Chapter 812

Wenjo shrugged indifferently: "I won't take it to heart."

If she had such a glass heart, I don't know how many blows she would have taken.

He helped her wipe the medicine, and then gently blow, close, the window is open, the spring wind with the smell of petals and grass, the air flowing throbbing.

Wenjo, of course, has a girlish heart.

Her maiden heart bloomed only in front of Fu Nanli.

"Does it still hurt?" Speaking, the breath fell on the cheek, some itching, heart gently trembling, Wenqiao with some nasal, "OK."

Fu Nanli took out his mobile phone and dialed out: "Dr. Lin, come up to see qiao'er and see if there is any stab in the skin."

"Wait a moment, young master. I'll take care of Miss Qiu and go up."

"As soon as possible."

Dr. Lin's hand moves faster. Fu huaiyong is not happy: "are you in a hurry?"

Dr. Lin has a cold sweat on his forehead. It's hard to be a sandwich board. The old man and his grandson are angry. His family doctor is in a dilemma.

"No No rush. "

"Take your time. Look carefully."

"Good OK

About 40 minutes later, Dr. Lin finally went upstairs. What he saw was the young master's gloomy face. He even said, "sorry, Miss Qiu Ya's delay. I'll give Miss Wen an examination."

Fu Nanli sat lazily with his long legs folded. Dr. Lin took a small flashlight and took a picture of Wenqiao where he was stung by bees. Then he put away the flashlight: "young master, Miss Wen has not been stung. Don't worry. If you apply the medicine for two days, it will soon reduce the swelling."

Fu Nanli jaw head: "know, you go out."

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after su CE returned home, his staff in the research base of wumangxing returned with him. Now in Haicheng, they have established their own research base.

But Wenqiao didn't know that his uncle was a frequent visitor of the lancet magazine and a top man of the world medical organization. They called him Professor S. only the people in the research base would call him Professor Su.

He went to the experimental base, and Lao Fang, the chief researcher under his hand, welcomed him to the laboratory.

It's Lao Fang. In fact, there are more than 20 men. He graduated from the medical department of the first university. Now he works for a man with a primary school degree, and he still worships this pupil.

"Here you are, professor."

"How is the experiment going?"

"It's not bad. The gene sequence has been broken up and recombined. Take a look at the DNA sequence I reconstructed."

Before he entered the laboratory, his assistant put on his white coat, rubber gloves and goggles.

He went to the medical microscope and observed the achievements of Lao Fang. His eyebrows always frowned slightly: "is this hemolysis sure to succeed?"

Lao Fang's expression was dignified: "if you are free, can you stay in the laboratory to check on more?"? I'm afraid I'll fail again. "

Su CE drooped his eyes and his voice was low: "I have been there several times before, but I have failed as well?"

"Are you calm?"

Su CE's assistant, Aisha, said with a smile: "care is chaotic. It's hard to control one's mind. It's not just a matter of speaking on one's lips."

Su CE sighed in her heart. Elsa was right. Every time he failed, he was eager for success. He wanted to get ah Qiao out of that damned disease as soon as possible, but he couldn't do it every time.

Seeing that his eldest brother was bereaved, Lao Fang patted his shoulder: "Professor, you can rest assured that we can overcome the difficulties and successfully study the blood suitable for Wenqiao."