Chapter 812 Care Leads to Chaos

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

If she had such a glassy heart, she would have suffered so many blows.

He applied the medicine on her and blew it gently. He was close, the window was open a crack, the spring breeze carried the smell of petals and grass, and the air was throbbing.

Wen Qiao naturally has a girlish heart.

Her girlish heart only blossomed in front of Fu Nanli.

"Does it still hurt?" As he spoke, his breath fell on his cheek, which was a little itchy. His heart was trembling slightly. Wen Qiao said with a nasal voice, "It's okay."

Fu Nanli took out his cell phone and dialed: "Doctor Lin, come up and take a look at Qiao Er in a moment to see if there are any puncture wounds in the skin."

"Master, please wait a moment. I'll go up after I've taken care of Miss Qiu."

"ASAP."

Dr. Lin moved faster, and Fu Huaiyong was displeased: "Are you in a hurry?"

Dr. Lin broke out in cold sweat on his forehead. The sandwich board was not easy to make. The old man and his grandson were angry. He, a family doctor, was in a dilemma.

"No...not in a hurry."

"Look slowly and carefully."

"Okay...ok."

After about forty minutes, Dr. Lin finally went upstairs. What he saw was the eldest young master's gloomy face. He said quickly: "Sorry, there was a delay with Miss Qiu Ya. I will check Miss Wen right now."

Fu Nanli sat lazily aside with his long legs crossed. Dr. Lin took a small flashlight and took a photo of the place where Wen Qiao was stung by the bee. Then he put away the flashlight: "Master, the sting where Miss Wen was stung is not broken. No need to Worry, the swelling will subside soon after applying the medicine for two days.”

Fu Nanli nodded: "I understand, you can go out."

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After Su Ce returned to China, all his staff at the Pentagram Research Base returned with him, and now they have re-established their own research base in Haicheng.

But Wen Qiao didn't know that his uncle was a frequent visitor to the Lancet magazine and a top boss of the World Medical Organization. They called him Professor S, and only people at the research base would call him Professor Su.

He went to the experimental base, and his chief researcher Lao Fang welcomed him to the laboratory.

Although he is said to be Lao Fang, he is actually a man in his twenties. He graduated from the Department of Medicine of a first university. Now he is working for a man with a primary school education, and he especially admires this primary school student.

"Professor, you are here."

"How's the experiment going?"

"It's going well. The genetic 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 a white coat, rubber gloves, and goggles on him.

He walked to the medical microscope and observed Lao Fang's results, with a slight frown on his face: "Are you sure the hemolysis will be successful this time?"

Lao Fang's expression was solemn: "If you are free, would you like to stay in the laboratory to check things out? I'm afraid I will fail again."

Su Ce lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "Didn't I always be there for the past few times? Didn't I fail just like that?"

"Are you calm?"

Su Ce's assistant Aisha smiled and said: "Care will lead to chaos. Things like mentality are not something you can just talk about. It is difficult to control yourself."

Su Ce sighed in his heart. Aisha was right. Every time he failed, it was because he was eager for success and wanted to get Aqiao off that damn disease as soon as possible, but he failed every time.

Seeing that his boss was a little sad, Lao Fang patted his shoulder and said, "Professor, don't worry, we will definitely be able to overcome the difficulties and successfully study the blood suitable for Wen Qiao."