The acupuncture took a long time because the Baihui point is on the head and cannot be taken lightly. The old man has always disliked the air conditioning temperature being too low, and sweat kept sliding down Wen Qiao's forehead.
Fu Nanli stood by with a towel in his hand, just like the nurse in the operating room who wiped the sweat off the attending doctor's forehead from time to time.
Finally, the last silver needle was inserted, and Wen Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.
all the best.
Qiu Ya downstairs was in great agony. She even secretly hoped that something went wrong with the old man, so that Wen Qiao would be in big trouble.
She listened carefully to every move upstairs, and whenever there was a sound, she excitedly said to the servant, "Let me go up and take a look."
Qin Bei said coldly: "Miss Wen is upstairs, you are not a doctor, it is useless for you to go up there."
After half an hour, Qiu Ya suddenly heard a voice from above: "Oh, this... what's going on?"
A panicked voice came.
Qiu Ya took advantage of Qin Bei's inattention, pushed him away, and rushed upstairs.
Serves you right. Wen Qiao is in trouble, isn’t he
Unable to contain her joy, she rushed directly to Grandpa Fu's room. Seeing Uncle Li trembling with fear, Fu Nanli's serious expression, and the panic in the old man's eyes, she concealed her expression and asked with concern, "Grandpa Fu, are you okay?"
Wen Qiao held the old man's hand: "Don't move."
Qiu Ya saw the blood oozing from the old man's forehead and screamed in fear: "What...what's going on?"
After saying that, he wanted to step forward and grab Wen Qiao's arm, but was stopped by Fu Nanli.
Qiu Ya gritted her teeth and said, "Wen Qiao, if your medical skills are not up to this level, then don't try to force yourself. Are you using Grandpa Fu as your test subject? Look at what you have done."
Wen Qiao said coldly: "Qin Bei, take her out."
Qiu Ya pushed Qin Bei away and said, "Fu Nanli, are you crazy? Are you just going to watch Wen Qiao treat your grandfather like this? Grandpa Fu, tell her to stop. If she continues like this, something bad will happen."
Wen Qiao said coldly: "Qin Bei... If you can't let her go out, tell her to shut up."
Qiu Ya was dragged to the door by Qin Bei and her mouth was covered.
Mr. Fu tried to struggle to sit up, but Wen Qiao held his shoulders and said, "Don't move."
Mr. Fu was actually intimidated by her aura.
Wen Qiao looked at the watch on his wrist, and when the second hand pointed to twelve, his slender fingers immediately stretched out to the Baihui acupoint, pulled out the silver needles, and then pulled them out one by one. Finally, he raised his hand, and Fu Nanli seemed to understand and handed him a clean handkerchief.
Wen Qiao slowly wiped the blood from the old man's temples.
Fu Huaiyong then sat up, his expression cold and somewhat exasperated: "Is there something wrong?"
Wen Qiao put the silver needle into the needle bag and glanced at him: "If there is a problem, can you still speak?"
Fu Huaiyong turned to look at Fu Nanli: "Are you just going to watch your grandfather bleed?"
Fu Nanli: "I believe she knows her limits."
"What's the point?"
Wen Qiao wiped his hands with a disinfectant tissue: "So, Grandpa Fu, how do you feel now?"
Fu Huaiyong was so worried just now that he realized...his headache didn't hurt as much anymore.
I felt a heavy head downstairs just now, but now my whole body feels relaxed, clear-headed and comfortable.
It's been a long time since I felt this way.
Fu Nanli was a little nervous: "Grandpa, what do you think?"
(End of this chapter)