Wen Qiao shrugged indifferently: "I won't take it to heart."
If she had such a fragile heart, I don't know how many blows she must have suffered.
He helped her apply the medicine and blew gently. They were close, and the window was open a crack. The spring breeze carried the scent of flower petals and grass, and the air was throbbing.
Wen Qiao naturally has a girlish heart.
Her girlish heart only blooms in front of Fu Nanli.
"Does it still hurt?" As he spoke, his breath fell on his cheek, which was a little itchy. His heart trembled slightly, and Wen Qiao said with a nasal tone, "It's okay."
Fu Nanli took out his cell phone and made a call: "Doctor Lin, come up and check on Qiao Er to see if there is anything broken in the skin."
"Master, please wait a moment. I'll go up after I'm done with Miss Qiu."
"ASAP."
Doctor Lin's hands moved faster, and Fu Huaiyong was unhappy: "Are you in a hurry?"
Doctor Lin's forehead was covered with cold sweat. It was not easy to be a sandwich panel. The old man and the grandson were angry with each other. As a family doctor, he was in a very difficult situation.
"No... no rush."
"Look slowly and carefully."
“Okay…Okay.”
After about forty minutes, Doctor Lin finally went upstairs. He saw the gloomy face of the young master and said quickly, "I'm sorry, Miss Qiu Ya was delayed for a while. I will examine Miss Wen now."
Fu Nanli sat lazily with his long legs crossed. Doctor Lin took a small flashlight and shone it on the place where Wen Qiao was stung by the bee, then put the flashlight away: "Master, the place where Miss Wen was stung has no broken stings. Don't worry, the swelling will go down soon after applying the medicine for two days."
Fu Nanli nodded: "Got it, you can go out now."
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After Su Ce returned to China, all his staff at the Pentagram Research Base followed him back to China. Now in Haicheng, they have re-established their own research base.
But Wen Qiao didn't know that his uncle was a frequent contributor to The Lancet and a top figure in the World Medical Organization. They called him Professor S, and only people at the research base called him Professor Su.
He went to the experimental base, and his chief researcher Lao Fang welcomed him to the laboratory.
Although he is called Lao Fang, he is actually a man in his twenties, who graduated from the medical department of a top university. Now he works for a man with only an elementary school education, and he admires this elementary school student very much.
"Professor, you are here."
"How's the experiment going?"
"It went smoothly. The gene sequence has been broken up and reassembled. Take a look at the DNA sequence I reconstructed."
Before Su Ce entered the laboratory, his assistant put on a white coat and rubber gloves and goggles for him.
He walked to the medical microscope and observed Lao Fang's results, frowning slightly. "Are you sure that the hemolysis will be successful this time?"
Lao Fang's expression was serious: "If you have time, can you stay in the lab longer to check things out? I'm afraid I'll fail again."
Su Ce lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "Didn't I always have it the last few times? Didn't I still fail?"
"Are you calm?"
Su Ce's assistant Aisha smiled and said, "If you care too much, you will be confused. Mentality is something that can't be controlled by just talking about it. It's hard to control yourself."
Su Ce sighed in his heart. Aisha was right. Every time he failed it was because he was too eager for success. He wanted to get Aqiao rid of that damn disease as soon as possible, but he couldn't get what he wanted every time.
Seeing that his boss was a little depressed, Lao Fang patted his shoulder and said, "Professor, don't worry, we will definitely be able to overcome the difficulties and successfully research a blood that is suitable for Wen Qiao."
(End of this chapter)