The needle was applied for a long time, because Baihui Point was on the head, and he could not take care of it. The old man didn't like the air conditioning temperature too low. Wenqiao's forehead was sweating from time to time.
Fu Nanli stood by with a napkin, as if the nurse in the operating room was specially for the doctor to wipe her forehead sweat.
Finally, the last silver needle was inserted in, and wenjo was relieved a little.
Everything went well.
Qiu Ya downstairs is suffering incomparably, she even secretly hopes that the old man has something wrong, so that Wen Qiao will be very unlucky.
She listened carefully to every move upstairs, but if there was a little voice, she was excited to the servant: "let me go up and see."
Qin Bei indifferently said: "Miss Wen is on it, you are not a doctor, you go up also useless."
After half an hour, Qiu Ya heard a sudden voice coming from it: "Oh, this What's the matter with this? "
The voice of terror came.
Qiu ya, while Qin Bei did not notice, pushed him away and rushed up the stairs.
It's time, widjo. It's a rollover, right?
She could not help but rushed to Fu's room, and saw Uncle Li trembling with fear. She saw Fu Nanli look dignified, and saw the old man's eyes flashing panic, covering up her expression and concerned: "Grandpa Fu, are you ok?"
Wenjo held down the old man's hand: "don't move."
Qiu Ya saw the blood from the forehead of the old man, and screamed in fear: "this What's the matter with this? "
Then he wanted to go up to ravinjo's arm and was stopped by Fu Nanli.
Qiu Ya gnawed, "Wenqiao, if you don't reach this level of medical skills, don't you try to force it? Are you taking grandpa Fu as your test product? You see what you do. "
"Qin Bei, take her out," Wenqiao said coldly
Qiu Ya is a push to chase up Qin Bei: "Fu Nanli, are you crazy? You just watch wimble do this to your grandfather? Grandpa Fu, you can stop her quickly. It will happen if you go on like this. "
Wenqiao cold way: "Qin Bei Don't let her out and shut her up. "
Qiu Ya was directly dragged to the door by Qin Bei, and her mouth was covered.
Fu wants to struggle to sit up, Wenqiao holds down his shoulder: "don't move."
Fu Laozi was held down by her momentum.
Wenqiao looked at the wrist watch. When the second hand pointed to twelve, the long finger reached Baihui Point immediately, pulled out the silver needle, then pulled one by one, and finally raised his hand. Fu Nanli seemed to understand and handed a clean handkerchief.
Wenjo slowly wiped away the blood on the side of the old man's sideburns.
Fu huaiyong just sat up, his look was condensation, and he was a little bit angry and ruined: "is there any problem?"
Wenjo put the silver needle into the bag and looked at him: "if there is a problem, can you talk?"
Fu turned to Fu Nanli: "do you see your grandfather bleeding?"
Fu Nanli: "I believe she has a sense of measure."
"What kind of measure."
Wenqiao wiped his hand with a tissue: "so Grandpa Fu, how do you feel now?"
Fu huaiyong just looked at his fear, and then he reacted, as if The head doesn't hurt that much.
I felt heavy downstairs. At this time, I was relaxed and clear and comfortable.
This feeling has been a long time ago.
Fu Nanli had a little uneasy: "Grandpa, how do you think?"