Fu Nanli leaned over and kissed her forehead, the softest kiss, as if he wanted to replace her pain.

Wen Qiao said again: "I seemed to see someone come in, I fell to the ground, grabbed his trouser leg, asked him to save me, the man ignored me, went out, I lost my eyes with sweat in pain, my vision was blurred, I didn't see who that person was, I used all my strength to get up, went out of the door, the rain was very heavy, I couldn't walk, and then I fell in the yard, I could hear the sound, but my body seemed to be trapped and couldn't move." ”

Fu Nanli squeezed her hand and comforted her carefully, "Then don't leave me for more than seven days after that." ”

Wen Qiao looked up at him, "Why did you suddenly come to the club to look for me?" ”

"I don't know, I just don't feel very steady, I asked your Uncle Ji, and he said that you were in the club, and I saw you lying in the rain when I arrived."

Wincho reached out and hugged his waist.

Could this be the legendary telepathy?

Wen Qiao looked at the rain and mist outside the window, and said in a low voice: "I don't know if our ancestors have done something bad, causing future generations to be sick in their genes, as if they are suffering retribution." ”

Fu Nanli's heart was a little blocked: "Don't talk nonsense." ”

Wen Qiao had a high fever at night, Li Fang came over to hang water for her, and the sleeves of the hospital gown were rolled up, Fu Nanli saw that there was a bruise on it, and remembered what she said about falling down from the stairs, and she was so distressed that she couldn't breathe.

In the middle of the night, the rain washed the Du Ying flowers in the yard, and the white stamens were shaking out a blurred shadow outside the lattice window, and Gu Xiao on the bed just looked at the rain outside the window with his eyes open.

His bed was by the window, and the sound of the rain seemed to fall on his ears, which should have been white noise, and it should be easy to sleep, but he heard a little irritation.

turned over several times, but still no sleep.

Finally, he turned over, pulled a thin blanket over his head, and stopped thinking about Wen Qiao.

In the hospital, at two o'clock in the morning, Wen Qiao's salt water was finally hung up, Li Fang personally came to pull out the needle, took away the empty salt water bag, Fu Nanli pressed the cotton ball on the back of her hand, and then reached out and touched her forehead, and brought a forehead thermometer, which was slightly better than before hanging the water.

Fu Nanli didn't sleep well that night.

Wen Qiao opened his eyes and saw that he was just sitting at the head of the bed, and pulled his hand: "Why don't you sleep for a while?" ”

Fu Nanli suddenly opened her eyes, the red blood under her eyes was clearly visible, and she held her hand back: "Awake?" ”

I took a forehead thermometer and measured her, the temperature went down, and there was a little low-grade fever.

A day later, Zhou Jin took 300cc of blood from Wen Qiao, checked her genetic sequence, and then said to Fu Nanli: "I will take these samples back to my laboratory, and I will do my best to do experiments." ”

"Are you sure you'll be cured?"

Zhou Jin looked solemn: "I hope I can find a solution, if I really can't find out, then think of a way, let's talk about it then." ”

At least for now, the scope is characterized as a genetic problem, which is a big breakthrough than before.

Wen Qiao was discharged from the hospital, and Fu Nanli wanted to take her back, but Wen Qiao said that she wanted to go to the club.

Her fever subsided, and she didn't look sick, so she asked Lao Hu to drive to the AF club according to her wishes.

When he was about to arrive at the club, Wen Qiao asked Lao Hu to stop the car at the door of Gu Xiao's grandmother on the side of the road, and turned his head to look at Fu Nanli: "I have something, you wait for me." ”

It's a sunny day, it's a hot day in July, and at the head of the wall is a row of hibiscus flowers, which gently flutter in the bright sunlight with the breeze.

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