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

The guard and secretary exchanged a glance, completely relieved.

Lu Tingxiao was a close relative of the Shen family and his words were reliable. With his guarantee, they had no worries and were all waiting for Shen Jingshan to speak.

Shen Jingshan was never an unreasonable person.

He immediately nodded: "Since Tingxiao has said so, let's leave it at that. Don't take it any further."

After saying that, he waved his hand at Fu Hua and said, "Miss, this matter is over. Just be more careful when driving in the future."

"I will."

With the deadlock broken, Fu Hua looked at Lu Tingxiao gratefully.

If Lu Tingxiao hadn't known the Shen family, this situation would have remained deadlocked for who knows how long.

Lu Tingxiao met her gaze and nodded slightly, without making a sound.

The tenderness in his eyes lasted only a moment before he regained his professorial composure, revealing nothing of his thoughts to others.

As she stepped out of the police station, a cold wind blew, and Fu Hua subconsciously looked at Shen Yichen.

The boy remained aloof and arrogant, his head slightly bowed as he adjusted his sleeves, his face still showing an unnatural pallor.

She hesitated for a while, but ultimately, her compassion as a doctor prevailed.

Unable to resist, he stepped forward and whispered, "Mr. Shen, this child is still young. I noticed he doesn't look well, and he occasionally presses his chest."

You should take him to the cardiology department of the hospital for a thorough check-up when you have time. Don't take it lightly.

As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Yichen immediately looked up and gave her a cold glance.

His tone carried the inherent arrogance of youth, and he refused without hesitation: "Thank you, but you're not a doctor, are you? How can you say such things so casually? I'm perfectly healthy, there's nothing wrong with me."

Their attitude was distant and cold, clearly indicating that they did not believe in them or appreciate their kindness.

Shen Jingshan patted his grandson's back helplessly.

He thanked Fu Hua gently and tactfully, saying, "Thank you for your concern, Miss. Our Chenchen has always been like this, with a slightly weaker constitution. In addition, he was tired from the long train journey. He will be fine after a couple of days of rest. We understand."

Having said that, Fu Hua didn't want to say anything more to persuade her.

He could only nod slightly: "Then please keep an eye on it."

Shen Jingshan then politely said goodbye to Lu Tingxiao.

He told him to go home and visit his great-aunt as soon as possible, and then hurriedly left with his entourage.

Only Fu Hua and Lu Tingxiao remained at the door.

Lu Tingxiao stood quietly beside her, his eyes gentle and restrained.

Seeing her forlorn expression, he hesitated to speak.

I had so many words of concern on my lips, but I was afraid of overstepping my bounds.

Fu Hua snapped out of her daze, turned to him, and gave him a faint smile.

His tone was sincere: "Senior, thank you so much for today. If it weren't for your help in mediating, I would have been in big trouble today."

"This is nothing to you, it's not a big deal."

Lu Tingxiao's gaze fell gently on her face, and he said with a smile, "However, don't take it to heart. Old Master Shen has a special status, and it's only by order that his bodyguards act strictly. They're not trying to make things difficult for you."

They are a very well-mannered family; they were simply bound by duty and had to be cautious. Anyone would have handled it the same way.

Fu Hua nodded, and remained silent for a moment.

She took the initiative and said, "Senior, are you free right now? I'd like to invite you to dinner."

"have."

Without the slightest hesitation, Lu Tingxiao blurted it out.

He was stunned for a moment after he finished speaking before realizing that he had agreed too readily.

He has never been one to indulge in food and drink or to accept invitations casually.

But he would never refuse Fu Hua if she asked.

He gently touched his stomach, his expression somewhat unnatural.

I made up an excuse: "I've been running around all morning, and I'm a little hungry. I'll just grab something to eat."

"How can I treat my senior brother to a meal so casually?"

Fu Hua couldn't help but laugh; her mood finally eased a bit.

"It's so cold in winter, how about having hot pot? It's warm and comforting."

"Can."

A barely perceptible gentle smile lingered in Lu Tingxiao's eyes.

"I know a really good old restaurant, I'll take you there."

Fu Hua drove, and Lu Tingxiao gave directions; the two headed there.

The car stopped, and Fu Hua looked up, instantly stunned.

This hot pot restaurant is not far from the military unit where Xie Ci is stationed.

She had come here once before, before she and Xie Ci got together.

Later, when we were dating, we would often come here to eat after horseback riding.

A thick fog hung in the air outside the window, and a thin layer of warmth clung to the glass.

Staring at the familiar storefront, she was lost in thought.

Staring blankly at the flow of people at the entrance, his thoughts drifted back to the past.

Lu Tingxiao followed her gaze and saw the military sentry post not far away. In an instant, he understood everything.

He felt a slight pang of regret, wondering why he had chosen this place of all.

He didn't want to touch on her painful memories.

He quickly changed the subject: "It's cold outside, let's go inside and sit down."

Fu Hua snapped out of her daze, suppressed the bitterness in her heart, nodded, and followed him inside.

By an extraordinary coincidence, the waiter led the two directly to the private room where she and Xie Ci used to sit.

We sat down to order, and the steam slowly rose into the air.

Fu Hua still stared blankly out the window from time to time, lost in thought.

Lu Tingxiao looked at her quietly, his heart aching with tenderness, yet he dared not openly express his secret crush.

Initiate conversations about the work you two are doing together, the recent progress of the lab, and other trivial matters, in an effort to distract her.

Fu Hua was preoccupied with her own thoughts, and gave a few perfunctory replies, her expression still dazed.

After chatting for a while, Lu Tingxiao carefully considered his tone.

She asked softly, "By the way, I've been thinking about what we said at the door earlier. You reminded Yichen that he wasn't feeling well, what exactly is the problem?"

He paused, then explained gently, "Although she's not a close relative, my great-aunt will be staying with us recently. The Shen family is like family to us. If anything happens to the child, I'll be worried."

Fu Hua withdrew her gaze and explained seriously, "He's not tired. I think his physical signs are very similar to occult coronary heart disease, coronary artery stenosis. He's young and the symptoms are not obvious, so it's easy to mistake him for being weak and tired."

Emotional excitement, lack of sleep, and overwork can all trigger a sudden heart attack, which is extremely dangerous.

"I am currently conducting research on coronary balloon intervention, which is the treatment for this type of condition. The earlier the examination and intervention, the safer the outcome. The longer it is delayed, the more unimaginable the consequences will be."

Upon hearing Fu Hua's words, Lu Tingxiao's expression instantly turned serious.

Leaning slightly forward, her voice filled with worry, she asked, "You mean that currently, neither the major hospitals in our country nor other hospitals have a specific treatment for this disease?"

Fu Hua gently shook her head, her tone calm.

But with a hint of helplessness, he said, "It's very difficult. The difficulty with this disease lies in the fact that the coronary arteries are too narrow. The child is so young, and traditional surgery carries extremely high risks."

Most hospitals are hesitant to perform surgery, and conservative treatments only provide temporary relief, addressing the symptoms but not the root cause. If left untreated until an acute attack occurs, it may be too late.

"So, can the one you're researching now cure it?"

Lu Tingxiao pressed on, knowing that Fu Hua had been engrossed in medical research and development, and he held a glimmer of hope in his heart.

"The coronary balloon I developed is specifically designed for this type of coronary heart disease, and the technology is fully mature."

Now, only one final step remains; we'll soon be entering the clinical trial phase.

Fu Hua spoke softly, a glimmer of light appearing in her eyes as she began to talk about her research.