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

After a three-hour aortic dissection surgery, Fu Hua felt as if all her strength had been drained.

Excessive use of spacetime acceleration has caused a range of aftereffects throughout the body.

Not only was I exhausted, but my temples were throbbing as if tiny hammers were constantly hitting them.

My vision blurred intermittently, with blackouts and double vision.

A metallic, sweet taste rose in my throat, and my limbs felt both sore and weak.

Every bone felt like it had been disassembled and reassembled; I didn't even have the strength to lift my hand to tidy up the instruments.

My back was already soaked with cold sweat, making my surgical gown stick to my body, feeling sticky and heavy.

His breathing became rapid, and each breath was accompanied by a feeling of weakness and exhaustion.

This feeling has only become much more pronounced recently.

Fu Hua knew this was the price she paid for overusing her abilities.

But there was no other way; it was something she had to do.

Despite her physical discomfort, she methodically arranged the follow-up matters.

His tone was calm and composed, without the slightest hint of panic: "The patient was transferred directly to the intensive care unit after the surgery and is under 24-hour monitoring."

Monitor heart rate, blood pressure, and blood oxygen saturation every half hour, and record the amount of bleeding.

Also, immediately administer anti-infective and anticoagulant medications, strictly according to the dosage I prescribed—neither too much nor too little.

Do not turn over for 6 hours after surgery. Closely monitor the wound for bleeding. Notify me immediately if any abnormalities occur.

The patient is elderly, so it's crucial to keep them warm post-surgery to minimize any risk of infection. The monitor must be on at all times, and all data must be recorded and archived in real time.

Because it was outside Fudan, she gave a few more instructions.

If she were in Anzhen, with Cheng Jin around, she wouldn't need to say so much.

The instructions were clear and unambiguous, and none of the medical staff present dared to hesitate for a moment; they all acted swiftly.

They carefully lifted Aunt Lan onto the hospital bed and wheeled her out of the operating room.

Outside the operating room, everyone waited anxiously.

As soon as the operating room doors opened, Shen Jingshan was the first to rush over.

She rushed to the bedside. On the bed, Aunt Lan was pale, but her breathing was steady; she was alive.

Shen Jingshan's hands trembled, and he abruptly turned to look at Fu Hua.

His lips trembled, his eyes were red, and a surge of gratitude and excitement choked him, leaving him unable to utter a single word.

He could only stare intently at her, his eyes filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.

Fu Hua looked at him, her voice visibly tired: "Mr. Shen, don't worry, the patient's surgery was very successful. As long as he rests well afterward and strictly follows the doctor's instructions, there won't be any problems, and he will recover quickly."

Shen Jingshan could no longer hold back, stepped forward, and tightly grasped Fu Hua's hand.

His hands were burning hot, his face was flushed, and he was trembling with excitement.

After a long pause, he managed to utter, "Dr. Fu, I can't thank you enough. You saved my wife's life. I, Shen Jingshan, will remember your kindness for the rest of my life!"

Surrounding them were military region leaders, members of the Lu family, and health bureau officials.

They all breathed a long sigh of relief, their faces showing a look of relief, and the tense atmosphere instantly eased.

Smiles appeared on everyone's faces.

Besides standing at the back with Instructor Shi and Shi Zhong,

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with confusion and shock.

They're insiders; for a surgery of this caliber to be successful...

This is not a race against death at all.

This is like snatching someone from the jaws of death!

Fu Hua is not only skilled in scientific research, but also in surgery.

Such people are their opponents.

The two of them belatedly realized that a chill ran down their spines.

Suddenly I felt a little regretful.

Especially Dean Li from Fuwai Hospital.

I was terrified when I learned that the patient had suffered massive bleeding during surgery and was in critical condition.

Who is Aunt Lan? If something happens to her in Fuwai District,

His position as dean was completely ruined, and his political career was directly ended.

The surgery was successful. He felt like he had just escaped death and been pulled back to life; his eyes instantly lit up.

But the thought that the person who pulled him back was Fu Hua, whom he had offended, made him furious.

Why was he so blinded by greed to insist on cooperating with Kang Hua?

Well, in the end, they still managed to get it registered under Fu Hua's name.

How can I face people after this?

Aunt Lan was taken away by the nurse, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Shen Jingshan also prepared to go with her.

Suddenly, Shen Yichen swayed and fell straight to the ground!

"Yichen!"

"Xiao Chen!"

Shen Jingshan turned around, terrified, and cried out in alarm.

Shen Yichen collapsed to the ground, his face ashen, his lips purple, his hands clutching his chest.

His brows were furrowed, and his whole body was convulsing.

His breathing was rapid, as if he couldn't catch his breath; his chest heaved violently, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

He curled up into a ball, his consciousness began to blur, it was an acute attack of coronary heart disease.

Standing next to him was the attending physician who had assisted in the surgery.

He reacted extremely quickly, immediately crouching down and reaching out to check Shen Yichen's carotid artery.

He lifted his eyelids again to look at his pupils, pressed his fingers against his chest, and his face instantly turned pale.

She looked up abruptly, her voice trembling with panic: "Oh no, it's an acute coronary heart disease attack!"

He knew in his heart that this disease was extremely dangerous and could flare up very quickly.

If a person collapses and suffers an attack, the severity of their condition can be determined within one minute.

When there is no attack, routine electrocardiogram and blood tests have a nearly 90% chance of not detecting anything.

This is a highly insidious acute illness; even a moment's delay could endanger your life.

The attending physician immediately turned his head, looking at Fu Hua with anxious eyes.

His voice was imploring: "Comrade Fu, please, save this child!"

For this type of severe coronary artery blockage, Fuwai Hospital can only perform open-heart bypass surgery.

The surgery is possible, but it carries extremely high risks and a slow recovery.

The patient is very young, and the open-chest trauma is too great, which can easily lead to postoperative infection and vascular re-blockage!

With his medical skills, he only has a 30% chance of success.

If it were Fu Hua, there would definitely be a better way to minimize the risks of the surgery.

Lu Tingxiao suddenly remembered that Fu Hua had mentioned at the police station that something was wrong with the child.

Ignoring the others' attempts to help him, Shen Jingshan lunged forward to kneel before Fu Hua, but Fu Hua stopped him in time.

Tears streamed down his face, and his voice choked with emotion: "Dr. Fu, you warned me before that Yichen was acting strangely, but I didn't take it seriously!"

"Please, I beg you, you must save my grandson! His parents died for their country, and he's the only son left in our Shen family. Please save him!"

Lu Tingxiao immediately stepped forward and stood beside Fu Hua.

Her eyes were firm: "Fu Hua, I trust you. Whatever you need me to do, I'll do it right away!"

On the side, military leaders and health bureau officials all looked on with solemn expressions, filled with worry.

Shi Zhong and his mentor stood at the back of the crowd, staring blankly at Fu Hua.

The two men had complex expressions; Instructor Shi's eyes were sinister, and his mind was in turmoil.

I just can't believe that Fu Hua could do something like this.

It is effortless to win the trust of the top leader.

This is something they couldn't achieve even after trying their best.

Without hesitation, Fu Hua quickly knelt down next to Shen Yichen and placed her hand on his wrist to take his pulse.

The moment my fingertips touched it, I could feel the pulse was disordered and weak.

The coronary artery is severely blocked, and there is a risk of myocardial infarction and shock at any time.

Ignoring the onlookers, she took out the spiritual spring water from her pocket.

Take out a sterile cotton swab, dip it in the spiritual spring water, and carefully feed it into Shen Yichen's mouth.

The spiritual spring water slid down his throat, and after a short while, Shen Yichen's rapid breathing calmed down slightly.

His face was no longer that deathly pale color.

Fu Hua stood up, her eyes calm and her tone indifferent: "I can save him, but let me make this clear first, I will not perform open-heart bypass surgery."