Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

Chapter 368 My Princess 10

Chen Ran's eyes were about to fall off, and he was amazed, "Wow, Miss Fu, you are too good, right? I learned acupoint maps for half a year."

Don't look at what is clearly marked on the acupoint map, but when the needle is actually used, the fingers will move uncontrollably, resulting in deviations in the needle.

Therefore, to learn acupuncture and moxibustion, it takes a lot of training to make the fingers more flexible. This is an operation that is even more difficult than knowing acupuncture points.

Fu Ting only took half an hour to learn to place the needle with zero deviation, which is enough to see that Fu Ting is not only smart, but also very precise.

After Ning Hai was shocked, he couldn't help but be completely convinced, smiled and slapped his hands, "Sure enough, I underestimated you. Your mind is really a national treasure."

He knows that there are indeed geniuses in this world, and these special people are just for God's sake, and ordinary people can't compare them.

But Fu Ting's perverted level is that God is chasing and feeding.

Ning Hai was a little jealous.

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

It's useless to get a needle, and you have to know where the patient's disease is. No matter how clever Fu Ting is, he needs to study and practice to ensure that no problems occur.

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

After Fu Ting got the information, Ning Hai suddenly said, "Listen girl, you are so smart and it's a pity that you don't study medicine. I will retire soon. No one will inherit the knowledge of pharmacology. Are you interested in becoming this medical research institute? His heir?"

Fu Ting was taken aback, and looked at Ning Hai silently.

Ning Hai said in a gentle voice, "Your talent is absolutely perfect. If I report to it, the country will use all resources to train you to protect you. There are very few Chinese medicine students now. Everyone pursues Western medicine. I just hope that the world can If you are an excellent Chinese medicine doctor like you, you can save many people with just one research."

Fu Ting's talent, he can learn everything.

Traditional Chinese medicine is a very complicated medicine. Fu Ting didn't want to touch it, and found it troublesome.

However, she had a ghostly thought of Fu Pei's death in her previous life.

At that time, his father was terminally ill, and was tortured by the illness. Western medicine was helpless, and the decline of Chinese medicine was even more helpless until he fell into darkness.

Fu Ting didn't want such a tragedy to happen again, maybe by learning some pharmacology, there was no need to worry about Fu Pei's health problems.

"Yes." Fu Ting nodded and said warmly, "but I don't have much time, so I can't stay in scientific research all the time. I can only arrange according to my own time."

Ning Haiyile said, "This is no problem. I will report your situation to the country. You can come to the scientific research institute if you want. You can see the pharmacological knowledge here."

*

Fu Ting received a phone call from Fu Pei with unparalleled knowledge.

The moment Fu Pei got on the phone, a heavy breath was passed through the earpiece into Fu Ting's ear.

The father and daughter were silent to each other.

The next second, Fu Pei said, "Fu Ting."

Fu listened with a soft hum.

In the future, my father will hardly take the initiative to contact his daughter. This may seem a bit cramped, and he said in a low voice, "Let’s have a meal together."

Fu listened to a slight pause, and a few seconds later, with a low hmm, he reported her address, and Fu Pei came to pick her up.

While waiting, Fu Ting kept his head down and fell into a certain thought.

Fu Ting, of her previous life, didn't eat much with Fu Pei. The most memorable scene was the year of her 6th birthday.

Fu Pei called her a month in advance and asked her in a good mood, "My child, what do you want for your birthday?"

Like a soft dumpling, Fu listened to the milk and said gruffly, "I want my father to find time to eat a meal with me."

Fu Pei agreed, but on his birthday, Fu Pei was unable to rush over because of a temporary notice.

Fu Ting couldn't remember the details, only remember that that night, she was lying on the sofa and waiting all night.

Twenty minutes later, Fu Pei drove over to answer Fu.

A young man in suit and leather shoes, young but handsome, he personally got out of the car to open the door for Fu Ting, and his pair of dark eyes that had settled down with the vicissitudes of the years was particularly flavorful.

Fu Ting got into the car, and Fu Pei held the steering wheel with his knuckled fingers and started the car.

The two did not speak all the way, and the carriage was quiet.

Fu Pei looked ahead, seeming to be calm, but Yu Guang glanced at him from time to time.

And Fu Ting would tilt his head to look at him for a few times when he didn't look over.

The actions of the two people are tacit, even if there is no language exchange, but they understand each other in their hearts.

*

After half an hour, the car stopped at a night market.

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

Fu Pei put on a mask with sunglasses and gave Fu Ting a mask.

The father and daughter entered the night market one after the other. 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 that Fu Pei would take her to eat this.

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

Fu Fei pursed his lips, tightening the jaw line."

Didn’t you like to eat before? "

Fu Ting asked back, "But don't you let it?"

In the future, Fu Pei is extremely strict and has obsessive-compulsive disorder. He has never allowed Fu Ting to eat these things made from waste oil for him.

If Fu Ting dared to eat secretly, he would deliberately punish her by not going home for a long time.

Thinking of the past, Fu Pei lowered his head, his black eyes stared at the girl's face through the sunglasses, his pupils tightened slightly, like a deep ocean.

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

The boy looked away, his Adam's apple rolled, "It's all here, then you can eat with me."

Fu Ting nodded.

While eating, Fu Pei took off his mask. A **** fan next door recognized Fu Pei and was pleasantly surprised, "It's Dad Fu!"

Fu Pei's fire is now in full swing, and everyone looks over when Father Fu comes out.

not good.

Fu Pei put on the mask and pulled Fu Ting's hand, "Run."

The two turned and ran, and ran for a long time before they came to a quiet bridge, and then they were able to get rid of the fans.

Fu Pei has good stamina, and he hasn't got a mess after running for so long.

Fu Ting was weak, his hands on his hips, panting slightly, and sweat came out of his nose.

In the moonlight, Fu Pei looked at the girl's blushing face and curled his eyebrows, "I didn't eat well today. I'll fill it up for you another day."

Fu Ting smiled, and said obediently, "It's okay, I know Dad, you're very busy, it's good to have today's meal next time."

In the previous life, Fu Pei had never done what Fu Pei promised to listen to.

For Fu Ting, the half-meal is really good compared to not seeing him for many years.

Because I haven't gotten it all the time, even if it's only a little bit good, Fu Ting is very happy.

Fu Pei felt that his heart seemed to be held tightly by something. He stared at Fu Ting for a moment, and said in a low voice, "My child, did I disappoint you again."

The recommendation ticket ranking did not enter, today is still 6000 words, work hard tomorrow, 10 is in the distance, and then tear gas will be staged~

(End of this chapter)