabilities.

After thanking Dr. Zheng, Fu Hua clenched her fist, turned around and quickly left the hospital, her back view revealing an indescribable loneliness and determination.

.........

Fu Hua was floating when she came out of the hospital.

As I drove, Xie Ci's cold face and the words of breaking up that I had uttered kept replaying in my mind.

It felt like a damp, cold cotton ball was stuck in her chest, making it hard for her to breathe, and her eyes kept stinging.

My fingertips were trembling as I gripped the steering wheel.

The car slowly drove away from the hospital and continued along the street.

She stared blankly at the road ahead, her thoughts drifting.

Her mind was filled with images of Xie Ci, from their first meeting to falling in love, and now his insistence on pushing her away.

Each scene pierced her heart, causing her to tense up with pain.

As she approached an intersection, the light was green, and she instinctively eased off the accelerator and coasted forward.

Unaware of the group of people suddenly walking quickly towards them from the roadside.

By the time she came to her senses, it was too late to swerve the steering wheel.

She slammed on the brakes, and the tires screeched as they screeched.

It appears the front of the car still hit someone.

Fu Hua's heart skipped a beat, and she panicked instantly.

All the sadness and sorrow were swept away by this unexpected accident.

She quickly turned off the engine, removed the key, and got out of the car to check.

The person who was bumped was an elderly man with white hair and an extraordinary demeanor.

His back was ramrod straight, and even while sitting on the ground, his expression only darkened slightly.

He exudes an aura of authority that commands respect without needing to be angry.

They're clearly not elders from ordinary families.

Beside the old man was a boy of about sixteen or seventeen, tall and handsome, with an unusually pale face.

Dressed in clean casual clothes, with an outstanding demeanor, she was the kind of child who had been carefully raised.

His eyes held a hint of youthful pride, yet without arrogance.

He was nervously supporting the elderly man, his brows furrowed.

Without a doubt, they must be a grandmother and grandson.

Following behind the grandmother and grandson were two men in formal attire, their expressions exceptionally serious.

One looked like a secretary, while the other was tall and had sharp eyes, like a soldier.

The two instantly stepped forward, firmly protecting the grandmother and grandson.

His gaze towards Fu Hua was cold and unyielding, exuding a serious aura.

It is clearly a habit formed from being in a special position for a long time.

"How do you drive? Didn't you see there were people ahead?"

The guard spoke first, his voice cold and stern, his eyes fixed warily on Fu Hua, his entire being exuding vigilance.

"Didn't you see this is a pedestrian crossing? If you're going any faster, the consequences could be disastrous!"

The secretary followed up, her expression serious and without the slightest hint of politeness: "Comrade, you're not paying enough attention while driving. This is our leader. If something serious happens, can you take responsibility?"

"I'm sorry, it's my fault."

Fu Hua apologized sincerely. Ever since that hurtful apology, she found herself becoming very vulnerable.

I cry easily because I stay up late for long periods of time and can't concentrate.

It was entirely her fault; she was distracted and bumped into someone. There was no room for excuses.

She composed herself, stepped forward, and apologized to the old man and the boy with utmost sincerity: "I'm so sorry, it's all my fault. I didn't notice you. Are you hurt anywhere? I'll take you to the hospital for a full check-up right away."

I will cover all medical and examination fees, and I will not shirk any subsequent compensation obligations.

Her tone was sincere, without a trace of perfunctoriness, and her eyes were full of guilt.

After all, the accident was caused by her own distraction, and regardless of the other party's identity, she should bear full responsibility.

The elderly man addressed as "Chief" was none other than Shen Jingshan.

He waved his hand, signaling to his bodyguards and secretary not to get too excited.

I looked down at my arm where I had been rubbed; it was only slightly red, without any broken skin or bleeding.

Physically, there's nothing seriously wrong; I was just a little frightened.

He looked up at Fu Hua, his gaze authoritative, but without any deliberate attempt to make things difficult.

He said calmly, "When driving, you must concentrate. This was just a minor scratch. If you had hit someone, it would have been too late to regret it."

Shen Yichen, supporting Shen Jingshan, looked Fu Hua up and down.

A young person's nature is inherently somewhat arrogant.

Looking at Fu Hua's young age and the fact that she's a woman, it's no wonder she's so careless when driving.

He was somewhat displeased, but he only frowned and didn't say anything unpleasant.

Turning to Grandpa, she softly advised, "Grandpa, let's go to the hospital for a check-up."

"I'm really fine, it's just a minor injury."

Shen Jingshan patted his grandson's hand and reassured him, "We have important business in Beijing this time, so let's not waste any time."

Logically speaking, since the elderly person said everything was fine, this matter should have been resolved through proper negotiation.

However, the bodyguards and secretary around him remained firm in their stance and showed no sign of backing down.

They were all people who had followed Shen Jingshan for many years, and their duty was to protect their leader's safety.

Shen Jingshan's identity is special, and there is no room for the slightest mistake.

Even the slightest scratch must be thoroughly investigated to ensure there are no hidden dangers.

The guard, with a stern face, said coldly to Fu Hua, "No, even if she looks fine now, she must go to the hospital for a full check-up and stay for observation to ensure that the leader is in good health."

Furthermore, this incident cannot be left to chance; we need to call the police and handle it according to proper procedures.

"Yes, we must call the police."

The secretary immediately chimed in, "We need to wait for the traffic police to arrive and determine responsibility. All subsequent procedures must be followed according to the rules."

This cannot be resolved privately or arbitrarily. This is not only a matter of responsibility to our superiors, but also to you.

The two were very strict, even forceful, leaving no room for negotiation.

They weren't targeting Fu Hua intentionally; it was their duty, and they couldn't afford to be careless.

After all, given Shen Jingshan's status, no small accident can be taken lightly.

Fu Hua also understood their concerns.

The other party looked to be extremely wealthy and influential, so it was only right to be cautious; she had no objections.

He nodded: "I understand, I will cooperate. You can call the police. I will wait here. I will never shirk the responsibility that is mine to bear."