Chapter 1006 is curative

It can be said that Qiu Ya, who is pulling the door frame and refusing to leave, is the most nervous. Wen Qiao is playing so much now, and Fu Nanli can hardly protect her.

But what Mr. Fu said surprised her.

"It seems to be... the headache is gone."

Fu Nanli breathed a sigh of relief, took Wen Qiao's shoulder, and kissed the top of her hair: "Thank you."

Qiu Ya was startled, and came forward: "Grandpa Fu, do you really have a headache anymore?"

Fu Huaiyong pressed his temples and turned his neck gently: "Indeed, his head is not heavy, it feels very relaxed."

Qiu Ya looked at Wen Qiao: "How can there be such a fast-curing medical technique? If you do this, will there be any dangerous sequelae?"

Wen Qiao glanced at her indifferently: "Otherwise you come?"

Qiu Ya said poorly: "What's your attitude? I think the refrigerator can't be refrigerated. Do I need to know how to refrigerate? You are now a doctor. Can I not even have a question?

A dark bird flashed in Fu Nanli's eyes: "What is Miss Qiu's position to question? I didn't question, what qualifications do you have to question?"

Qiu Ya looked aggrieved and looked at Father Fu.

Father Fu's illness has been alleviated. He, the client, has the most intuitive feelings, and said: "Okay, Xiaoya, don't question Wen Qiao anymore. She does have some attainments in acupuncture.

Qiu Yaxin suddenly sank to the bottom.

I can only force a smile and say: "Sorry, Grandpa Fu, I am too worried, I am afraid that Wen Qiao will do something wrong with her. After all, this is related to your body."

Wen Qiao had put away the needle pack, and glanced at Qiu Ya, and let her say anything.

Fu Nanli took Wen Qiao's hand: "Take you to wash your hands."

After finishing talking, he took Wen Qiao's waist and went to the bathroom.

There are voices coming from time to time--

"I can do it myself..."

"Don't move, squeeze a little hand sanitizer."

Qiu Ya's face turned pale, and it was evident that Fu Nanli was helping her wash her hands, and Fu Nanli had actually done this by herself.

I have to say that Wen Qiao is really good at controlling men.

In the bathroom, Fu Nanli gently rubbed the hand sanitizer with his distinct fingers, and foamed. He hugged her from behind, and then carefully and gently helped her to wash each finger.

The sun was just right outside, and the person in the mirror was profiled with the light of love that was diluted by the curtains, and the tip of his nose was puckered with fine sweat.

If there is a seemingly non-existent smell of milk on the body, it goes straight to the end of the nose.

"Done yet?"

Wen Qiao gently pushed his abdomen with his elbow.

"Wash your hands carefully. Didn't it mention it in the textbook when you took your doctor's license?"

Wen Qiao looked at the serious-looking man in the mirror, and lightly stepped on his foot: "I didn't mention it."

"Don't move."

Her hands are white and smooth, and her fingers are very beautiful, white as onion roots, held in her hands, weak and boneless.

Obviously she never takes care of it, and she rarely puts on hand cream, but it feels particularly soft and addictive.

Two people can wash their hands to make people outside feel impatient to wait.

Fu Huaiyong gave a light cough, and it was impossible to let people go and see if the two were washed.

Four or five people in a room were waiting for them awkwardly.

When Fu Nanli cared about other people's feelings, including his grandfather's feelings, he didn't pay much attention to it.

After a long while, he dragged Wen Qiao's hand out of the bathroom.

Wen Qiao calmly and rationally told Old Man Fu: "I will re-create a recipe, and let the chef in your house cook according to the recipe I made. I will come over to give you acupuncture once in another week. What do you think?"

(End of this chapter)