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

Fu Hua took a sip, and her brows furrowed instantly.

She drinks spiritual spring water every day; ordinary water is hard to swallow.

Fu Hua put down her water glass, reached into her pocket, pulled out a small bottle, unscrewed the cap, and drank most of it in one gulp.

The physical fatigue was immediately relieved slightly.

She put down the bottle and looked up at Lu Tingxiao.

"How are Aunt Lan and Yichen? Have they woken up yet? How are they recovering?"

Upon seeing this, Lu Tingxiao's expression relaxed considerably.

He adjusted his glasses and said slowly, "Aunt Lan's surgery was very successful. She's awake, conscious, and the doctor said her vital signs are very stable. She still needs to rest."

Shen Yichen recovered faster. What you're talking about, minimally invasive surgery, less trauma...

After he woke up, his chest pain was gone, and all his vital signs were normal. The doctor said that after two more days of observation, he would be able to get out of bed and move around; there was nothing wrong with him.

Actually, he can get out of bed now.

However, Fu Hua did not wake up, and the other doctors at Fuwai Hospital dared not take the risk.

Fu Hua nodded and took out a glass bottle filled with spiritual spring water from her bag.

He handed it to Lu Tingxiao: "Take this and give it to Aunt Lan and Yichen. Feed them a little bit several times a day. It's especially good for their post-operative recovery."

Lu Tingxiao took the bottle, looking at the crystal-clear liquid inside, which seemed exceptionally refreshing, and his heart was filled with curiosity.

Unable to resist pressing for an answer, she asked, "What exactly is this? I just saw you drinking it yourself."

Fu Hua paused for a moment, then gently tugged at the corner of her mouth: "Senior brother, I'm sorry, I can't say, and I don't want to lie to you."

Seeing her weak state, Lu Tingxiao didn't ask any more questions.

He nodded: "Okay, I won't ask. I trust you."

He paused, then added, "But what am I supposed to say to the other doctors if they ask later?"

"Just tell them it's from me and ask them to use it on the patient. No need to explain further, they'll agree."

Fu Hua said softly.

Lu Tingxiao nodded, picked up the water bottle, turned around, and walked out of the ward.

Fu Hua leaned against the headboard, feeling a little strength returning to her body. She reached out to take her own pulse.

The pulse appeared normal, but the patient still felt extremely tired and lacked energy.

It seems we must hurry and accelerate the progress of stem cell research.

She always had a strange feeling.

Time is running out for me.

……

Fu Hua's consecutive successful emergency treatment of aortic dissection and the first coronary balloon minimally invasive surgery in China have completely ignited the entire medical community.

Her name was featured on the front page of every major newspaper.

Television news outlets were reporting on her repeatedly, and medical research institutes, cardiology institutes, top-tier hospitals, and medical consumable manufacturers across the country were all discussing her intensely.

Its popularity remains undiminished, frequently topping the charts.

Whether they are industry experts or ordinary medical staff, everyone knows the name Fu Hua.

The newspapers sold out due to their high popularity.

Everyone on the streets was talking about this young medical genius.

Patients with acute or serious illnesses are trying to find out about Fu Hua through various channels.

Even just being able to make contact or meet once would be good.

Those who knew Fu Hua became highly sought-after among their relatives and friends.

Even Cai Xiaoyan's mother's side had people from her hometown come to inquire whether they had ever heard of Fu Hua.

Fu Hua became the most sought-after figure in the medical field.

.........

Military compound, Xie family,

Zhou Yun woke up early in the morning and saw the newspaper at the door; her heart immediately jumped.

Bend down and put it away, hiding it at the very bottom of the storage cabinet.

I checked the living room and study again to make sure all the magazines and newspapers I had read last night were put away before I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She specifically instructed the maid, "If you see any newspapers, put them away. Don't let Ah Ci see them!"

She knew her son's thoughts all too well. Even after losing both legs, he hardened his heart and forced Fu Hua to break up with him, just because he didn't want to be a burden to her.

Today, Fu Hua enjoys immense success and is famous throughout the country.

How heartbroken the son must be to see this.

Now, she tries her best not to mention even homophones of Fu Hua in front of him.

I won't make any osmanthus-flavored food or any food that might evoke memories of my son's past.

Zhou Yun felt sorry for Fu Hua, but even more sorry for her own son.

But she still couldn't defend herself.

Xie Ci, sitting in a wheelchair, was sunbathing in the living room when he remembered the binoculars a comrade had given him. He went to rummage through the storage cabinet.

Seeing a pile of newspapers and magazines, with Fu Hua's name prominently displayed on the front page,

There were also reports about her emergency treatment at the hospital.

He reached out and picked up the newspaper, his fingertips trembling slightly.

He read it carefully, word by word, his gaze lingering on Fu Hua's name for a long time.

Zhou Yun came out of the house and immediately saw the newspaper in Xie Ci's hand.

Her expression changed instantly, and she immediately turned to the maid, scolding her in a low voice, "Didn't I repeatedly tell you to put all these newspapers away? What happened to you! You let him see them!"

The maid stood there, terrified, at a loss for what to do, her head bowed, too afraid to speak.

Xie Ci put down the newspaper, raised his hand to stop Zhou Yun, and spoke calmly.

"Mom, it's not his fault, I found it myself."

He looked up at the window, his eyes gentle and deep.

His expression betrayed an undeniable pride and relief.

He said softly, "Fu Hua got to where she is today through her own abilities, which is a great thing."

"You don't need to do this. Seeing this only makes me happy that I haven't been a burden to her."

"I knew all along that she was very capable and ambitious, destined for greatness, and would one day shine brightly."

As he said this, a barely perceptible hint of melancholy flashed in his eyes.

Then she was enveloped in tenderness, her fingertips gently tracing Fu Hua's name on the newspaper.

Her tone was filled with restrained affection: "During my darkest and most unbearable days, she was always there for me, taking care of me, guiding me, and pulling me out of it step by step."

"Even if we don't end up together, I will remember this love in my heart for the rest of my life and be grateful to her forever."

"She deserves all the glory, she deserves everyone's admiration, she should be standing in the most dazzling place."

He offered his blessings in a calm tone.

But the hand gripping the wheelchair armrest tightened subtly, the knuckles turning white.

Deep in my heart, there is an overwhelming longing and regret that I cannot hide.

How he longed to be by her side right now, to watch her shine with her own eyes.

Instead of just watching her from afar through a newspaper.

"Son, my poor son."

Zhou Yun walked over and gently stroked Xie Ci's hair: "My poor child."

…………

In the Fu family's living room, Fu Chaochao clutched a newspaper with Fu Hua's photo on it, her fingers crumpling the edges of the newspaper.

His face turned pale and then red, and he was so jealous that he was going crazy.

Sensing someone approaching from behind, she immediately regained her composure.

This is a skill honed over three years in prison and four years abroad.

Su Yurou brought over a plate of sliced ​​fruit and placed it in front of her.

Her face was full of gentle smiles, and her eyes were full of doting affection for her daughter.

"Chaochao, since you've decided to stay longer, don't just stay cooped up at home all the time."

"Let's go out for a stroll this afternoon to relax. Should we go to the Summer Palace or soak in a hot spring?"