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

Shen Jingshan clung desperately to Lu Tingxiao as his last lifeline.

He was trembling all over, his lips were shaking uncontrollably, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

He could only shout intermittently, "Yes! Find her! Quickly find her... she can save her..."

Lu Tingxiao didn't even have time to wait for him to finish speaking.

There was only one thought in my mind—time was of the essence!

He took off running as fast as he could out of the hospital, putting all his strength into every step, wishing his legs were longer.

The attending physician, who had followed him out, watched his retreating figure and sighed inwardly, filled with despair.

His career is over!

In the case of aortic dissection rupture, the golden rescue time is only a few tens of minutes.

There's simply not enough time to get from here to Anzhen and then bring Fu Hua back.

No matter how skilled she is, she can't save a life in time.

Fu Hua had anticipated that the surgery would encounter problems.

She knew perfectly well that it was a heart valve replacement surgery.

In a healthy young person, using Anzhen's valve might allow them to pass smoothly.

It could be replaced with a child or a frail elderly person, someone with a weak constitution and underlying health conditions.

If you don't take Lingquan Water before the surgery to stabilize your physical condition, there is a 100% chance of accidents during or after the surgery.

All of Kanghua's previous successful cases involved young and strong patients, which is why there were no problems.

Lu Tingxiao had told Fu Hua about Aunt Lan's situation.

So she made preparations early in the morning and arrived at the entrance of Fuwai Hospital by car at that moment.

As soon as I parked the car and engaged the handbrake, I saw Lu Tingxiao rush out of the hospital like a madman.

Fu Hua strode forward, her expression grave: "Did something go wrong with Aunt Lan's surgery?"

When Lu Tingxiao saw her, he was stunned for a moment.

He didn't even bother to ask Fu Hua why she was here early.

Time was of the essence, so he grabbed her arm and quickly explained the situation.

"Take me in, quick!"

Fu Hua's face darkened, and without the slightest hesitation, she rushed into the hospital with Lu Tingxiao.

The two ran all the way to the operating room door, where they found it surrounded by military leaders, the Shen family, and Professor Shi's entourage.

Everyone crowded around, and when they saw Fu Hua appear, they all erupted in chatter, wanting to ask her all sorts of questions.

Fu Hua raised her hand to block, her tone sharp: "Whatever you want to say, wait until I rescue him!"

After speaking, she looked directly at the attending physician, who was covered in blood.

He spoke in a deep voice: "Take me inside."

The attending physician was taken aback at first, then realized what was happening.

He nodded quickly, "Ah? Oh! Okay! Follow me!"

He didn't dare delay and immediately took Fu Hua to change into sterile surgical gowns, put on gloves, and disinfect, all in a very fast-paced manner.

As soon as Yin Xian pushed open the operating room door, he saw Fu Hua, and his eyes widened in shock.

His face was filled with disbelief: "How did you get here?!"

Fu Hua didn't even glance at him; saving lives was the priority, and she had no time to argue with him.

She strode to the operating table and immediately saw that the patient was bleeding heavily and his vital signs were rapidly declining.

Fu Hua took out a small sterile glass bottle from her inner pocket, which contained spiritual spring water.

She used a sterile cotton swab to apply the spring water quickly to Aunt Lan's lips.

The scrub nurse next to them was stunned.

Unable to contain himself, he questioned, "This procedure has never been followed during surgery before. What is this thing?"

"Yeah, why are you doing this?"

These people didn't know Fu Hua, but this action overturned their expectations.

All the medical staff looked at the attending physician, only to see him shaking his head vigorously.

"Stop talking nonsense and get to work."

Fu Hua rebuked her coldly, but her hands didn't stop moving at all.

The medical staff were intimidated by her aura and dared not say another word, keeping a close eye on her movements.

Not long after the spring water touched her lips, Aunt Lan's rapidly declining blood pressure and heart rate actually stabilized slightly.

The bleeding slowed down, buying precious time for rescue.

Fu Hua dared not relax and immediately took the lead in the surgical position.

He ordered in a deep voice, "Prepare the aortic arch replacement device and start extracorporeal circulation."

The hospital has these instruments.

All of these were imported from abroad by Kanghua, but there are no doctors who can perform the procedures.

Without brain and spinal cord protection, these are essentially useless.

However, with the spiritual spring water, Fu Hua has no worries about this.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up."

Fu Hua urged people on.

Although the medical staff did not believe that Fu Hua could succeed,

At this point, it's a case of trying anything, even if it seems hopeless.

The equipment was quickly prepared, and Fu Hua's movements were skillful and steady, each step precise.

First, quickly clamp the ruptured aortic dissection to temporarily stop the bleeding.

Next, the vascular tissue was separated in an orderly manner.

"Accurately measure the length of the damaged blood vessel and select a matching artificial blood vessel!"

"Anesthesiologist, monitor brain waves and spinal nerve reflexes continuously!"

"Give a blood transfusion, accelerate fluid resuscitation, and maintain stable blood pressure!"

She remained calm and composed throughout, her voice clear and strong.

The once chaotic operating room instantly became orderly under her command.

She possesses cutting-edge surgical experience in treating occult aortic dissection, the most advanced in the future.

While carefully dissecting the damaged aortic arch...

On one hand, the artificial blood vessel is precisely matched, and on the other hand, each stitch is steady, precise and ruthless, perfectly avoiding fragile nerves and blood vessels.

The spiritual spring water protected Aunt Lan's brain and spinal cord throughout the entire process.

Completely eliminate the risk of postoperative paralysis and brain death.

The medical staff, who had initially been at a loss, were completely stunned.

It is generally acknowledged in the medical community that aortic arch replacement surgery is impossible without hypothermia protection of the brain and spinal cord.

Extremely high risk of brain death and lifelong paralysis.

Ke Fuhua performed the procedure without any special protection, clamping, dissecting, and suturing the blood vessels with fluid and effortless skill.

Stable and precise, with continuously controllable bleeding.

The entire medical staff was shocked, their minds went blank, and they were filled with disbelief.

This isn't just superb medical skill; it's a revolutionary, cutting-edge technique in cardiac surgery that will revolutionize the entire field.

They had never seen such an incredible feat in their lives.

Shocked, her body instinctively cooperated with Fu Hua.

The only sounds in the operating room were the clinking of instruments and Fu Hua's calm, steady commands.

Everyone pinned their hopes on her.

After a full three hours, the extremely dangerous surgery was finally completed.

The way everyone looked at Fu Hua changed; it became complex and filled with awe.

The attending physician was utterly shocked.

They had long heard of Fu Hua's reputation.

At a young age, he developed a special heart valve for children.

The first three patients were all children under ten years old.

A child's heart is the size of a palm, and their blood vessels are as thin as a hair.

The valve structure is delicate; even a slight mistake during valve replacement can lead to failure.

It's more than ten times more difficult than adult surgery, which is already incredibly challenging.

At this moment, the heart rate, blood pressure, and blood oxygen levels on the monitor are all beating steadily.

The values ​​were stable and clear; Aunt Lan's vital signs were completely normal.

This was accomplished without brain or spinal cord protection.

Good heavens!

Everyone was screaming inwardly: Is this a human? This is clearly a god!

It's a monster that's revolutionizing medicine!

Yin Xian stood frozen in place, dumbfounded, his face filled with disbelief.

He always thought that Fu Hua was just a researcher, writer of papers, and developer of consumables.

This is completely different from performing surgery in a clinical setting.

Scientific research is about static technical study, while surgery is about dynamic on-the-spot decision-making.

One relies on brains, the other on skills; they're completely different things!

Yet she could even perform this kind of surgery perfectly; she's skilled in both scientific research and top-notch surgery.

How can one surpass someone like that?

A sudden wave of frustration washed over him.

Fu Hua felt all her strength drained away, and cold sweat streamed down her face.

His white coat was soaked with sweat; he was so tired he could barely stand, and his eyes showed exhaustion.

Since she began researching stem cells day and night, even with the blessing of the spiritual spring water, her body has shown abnormalities.