Fu Nanli whispered to Wen Qiao about Zhou Jin's situation, and Wen Qiao understood: "It's okay, take your time."
Fu Nanli's face suddenly froze. He held Wen Qiao's hand and said, "Since my blood can relieve your symptoms, can I give you my blood directly..."
Wen Qiao immediately denied it: "It's useless. Your blood is useless to me."
She answered too hastily, her eyes even flickering.
Fu Nanli then realized that this method was feasible.
But seeing how flustered she is, maybe... she can only save one.
He reached out and took her in. "We don't need to do that unless it's absolutely necessary. Zhou Jin is researching it, and you said your uncle is also researching it. I will do my best to find a way to save you."
Wen Qiao shook his hand: "Yeah."
Number Three just looked at them.
Wen Qiao stayed in Fu Nanli's arms for a while, and then came to his senses: "I have to see how No. 3 reacts."
Fu Nanli: …
One day, he would dismantle this damn robot.
Therefore, Mr. Fu could only sit on the sofa beside him seemingly calmly, watching his girlfriend's fingers fall on the robot's wrist as she took its pulse.
Even just the gentle touch of someone's skin can make him feel hot inside.
Wen Qiao closed his eyes slightly, feeling his pulse, and finally released his hand: "The situation has improved a lot, the blood pressure is slowly decreasing, and the cerebral infarction has also improved."
Fu Nanli comforted himself that although the robot looked about the same age as him, he had rheumatism, cerebral infarction, high blood pressure, and a variety of other difficult and complicated diseases.
Therefore, he has no need to envy, let alone be jealous of a patient.
Number Three: …
Master, there is no need to set up so many diseases for me.
Half an hour later, Wen Qiao put away all the needles in No. 3's abdomen and turned to look at Fu Nanli: "Or, you can tell your grandfather and see if he is willing for me to take a look at him."
Fu Nanli: "Okay, I'll talk to him."
Wen Qiao sterilized the silver needles and put them into the needle bag. He lowered his eyes and asked, "Will the old man look disgusted?"
Fu Nanli rubbed her head and said, "Then he will miss out on a famous doctor."
Wen Qiao: "What kind of famous doctor am I?"
"Grandma's rheumatism has improved greatly because of your treatment. This is obvious to all."
So, Fu Nanli returned to the Fu family mansion and told the old man about this. Fu Huaiyong was stunned for a moment, then snorted: "That girl doesn't even have a medical license."
"She took the test and already got it."
She always works hard silently.
Fu Huaiyong choked, "You didn't pay her to live like that, did you?"
Is it that easy to get a medical license
Fu Nanli's face darkened: "Grandpa, what do you mean by this?"
"How long has she been studying acupuncture? Is it that easy to get a medical license?"
"Grandpa, don't you know how high her IQ is? That girl can read ten lines at a glance and has a photographic memory. It's just an exam, and she didn't even prepare seriously, and she passed it directly."
Fu Huaiyong chuckled: "When it comes to praising that girl, you always spare no effort."
Fu Nanli took a sip of coffee and said, "Seeing that you are so picky about her, I guess grandpa doesn't want her to give you acupuncture. I'm sorry for saying that."
After saying that, he stood up and went upstairs.
The old man wanted to say something but stopped himself, saying one thing and thinking another, but he couldn't save face and couldn't stop his grandson.
(End of this chapter)