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

"You said it, whatever you say, as long as we can do it, we will definitely satisfy you."

Fu Hua looked up: "From now on, I have limited time and energy, and I may not be able to personally handle everything."

The subsequent delivery of the treatment plan, the allocation of medicinal materials, and the feedback on the patient's condition will all be handled by the person I designate.

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The National Cardiac Medical Academic Summit, held every four years, is scheduled to be held early the day after tomorrow.

This conference brought together top experts from across the country, leaders of research institutes, and high-ranking officials from the health system.

The military medical officer, as well as Shen Jingshan and his colleagues, will all be present.

It can be described as the most prestigious event in the medical field.

A single word or statement can directly determine a doctor's future and fate.

As night fell, Kang Hua's office was brightly lit, but the atmosphere was gloomy and tense.

Professor Shi sat on the sofa, his face grim.

His fingertips tapped lightly on the table, his eyes full of calculation.

Shi Zhong sat opposite him, leaning slightly forward, his face full of urgency, waiting for his cousin to finalize the plan.

"Tomorrow is the summit. This is our last chance to bring down Fu Hua. If we don't act now, she will control the entire medical field, and then Kanghua will have no chance left!"

Shi Zhong's tone was full of anxiety.

The few heart valves they stole had long been used up.

The inferior, counterfeit valves are too dangerous to use in public; the medical malpractice that was previously concealed could be exposed at any moment.

Now, it's best to strike first and ruin Fu Hua's reputation, then take the opportunity to obtain complete data.

Instructor Shi raised his eyes, his gaze icy, and slowly said, "What's the panic? I've already planned this."

"What plan? Tell me quickly."

"Come here."

Instructor Shi beckoned, and Shi Chong rushed over like a lackey.

At the same time, at Fu Hua's residence.

Cheng Jin rushed over, her expression grave.

She has worked in cardiology for so many years, and previously also worked at the Cardiology Research Institute.

I've attended two of these summits, so I know the ins and outs of it very well.

This is no ordinary small meeting; top cardiology experts and senior professors from across the country, as well as high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Health and research institutes, will all be attending.

Each of them is a titan in their industry, and their words carry immense weight.

During the meeting, every word and action must be taken with extreme care; there can be no room for carelessness.

This summit will directly influence the opinions of industry professionals, and will have a direct impact on your future research, surgeries, and collaborations within the industry.

Even though Fu Hua has made top-notch achievements such as heart valves and coronary balloons, we cannot be complacent.

The enemy is in the dark, while we are in the light.

Cheng Jin said earnestly, "You have a calm and steady temperament, so I'm not worried about anything else. But I just want to remind you that these veteran experts and professors don't just look at medical skills and research achievements."

"What I value most is character, morality, and whether someone is reliable and honest in their work. However, with your research achievements, these are not the most important factors."

"If someone is deliberately smearing you, we must explain."

Fu Hua nodded: "Don't worry, I'm prepared."

Cheng Jin looked grave and couldn't shake off his unease: "In short, tomorrow we should proceed from reality, talk less and do more, behave appropriately, and avoid giving others any ammunition against us. That's enough."

"Yes, I know what I'm doing."

"In fact, the main purpose of the summit is to recognize top achievements, promote emerging talents, and exchange cutting-edge technologies."

Our clinical trial was a success, and you'll definitely be the highlight of the summit, deserving a grand introduction. I'm just worrying unnecessarily.

Cheng Jin smiled and asked, "Have you prepared your clothes? What are you going to wear tomorrow? Have you written your speech yet?"

"Everything is ready, don't worry."

Fu Hua coughed lightly a few times.

Cheng Jin frowned and handed her some warm water: "What's wrong? Is your throat sore?"

Fu Hua shook her head, her voice a little hoarse: "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired."

Cheng Jin: "You haven't been feeling too well lately. Fortunately, the projects have all come to an end, and with the summit over, you can finally get some rest."

"Yes, I will."

Fu Hua gave a wry smile. Her condition probably wouldn't recover in just one or two months.

Time also allowed her to pause.

The next morning, in Beijing's largest academic lecture hall,

A large crowd gathered as the quadrennial National Cardiac Medical Academic Summit officially commenced.

Fu Hua did not participate in the last summit because she was still conducting clinical trials on heart valves.

The venue was decorated in a solemn and grand manner, with neatly arranged nameplates on the stage, and every seat was taken.

Everywhere you look, there are industry professionals dressed in suits and wearing glasses.

They spoke in deliberately low voices, creating a solemn and tense atmosphere.

Even the air was thick with seriousness; after all, these were all big names in the medical field, and no one dared to joke around here.

Before long, bigwigs from all walks of life arrived one after another.

Cheng Jin accompanied Fu Hua to the venue early in the morning; she knew the place well.

He would nod and greet acquaintances from time to time.

Even before Cheng Jin could introduce her, the other party would proactively shake hands with Fu Hua.

Those attending the meeting were all industry professionals. Fu Hua's two research achievements were both related to the heart, and they were broadcast in newspapers and on television every day, so it was hard not to know about them.

Shen Jingshan also arrived, dressed in a well-fitting Zhongshan suit, exuding a calm and composed aura.

Accompanied by an assistant, she was greeted by many people as soon as she entered the venue.

He walked straight up to Fu Hua, smiling warmly: "Dr. Fu, you're here quite early."

Fu Hua replied politely, "Of course, how are Aunt Lan and Yi Chen?"

"Great, absolutely wonderful."

Old Shen laughed heartily: "They were able to go shopping today, and Yichen came along too. We're planning to go back the day after tomorrow. Before we leave, they want to see you one last time. Is tomorrow convenient? I'd like to invite you to dinner."

Fu Hua initially wanted to decline, but Mr. Shen insisted, so she agreed.

Just in time, she also gave a few instructions regarding the follow-up examination.

Mr. Shen went to sit down in his reserved seat in the front row and started chatting with another elderly man in military uniform.

Former leaders of the Cardiac Research Institute, Director Sun who had previously reviewed Fu Hua's heart valves, and several key leaders from the Health Bureau all arrived one after another.

When Director Sun saw Fu Hua, he greeted her with a smile: "The younger generation surpasses the older generation, Comrade Fu, well done! I didn't expect that after the heart valve, you would have such a great scientific research achievement."

Fu Hua smiled and exchanged a few polite words.

Director Sun, with the demeanor of an elder and a kind smile, asked, "You're the focus of today's summit. Are you nervous?"

"fine."

Fu Hua smiled.

Director Sun laughed heartily: "I'm all ears. I'll be summarizing your research process later."

Director Sun smiled and walked away, exchanging a few pleasantries with the others before they all took their seats.

The moment these people sat down, the entire venue felt incredibly important.

They are all industry leaders and managers who have the final say.

The hall gradually filled up, and the murmurs slowly subsided.

The host took the stage for a brief opening, and the entire audience fell silent instantly.

Shi Zhong and his mentor arrived at the last minute.

Professor Shi, dressed in a suit, appeared as a representative of the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

Head held high, chest puffed out, a smug smile on his face, he nodded to those he knew.

Shi Chong followed beside him, dressed in a dark suit, looking smug.

They exchanged pleasantries with others from time to time, displaying an air of arrogance that they couldn't hide.

They showed none of the timidity or cowardice one would expect from a thief.

Fu Hua and Cheng Jin sat in the opposite direction.

Instructor Shi and Shi Zhong looked over at the same time, smiling and nodding.

Fu Hua looked at the stage with a blank expression.

Shi Zhong looked furious, but only calmed down after his mentor gave him a look.

People around him kept glancing at him.

After all, the medical community has been buzzing about her lately.

At such a young age, he performed an amazing surgery, and everyone wanted to see what this young doctor looked like.

Looking back now, it seems like he was a bit arrogant.

When people smile at her, she immediately gives them a cold shoulder.

Indeed, geniuses are often ruthless and lack empathy.