The Mysterious Heiress: Researcher In Disguise

When the silver needles calmed down one by one, Fu Zhi began to close the needles.

Thirteen silver needles were soaked with black poison.

As all the silver needles were pulled out, Li Nanli's originally pale face was soaked with a bit of anger, and his fingertips moved slightly.

Fu Zhi noticed, rolled up the acupuncture cloth and opened the door.

When Secretary Liu saw someone coming out, he immediately stepped forward: "Miss Fu, how is our President Li? When will he wake up?"

Fu Zhi said in a cold voice, "Half an hour."

Secretary Liu cried with joy, and he was so excited that he wanted to grab Fu Zhi's hand and cry in gratitude.

It was just before he raised his hand subconsciously that Fu Zhi quickly took two steps back, with disgust in his eyes.

Secretary Liu: "..."

Secretary Liu went to the hospital bed.

Too quiet inside the house.

No one dared to speak, and everyone had expressions of disbelief on their faces.

Although I knew for a long time that Fu Zhi was unusual, but hearing her say that Li Nanli would wake up in half an hour, there was still an unreal feeling of stepping on cotton.

Some doctors did not believe in evil, so they stepped forward to diagnose and treat Li Nanli, and then they were completely convinced.

"The patient has passed the dangerous period! As expected of the thirteen needles in the ghost gate, it is truly a miracle in the history of Chinese medicine!"

Fu Zhi glanced at the doctor who was talking, and then looked out the window.

After all, he witnessed Fu Zhi performing acupuncture with his own eyes. Dr. Zhao admired her very much, so he smiled and asked her, "Senior, what are you looking at?"

"sun."

Dr. Zhao understood: "Are you studying the influence of the four-hour and eight-point qi on Li Shao's condition?"

Look, it's a master!

See the real chapter within a square inch!

"No." Fu Zhi folded his hands in front of his forehead, looked up through the tiny slits in his fingertips, and said lightly, "I'm looking to see if it rises from the west."

"..."

Doctor Zhao: ?

Is it an illusion?

Why does he feel that the senior seems to be a little bit, cough... Be careful?

Dr. Zhao and Dr. Zhou looked at each other, and both saw a touch of discomfort in each other's eyes.

The sun rising from the west is just an exaggerated bravado. How could the seniors take it seriously? !

"Previous, senior..." Doctor Zhao was too embarrassed.

Fu Zhi leaned against the window and did not speak.

The slender legs overlap naturally, indifferent and casual.

Seeing this, Dr. Zhou gritted his teeth, blushed for a long while, and said apologetically to Fu Zhi, "Little friend, your medical skills are indeed superb, but we were too narrow-minded before. I hope that little friend has a lot of them, don't Compare with us."

Only then did Fu Zhi nodded, hummed, and closed the curtains.

Dr. Zhou breathed a sigh of relief and saw her sitting on the sofa, holding a black pen, and writing the prescription on the case sheet, stroke by stroke.

The scene was quiet.

The little girl's slender eyelashes trembled like crow feathers, her brows were cold, and she was fatally beautiful.

After a while, she handed the prescription to Secretary Liu, "Three times a day, drink it for a month to see the effect."

Secretary Liu took the prescription and glanced at it roughly.

Fu Zhi's font is the standard silk flower small case, which is very different from the wild and scribbled writing written by other doctors. ?"

"I took the wrong medicine."

Fu Zhi shifted his gaze to the hospital bed and frowned, "His diet—"

He paused in the middle of the sentence, and unexpectedly bumped into a pair of peach blossom eyes that were slightly raised, the water vapor was dense, the eyebrows were drawn together, and it was cold and ruthless.

——Li Nanli woke up early.

Fu Zhi was stunned, not knowing what to do for a while.

The scene seems to be frozen.

one second.

two seconds.

In the third second, Li Nanli twitched the corner of his mouth and laughed.

Secretary Liu noticed Fu Zhi's abnormality, turned around, and couldn't wait to speak, when he heard the man on the hospital bed speak calmly, "Liu Mi, take them all down."

The man's voice is low and moist, like sake, like broken jade. Even though it's just a word, it sounds good.

There is still a thousand ang ~ you can hit me ~