Chen Ran's eyes were about to fall, and he was amazed, "Wow, Miss Fu, you are too powerful, I learned acupuncture point diagram for half a year." ”

Don't look at everything on the acupuncture point map, but when you really stick the needle, the fingers will move uncontrollably, resulting in deviation from the needle.

Therefore, if you want to learn acupuncture, you need to accumulate training over time to make your fingers more flexible, which is an operation that is more difficult than knowing acupuncture point diagrams.

It only took half an hour for Fu Ting to learn to play the needle with 0 deviations, which is enough to see that Fu Ting is not only smart, but also very accurate in action.

After Ning Hai was shocked, he couldn't help but be completely convinced, and clapped his hands with a smile, "Sure enough, I underestimated you, your brain is really a national treasure." ”

He knows that there are indeed geniuses in this world, and this part of the special people is what God appreciates and eats, and ordinary people can't compare.

But Fu listened to this kind of perverted level, that is, God chased after him to feed.

Ning Hai was a little jealous.

Fu Ting blinked his eyes and said softly, "I still need a week to familiarize myself with the neuropathology of Fu Qingji's leg disease." ”

It is useless to just prick the needle, and you have to know where the patient's illness is, no matter how smart Fu Ting, he needs to study and practice to ensure that there are no problems.

Ning Hai nodded, "This is natural, I will send you the report of Fu Qingji's nerve necrosis now, and how to remove the congestion through the needle." ”

After Fu Ting got the information, Ning Hai suddenly said again, "Listen to the girl, you are so smart, it's a pity not to study medicine, I am about to retire, and no one inherits my pharmacological knowledge, are you interested in becoming the heir of this medical research institute?" ”

Fu Ting was stunned for a moment, and looked at Ning Hai in silence.

Ning Hai said in a gentle voice, "Your talent is unique, if I report to it, the country will definitely use all resources to train you to protect you, now there are very few people who study Chinese medicine, everyone pursues Western medicine, I just hope that there can be more excellent Chinese medicine doctors like you in this world, and you can save many people with a random study." ”

Fu Ting's talent is easy to learn anything.

Traditional Chinese medicine is a very complex medicine, and Fu Ting doesn't want to get in touch with it and finds it troublesome.

But she made a ghost think of the picture of Fu Pei's death in her previous life.

At that time, my father was terminally ill, and he was tormented by the disease, and Western medicine was helpless, and the decline of Chinese medicine was even more helpless, and there was no way to seek help until he fell into darkness.

Fu Ting didn't want that tragedy to happen again, maybe learn some pharmacology, so he didn't have to worry about Fu Pei's physical problems.

"Yes." Fu Ting nodded and said gently, "But I don't have much time, so I can't stay in the research institute all the time, so I can only follow my own schedule." ”

Ning Hai Yile, "It's no problem, I will report your situation to the country truthfully, and you can come to the scientific research institute if you want, and you can see the pharmacological knowledge here." ”

*

Fu Ting received a call from Fu Pei for the first time.

The moment the phone was connected, Fu Pei's breathing was a little heavy, and it passed into Fu Ting's ears through the earpiece.

Father and daughter were silent with each other.

In the next second, Fu Pei spoke, "Fu listen." ”

Fu Ting hummed softly.

The future father will hardly take the initiative to contact his daughter, which will seem a little cramped, and he will say in a low voice, "Let's have a meal together." ”

Fu listened slightly, and after a few seconds, he hummed in a low voice, reported her address, and Fu Pei came to pick her up.

While waiting, Fu Ting kept his head down and fell into some kind of thought.

Fu Ting, who was in her previous life, had never eaten with Fu Pei, and the scene she remembered most was her 6th birthday.

Fu Pei called her a month in advance and asked her in a good mood, "Child, what birthday gift do you want?" ”

Fu Ting's milk voice said angrily, "I want my father to take the time to have a meal with me." ”

Fu Pei agreed, but on his birthday, Fu Pei couldn't come over because he received a temporary notice.

Fu Ting couldn't remember the details clearly, but she remembered that night, she waited on the sofa all night.

Twenty minutes later, Fu Pei drove over to pick up Fu and listened.

The young man in a suit and leather shoes, young but handsome, he personally got out of the car and opened the car door for Fu Ting, and a pair of black eyes precipitated with the vicissitudes of time were particularly tasteful.

Fu Ting got into the car, Fu Pei's distinct fingers held the steering wheel and started the car.

The two of them didn't speak all the way, and the carriage was quiet.

Fu Pei looked ahead, seemingly calm, but he glanced over from time to time.

And Fu Ting would tilt his head to look at him several times when he didn't look at him.

The two of them acted tacitly, even if there was no verbal communication, but they understood each other in their hearts.

*

Half an hour later, the car stopped at a night market.

It's already dark, and this night market is bright and lively.

Fu Pei put on sunglasses and a mask, and also gave Fu Ting a mask.

The father and daughter entered the night market one after the other, and Fu Pei took Fu Ting to a small stall and sat in an inconspicuous corner.

"What do you want to eat?" He asked.

Fu Ting was stunned, as if he didn't expect Fu Pei to bring her to eat this.

The girl frowned, and said seriously, "I don't eat it, it's not very hygienic." ”

Fu Pei pursed his lips, and his jawline tightened, "

Didn't you like to eat before? ”

Fu Ting asked rhetorically, "But didn't you let it?" ”

In the future, Fu Pei is extremely strict and has obsessive-compulsive disorder, he never allows Fu Ting to eat these things that are made of gutter oil for him.

If Fu Ting dared to eat secretly, then he would deliberately not go home to see her for a long time as punishment.

Thinking of the past, Fu Pei lowered his head, his dark eyes stared at the girl's face through his sunglasses, and his pupils shrank slightly, like a deep sea.

Thinking about it like this, he seems to have never done anything to make his daughter happy.

The young man bowed his head, his Adam's apple rolling, "It's all here, then you can eat with me." ”

Fu Ting nodded.

While eating, Fu Pei took off his mask, and a hardcore fan next door recognized Fu Pei and was pleasantly surprised, "It's Dad Fu!" ”

Fu Pei is now on fire, and as soon as the three words of Father Fu came out, everyone looked at it.

Not good.

Fu Pei put on a mask and took Fu Ting's hand, "Run." ”

The two turned around and ran, ran for a long time, and came to a quiet bridge before they could get rid of those fans.

Fu Pei has good physical strength, and he hasn't messed up after running for so long.

Fu Ting was relatively weak, his hands were on his hips, panting slightly, and his face was covered with sweat.