But this idea is so ridiculous, Fu Qingji thought of this possibility, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Fu Ting raised his eyes to look at him, his delicate eyebrows were indifferent, and he said in a calm tone, "I'll send the antibacterial suit." ”

Fu Qingji's back relaxed, and his face was like a crown of jade, showing a somewhat strange coldness, "You don't know the Chinese medicine doctor who is going to operate on me, right?" ”

Fu Ting said expressionlessly, "Why did you tell you." ”

Fu Qingji, "......"

His face turned cold, and he pursed his lips and said coldly, "Fu Ting, I know that a lot of unpleasantness has happened between us, but that Chinese medicine doctor is very important to me, if you know anything, I hope you can tell me." ”

Fu listened to the angry man and said, "I won't tell you." ”

Fu Qingji, "......"

He thought to himself, putting aside his preconception that Fu Ting was Fu Pei's daughter.

This girl is cute, but not cute at all.

He didn't want to admit that she was his niece.

*

Fu Qingji still hasn't been able to see the Chinese medicine doctor who operated on him.

After he was pushed into the operating room, Ning Hai gave him a pill, and the whole person instantly fell asleep.

Fu Qingji closed his eyes, very tired and sleepy, but he was reluctant to sleep like this.

He knew that this was Ning Hai's intention, and he didn't want him to see the Chinese medicine doctor.

But he barely held on to his consciousness and felt that someone had come into the operating room.

He heard Doctor Ning Hai ask, "Can you start?" ”

A voice that was obviously not in its own voice sounded, "It's okay." ”

Fu Qingji felt someone pressing lightly on his leg, his eyes couldn't open, his Adam's apple rolled, and he said slowly, "Is it you?" ”

Fu Ting pressed his throat and spoke, "It's me." ”

Fu Qingji said, "Thank you, thank you for giving me light in the dark world again." ”

He thought that in his past days, there was no hope.

He was like a walking corpse, and his pride and self-esteem were all smoothed out.

He has no light.

But now there is.

He was grateful to this person he didn't know, but was willing to save him.

Fu Ting was silent for a few seconds, and said without emotion, "Not everyone has their own light, but you should live as your own sun." ”

Fu Qingji's heart seemed to have been hit hard by a blunt object, cracking his dusty heart.

He used to complain about the heavens and people, blaming the people around him for his tragedy, unwilling to face the darkness, always delusional that someone could save him.

It's really tiring to live like that.

Perhaps, he should really cheer up.

At the very least, not to live up to the expectations of the benefactor.

*

Surgery begins.

Fu Ting is the first time to do this kind of acupuncture to repair nerves, and the process is not so easy.

The reason why acupuncture is difficult is that it highly examines the acumen of Chinese medicine.

Especially for someone like Fu Ting, who has hundreds of stitches as soon as he comes, it takes more energy, even if it is an error of one centimeter.

And Fu Qingji's leg disease is very tricky, it's not just to stick the needle into it, and you need to continue to insert the needle in the process to stimulate the acupuncture points to draw out the blood inside.

This is not only a painstaking operation, but also a quick exhaustion.

A full five hours passed, and Ning Hai assisted Fu Ting to finish.

Ning Hai was not affected, Fu Ting was almost prostration, his body was wet with sweat, and his face was very pale, as if he was about to fall down when the wind blew.