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

Two days later, an explosive news story spread throughout the entire medical community in Beijing.

Fuwai Hospital, in collaboration with Kanghua Medical, has successfully completed five heart valve replacement surgeries.

The patients were fully conscious after the surgery and are recovering well.

Related reports were everywhere; newspapers and television were filled with positive news about Fuwai.

Kanghua Medical instantly gained fame.

In the Lu family's living room, Shen Jingshan held a newspaper, his face beaming with satisfaction.

Pointing to the report, he handed it to Lu Tingxiao: "Tingxiao, look! I told you my choice was right, didn't I?"

Haven't Fuwai and Kanghua already produced results? Do I still need to conduct further investigations?

Five consecutive surgeries were all successful; the technique is already well-established.

Your previous worries were unnecessary! I'll arrange for your great-aunt to have a full check-up tomorrow and get the surgery done as soon as possible, so I can be completely at ease.

Lu Tingxiao took the newspaper, looked at the report, and his brows furrowed even more.

His face was full of doubt: "Old Shen, something's not right, it's too strange."

Kanghua's previous valve technology had a fatal flaw; otherwise, people wouldn't have died.

"I know what you're saying, that the first surgery was bound to have some unexpected complications?"

Shen Jingshan pondered for a moment: "We must always give people a chance to improve."

Lu Tingxiao still disagreed.

The challenge of repairing heart valves is not something that can be overcome in a short period of time; this is a well-known problem in the field.

Breakthroughs in patented technologies are never achieved overnight.

How could it be possible that five highly complex surgeries were successfully performed in a row in just a few days?

This is completely illogical; I feel there's something wrong with it.

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Once the Laba Festival is over, the New Year is just around the corner; time flies and it's already the 30th of the twelfth lunar month.

Every household is busy preparing for the Chinese New Year; the streets and alleys are filled with the festive atmosphere.

The sound of firecrackers rang out from time to time, and the air was filled with excitement.

In the blink of an eye, Fu Hua has been in this world for 9 years.

She turned 26 after the New Year.

In this era, she is considered an older unmarried woman.

Cai Xiaoyan's mother, Zhang Wen's mother, and her maternal grandmother often talked about her marriage.

Each time, Fu Hua would give him a lecture in return.

She has money and free time; she owns a car, a house, and savings.

What do you do when you get married?

Why let a marriage certificate bind her?

If marriage could restore Xie Ci to his original state and make him happy,

Then she's willing to get married.

However, this is unrealistic.

If Xie Ci wants to get better, she can only rely on herself.

Fu Hua drove to the military compound. In just a few years, the roads here have become much wider and there are many more old-fashioned official vehicles.

The courtyard walls are tall, made of red bricks and gray plaster, quiet and solemn.

The sentry at the gate is still young and has an upright posture.

Many people in military uniforms were going home after get off work.

People would scan Fu Hua's Toyota with wary eyes.

Fu Hua showed the sentry the certificate Zhou Yun had given her, and then drove straight to the Xie family's courtyard.

Building No. 9, a two-story courtyard, Fu Hua slowly walked forward carrying her things.

The weather was bitterly cold; the wind felt like knives on my face.

The white breath exhaled lingered all around, and the branches of the trees in the yard were frozen stiff.

Zhou Yun was already waiting in the courtyard. As soon as he saw Fu Hua, he quickly went to greet her.

He reached out to pull her inside: "Huahua, you're finally here! Come on in, it's cold outside, don't catch a cold. The heating's on inside, it's nice and cozy. Let's come in and sit down."

Fu Hua took half a step back, dodging her hand.

I glanced at the second floor. He's not feeling well right now, so he must be staying on the first floor.

"No, Auntie, I won't go in. I'll leave after a while."

It wasn't that she didn't want to see Xie Ci, it was that she was afraid to go in.

The two are currently broken up and it's not appropriate for them to meet.

It would make the thank-you speech feel like a burden and only add to the trouble.

Seeing her like this, Zhou Yun understood somewhat, sighed, and didn't press the matter further.

I just feel a little sorry for you: "You're such a sensible child."

"Auntie, how is Xie Ci's recovery going? Is he feeling any better? Does his wound still hurt? Is the phantom limb pain severe?"

Fu Hua looked up, her voice full of worry, and asked anxiously about the situation regarding Xie Ci.

"Much better, much better than before!"

Zhou Yun quickly spoke up and explained it to her in detail.

"The wound is healing very steadily, with no inflammation at all. The doctor said that the spinal cord injury area is also showing signs of improvement. Now he can sit in a wheelchair for a long time without any problems. However, he still can't get out of bed, and doing rehabilitation training every day is still painful. But he has a strong will and keeps gritting his teeth and persevering."

"I've heard from others that phantom limb pain usually occurs in this situation, but Xie Ci has never mentioned it. I don't know if he doesn't experience it or if he's just enduring it without saying anything."

"The child became much quieter, didn't speak all day, ate very little, and just drank water."

"It's gone in just a few days. Your Uncle Xie isn't here, so I'll have to trouble you to bring it over."

After hearing this, Fu Hua felt a little relieved.

It seems that the spiritual spring water is also effective for phantom limb pain.

The polite refusal brought her some comfort.

Fu Hua repeatedly instructed, "Auntie, you must make sure he does his rehabilitation on time. Don't let him push himself too hard. He's too stubborn and won't say anything even if he's in pain. Please keep a close eye on him."

His diet should be light and not too oily, to aid his recovery. He must also take his medication on time; don't miss a dose.

As she spoke, she took out several frosted glass bottles from her bag, filled with spiritual spring water.

He handed it to Zhou Yun, lowering his voice, "This, just like before, give Xie Ci a little bit every day. It's really good for his recovery. Don't let him know it was me who sent it."

Zhou Yun took the glass bottle, clutching it tightly in her hand. Looking at Fu Hua, her eyes instantly reddened.

Lowering her voice as well, her tone was full of gratitude and guilt: "Huahua, Auntie really doesn't know how to thank you. You've done so much for Aci, given so much silently. Our Xie family owes you so much. We've let you down and made you suffer."

"Auntie, please don't say that."

Fu Hua gently shook her head, her eyes gentle yet firm.

"I did all this willingly. I don't want anything in return. I just want Xie Ci to be safe and sound and get better day by day. That's more important than anything else. Nothing else matters."

Afraid that she would be reluctant to leave if she stayed any longer, Fu Hua didn't dare to linger and said goodbye to Zhou Yun: "Auntie, I'm leaving now. Please go inside quickly, don't get cold."

After saying that, she turned around and quickly got into the car.

Zhou Yun took the glass bottle, turned around, and went inside.

She had only been inside for a short while when Xie Ci, in a wheelchair, was pushed by a maid out of a room on the first floor.

He looked up at Zhou Yun, his eyes deep and serious.

He asked, "Mom, who were you talking to in the yard just now?"

Zhou Yun's heart skipped a beat, fearing that Xie Ci's emotions would be stirred again if he knew it was Fu Hua who had come.

Taking a few deep breaths, I tried to remain calm: "It's Aunt Zhu from next door. I was busy at home during the New Year and couldn't leave, so I asked her to help me get some spring water from the mountains for you."

Xie Ci's gaze fell on the corner of the frosted glass bottle peeking out from behind Zhou Yun.

His eyes were deep and dark, and his gaze darkened, but he did not ask any more questions.

At that moment, the living room television was playing the news.

Reports are everywhere about Fuwai Hospital, in collaboration with Kanghua Medical, successfully completing multiple heart valve replacement surgeries.

They lavishly praise their technology, how mature it is, and how impressive their achievements are.

Xie Ci watched the news on TV, his previously calm expression instantly turning serious.

He gripped the armrests of the wheelchair tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.