The most nervous person was Qiu Ya, who was holding on to the door frame and refused to leave. Wen Qiao had made a big move this time, and even Fu Nanli could hardly protect her.
But what Mr. Fu said surprised her.
"It seems that it is true... My headache is gone."
Fu Nanli breathed a sigh of relief, put his arm around Wen Qiao's shoulders, and kissed the top of her head: "Thank you for your hard work."
Qiu Ya was stunned and came forward: "Grandpa Fu, is your headache really gone?"
Fu Huaiyong pressed his temples and gently turned his neck: "Indeed, my head is not heavy anymore, and I feel very relaxed."
Qiu Ya looked at Wen Qiao and said, "How can there be such a quick cure? Will there be any dangerous side effects if you do this?"
Wen Qiao glanced at her indifferently: "Why don't you come?"
Qiu Ya was at a loss for words: "What's your attitude? Do I need to know how to refrigerate a refrigerator before I can say it's inoperable? You're a doctor now, so I can't even raise a question?"
Fu Nanli's eyes flashed with sinister intent: "Ms. Qiu, what position do you have to question it? I don't question it, what qualifications do you have to question it?"
Qiu Ya looked at Mr. Fu with a wronged look on her face.
Mr. Fu's symptoms were relieved, and he, as the person involved, had the most direct feeling, so he said: "Okay, Xiaoya, don't doubt Wen Qiao anymore. She does have some attainments in acupuncture."
Qiu Ya's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.
I could only force a smile and said, "I'm sorry, Grandpa Fu, I'm just too worried. I'm afraid something might happen to Wen Qiao. After all, this concerns your health."
Wen Qiao had already put away the needle bag and glanced at Qiu Ya. She really let him say everything.
Fu Nanli grabbed Wen Qiao's hand and said, "I'll take you to wash your hands."
After saying that, he put his arm around Wen Qiao's waist and went to the bathroom.
From time to time there was a sound—
"I can do it myself..."
"Don't move, squeeze some hand sanitizer."
Qiu Ya's face turned pale. It was obvious that it was Fu Nanli who was helping her wash her hands. Fu Nanli actually did it himself to such an extent.
I have to say, Wen Qiao is really good at controlling men.
In the bathroom, Fu Nanli rubbed the hand soap lightly with his bony fingers, forming bubbles. He hugged her from behind, and then carefully and gently washed each of her fingers.
The sun was shining brightly outside. The person in the mirror's profile was bathed in the sunlight diluted by the curtains, and there was a thin layer of sweat on the tip of his straight nose.
There seemed to be a faint smell of milk on the body, which rushed straight to the nose.
"Done yet?"
Wen Qiao gently pushed his abdomen with his elbow.
"You have to wash your hands carefully. Didn't your textbook mention this when you were taking the medical license exam?"
Wen Qiao looked at the serious-looking man in the mirror and gently stepped on his foot: "I didn't talk about that."
"Don't move."
Her hands were white and smooth, with beautifully shaped fingers, as white as onion roots, and soft and boneless when held in her hands.
Even though she never takes care of her skin and seldom uses hand cream, her hand creams feel so soft and addictive.
When two people wash their hands, they can wash them so thoroughly that people outside will feel impatient waiting.
Fu Huaiyong coughed lightly, but it was impossible for him to ask anyone to check whether the two people had finished washing.
Four or five people in the room were waiting for them awkwardly.
When has Fu Nanli ever cared about other people's feelings, including his grandfather's feelings, he never took it to heart.
After a while, he slowly came out of the bathroom, dragging Wen Qiao's hand.
Wen Qiao calmly and rationally told Mr. Fu: "I will make a new recipe and ask the chef in your mansion to cook according to my recipe. I will come over to give you acupuncture in another week. What do you think?"
(End of this chapter)