Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

But this idea is so absurd, Fu Qingji suddenly broke out in a cold sweat when he thought of this possibility.

Fu Ting looked up at him, her exquisite brows were indifferent, and she said calmly, I'll deliver the anti-bacterial suit.

Fu Qingji's back relaxed, and his face like a crown jade showed a strange coolness, You don't know the Chinese medicine doctor who is going to operate on me, do you?

Fu Ting said expressionlessly, Why did I tell you?

Fu Qingji, ...

His face turned cold, and he pursed his lips and said coldly, Fu Ting, I know that there have been a lot of unhappiness between us, but that Chinese medicine doctor is very important to me. If you know anything, I hope you can tell me.

Fu Ting said angrily, I won't tell you.

Fu Qingji, ...

He thought to himself, put aside his prejudice against Fu Ting being Fu Pei's daughter.

This girl is cute on the outside, but not cute on the inside.

He didn't want to admit that she was his niece.

*

Fu Qingji still couldn't see the Chinese medicine doctor who operated on him.

After he was pushed into the operating room, Ning Hai gave him a pill, and he fell asleep instantly.

Fu Qingji closed his eyes, very tired and sleepy, but he was reluctant to just fall asleep like this.

He knew that Ning Hai did it on purpose, and he didn't want him to meet the Chinese medicine practitioner.

But he insisted on holding on to a sliver of consciousness, and felt that someone had entered the operating room.

He heard Miracle Doctor Ning Hai ask, Can we start?

An indistinguishable and indistinguishable voice sounded obviously not in the original tone, That's it.

Fu Qingji felt someone gently pressing on his leg, his eyes couldn't be opened, his Adam's apple rolled, and he said with difficulty, Is the benefactor you?

Fu Ting pressed her throat and said, It's me.

Fu Qingji said, Thank you, thank you for bringing light back to my dark world.

He thought that in his past days, there was no hope in sight.

He was like a walking corpse, his pride and self-esteem were all smoothed out.

He is without light.

But now there is.

He is very grateful to this stranger who is willing to save him.

Fu Ting was silent for a few seconds, and said without emotion, Not everyone has their own light, but you should live as your own sun.

Fu Qingji's heart seemed to be hit hard by a blunt object, and a hole was split in his dusty heart.

He used to always complain about others, blamed his tragedies on the people around him, was unwilling to face the darkness, and always imagined that someone could save him.

Living like that is really tiring.

Perhaps, he really should cheer up.

At least, you can't live up to your benefactor's expectations.

*

The operation begins.

It was Fu Ting's first time to do this kind of acupuncture for repairing nerves, and the process was not that easy.

The reason why acupuncture and moxibustion is difficult is that it highly tests the sensitivity of Chinese medicine.

Especially for someone like Fu Ting who had hundreds of stitches in the first place, it took even more energy, even if there was no error of one centimeter.

Moreover, Fu Qingji's leg disease is very troublesome. It doesn't matter if you stick the needle in, it will be fine. During the process, you need to continue to insert the needle to stimulate the acupuncture point to draw out the congestion inside.

This operation is not only exhausting, but also makes people tired quickly.

After five full hours, Ning Hai assisted Fu Ting to finish.

Ning Hai was not affected, Fu Ting almost collapsed, his body was drenched with sweat, his face was very pale, as if he was about to collapse when the wind blows.