Chapter 812

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

If she had such a glass heart, she wouldn't know how many blows she had eaten.

He applied the medicine to her, then blew it gently, close enough, the window opened a gap, the spring breeze entrapped the smell of petals and grass, and the air was throbbing.

Wen Qiao naturally has a girlish heart.

Her girlish heart only bloomed in front of Fu Nanli.

"Does it still hurt?" As he spoke, the breath fell on his cheeks, a little itchy, and his heart trembled slightly. Wen Qiao made some nasal sounds, "It's okay."

Fu Nanli took out the phone and dialed out: "Doctor Lin, come up to Qiao'er for a while to see if there is any puncture in the skin."

"Master, wait a moment, I'll go up as soon as Ms. Qiu looks good."

"ASAP."

Doctor Lin moved his hands faster, Fu Huaiyong was unhappy: "Are you in a hurry?"

Dr. Lin was sweating on his forehead, and the sandwich board was not good enough. The father and grandson were out of breath, and his family doctor was in a dilemma.

"No...not in a hurry."

"Look slowly and carefully."

"Good... good."

It took about forty minutes before Dr. Lin finally went upstairs. What he saw was the sullen face of the young master, and he quickly said, "Sorry, Miss Qiu Ya has been delayed for a while, I will check it with Miss Wen.

Fu Nanli sat lazily on the side with her long legs folded. Doctor Lin took a small flashlight and took a photo of Wen Qiao's stung by a bee, and then put the flashlight away: "Master, Miss Wen has not been stung in the sting. Worry, the swelling will disappear soon after applying the medicine for two days."

Fu Nanli said, "I see, you can go out."

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After Su Ce returned to China, his staff at the Pentagram Research Base followed him back to China. Now in Haicheng, they have re-established their own research base.

It's just that Wen Qiao doesn't know that his uncle is a frequent visitor to the Lancet magazine, a top leader of the World Medical Organization, they call him Professor S, and only people at the research base will call him Professor Su.

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

It is said that it is Lao Fang, in fact, there are more than twenty one male, graduated from the first school of medicine, and now he works for a man with a primary school degree and worships this pupil.

"Professor, you are here."

"How is the experiment progressing?"

"It's going well. The gene sequence has been broken up and reorganized. Take a look at the DNA sequence I reconstructed."

Before Su Ce entered the laboratory, the assistant put on him a white coat and rubber gloves, and put on goggles.

He walked to the medical microscope and observed Lao Fang's results, his eyebrows were always frowned: "Is this hemolysis surely successful?"

Lao Fang's expression is solemn: "If you have time, can you stay in the lab and check it out? I'm afraid I will fail again."

Su Ce lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "Isn't there always me the last few times? Didn't it fail?"

"Are you calm?"

Su Ce's assistant Aisha smiled and said, "Caring is messy. You can't just talk about it, it's hard to control yourself."

Su Ce sighed in his heart. Aisha was right. Every time he failed, he was eager for success. He wanted to get A Qiao out of the **** disease as soon as possible, but he failed every time.

Seeing that his boss was a little sad, the old party patted the shoulder: "Professor, you can rest assured that we will be able to overcome the difficulties and successfully study the blood of Wen Qiao.

(End of this chapter)