Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

Chen Ran's eyes were about to fall, and he was amazed, Wow, Miss Fu, you are too amazing. I studied acupuncture maps for half a year.

Don't look at the acupoint map where everything is clearly marked, but when the needle is actually inserted, the fingers will move uncontrollably, resulting in a deviation in the needle placement.

Therefore, if you want to learn acupuncture, you need to train over time to make your fingers more flexible. This is an operation that is even more difficult than knowing acupoint maps.

It only took Fu Ting half an hour to learn to place needles with zero deviation, which is enough to see that Fu Ting is not only smart, but also very precise in his mobility.

After Ning Hai was shocked, he couldn't help but be completely convinced. He smiled and clapped his hands, As expected, I underestimated you. Your brain is really a national treasure.

He knows that there are indeed geniuses in this world, and that these special people are eaten by the gods, and ordinary people can't compare them.

But for a perverted level like Fu Ting, God is chasing after him to feed him.

Ning Hai was a little jealous.

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

It's useless to just pierce the needle. You have to know where the patient's disease is. No matter how smart Fu Ting is, he still needs to study and practice to ensure that there is no problem.

Ning Hai nodded, It's natural, I'll send you Fu Qingji's nerve necrosis report right now, as well as the steps on how to remove the congestion through acupuncture.

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

Fu Ting was stunned for a moment, then looked at Ning Hai silently.

Ning Hai said in a gentle voice, Your talent is incredible, if I report it to the top, the country will use all resources to train you to protect you. There are very few people who study Chinese medicine now, and everyone pursues Western medicine. I just hope that this world can With an excellent Chinese medicine like you, you can save a lot of people with just one research.

Fu Ting's talent can easily learn anything.

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

But she suddenly thought of the scene of Fu Pei's death in her previous life.

At that time, my father was terminally ill, and was tortured by the disease.

Fu Ting didn't want that kind of tragedy to happen again. Maybe if he learned some pharmacology, he wouldn't have 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 it according to my own time.

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

*

Fu Ting received a call from Fu Pei for the first time ever.

The moment he answered the phone, Fu Pei took a deep breath, which came into Fu Ting's ears through the receiver.

The father and daughter were silent to each other.

The next second, Fu Pei said, Fu Ting.

Fu Ting gave a soft hum.

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

Fu Ting paused for a moment, and after a few seconds, gave a low hum, gave her address, and Fu Pei came to pick her up.

While waiting, Fu Ting kept his head down and fell into some kind of thought.

In her previous life, Fu Ting had never eaten with Fu Pei. The scene she remembered most was the year of her 6th birthday.

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

Fu Ting, who was like a soft dumpling, said in a milky voice, I want Dad to find time to have a meal with me.

Fu Pei agreed, but on his birthday, Fu Pei was unable to come over because he received a temporary notice.

Fu Ting couldn't remember the details, but she only remembered that she stayed on the sofa and waited all night.

Twenty minutes later, Fu Pei drove over to pick up Fu Ting.

The teenager was in a suit and leather shoes, young but handsome. He got out of the car and opened the car door for Fu Ting in person. His black eyes, which had accumulated the vicissitudes of the years, were particularly interesting.

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

The two of them didn't speak all the way, and the carriage was quiet.

Fu Pei looked forward and seemed to be calm, but from the corner of his eye he glanced at him from time to time.

And Fu Ting also tilted his head to look at him several times when he didn't look over.

The two people acted tacitly, even if there was no verbal communication, but they understood each other in their hearts.

*

Half an hour later, the car stopped at a night market.

It was already dark, and this night market was 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 would you like to eat? he asked.

Fu Ting was stunned, as if he did not expect Fu Pei to bring her to eat this.

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

Fu Pei pursed his lips and tightened his jaw line,

Didn't you like to eat before?

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

In the future, Fu Pei was extremely strict and had obsessive-compulsive disorder. He never allowed Fu Ting to eat these things that were made of waste oil to him.

If Fu Ting dared to eat secretly, he would deliberately not go home to see her for a long time as punishment.

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

Thinking about it this way, it seems that he has never done anything to make his daughter happy.

The boy looked away, his Adam's apple rolled, I've come, then you can accompany me to eat.

Fu Ting nodded.

While eating, Fu Pei took off his mask, and a hardcore fan next door recognized Fu Pei and was pleasantly surprised, It's Dad Fu!

Fu Pei is now in full swing, and as soon as the words of Father Fu came out, everyone looked over.

not good.

Fu Pei put on a mask and grabbed Fu Ting's hand, Run.

The two turned around and ran. After running for a long time, they came to a quiet bridge, and only then did they get rid of the fans.

Fu Pei's physical strength is good, and he has not lost his breath after running for so long.

Fu Ting was relatively weak, his hands were on his hips, he was panting slightly, and the tip of his nose was sweating.

Under the moonlight, Fu Pei looked at the girl's little red face and frowned, I didn't eat well today, I'll make it up for you another day.

Fu Ting smiled and said obediently, It's okay, I know Dad, you are very busy. It's good to have today's meal.

In the last life, what Fu Pei promised Fu Ting never did.

For Fu Ting, half a meal was really good compared to not seeing him for many years.

Because he never got it, Fu Ting was very happy even if it was only a little bit better.

Fu Pei felt as if his heart was being clenched by something. He stared at Fu Ting for a moment, and said in a low voice, almost inaudible, Child, did I disappoint you again?

I didn't make it into the ranking of recommended votes. Today is still 6000 words. I will try my best tomorrow, 10 more will be in the distance, and tear gas will be staged next~