Chapter 391: Sanbo Surgery 3

Chapter 391 Sanbo Surgery 3
But this idea was so absurd, Fu Qingji thought of this possibility, and suddenly cold sweat broke out all over his body.
Fu Ting raised his eyes and glanced at him, his delicate eyebrows were indifferent, and he said in a calm tone, "I'm here to bring the anti-bacterial clothing."
Fu Qingji's back loosened, and his face was like a crown jade, showing a strangely thin face, "Don't you also know the Chinese doctor who is going to perform the operation on me?"
Fu Ting said blankly, "Why tell you."
Fu Qingji, "..."
His face turned cold, and his lips were cold and he said, "Fu Ting, I know that we have had a lot of unhappiness, but that Chinese medicine doctor is very important to me. If you know anything, I hope you can tell me."
Fu listened to death and said, "I won't tell you."
Fu Qingji, "..."
He thought to himself, putting aside his prejudice that Fu Ting was Fu Pei's daughter.
This girl is cute, but not cute at all inside.
He didn't want to admit that she was his niece.

Fu Qingji still failed to see the Chinese doctor who operated on him.
After he was pushed into the operating room, Ning Hai gave him a medicine, and the whole person was instantly drowsy.
Fu Qingji closed his eyes, tired and sleepy, but reluctant to just fall asleep like this.
He knew that this was deliberate by Ning Hai and didn't want him to see that Chinese doctor.
But he just supported a trace of consciousness and felt a person enter the operating room.
He heard the genius doctor Ning Hai ask, "Can we start?"
A voice that was obviously not the original voice sounded, "It's okay."
Fu Qingji felt that someone was pressing lightly on his leg, his eyes could not be opened, his Adam's apple rolled, and he said slowly, "Is the benefactor you?"
Fu Ting pressed his throat and said, "It's me."
Fu Qingji said, "Thank you, thank you, let me have light in the dark world again."
He thought that in his past days, there was no hope.
He is like a walking corpse, his pride and self-esteem are all polished.
He has no light.
But now there is.
He was very grateful to this stranger who was willing to save him.
Fu Ting was silent for a few seconds, speaking without emotion, "Not everyone has their own light, but you should live your own sun."
Fu Qingji's heart seemed to be hit hard by a blunt weapon, and his dusty heart was cracked open.
He always blamed the heavens and others, blamed his tragedy on the people around him, was unwilling to face the darkness, always dreaming that someone could save him.
Living like that is really exhausting.
Perhaps, he should really cheer up.
At least, the benefactor's expectations should not be disappointed.

The operation begins.
It is the first time that Fu Ting has done this kind of acupuncture to repair nerves. The process is not that easy.
Acupuncture is difficult because it highly examines the acumen of Chinese medicine.
Especially for people like Fu Ting who can get a hundred needles at once, it takes more effort, even if it is a centimeter error.
Moreover, Fu Qingji’s leg problems are very troublesome. If you don’t put a needle in, you’ll be fine. During the process, you need to continue to insert the needle to stimulate the acupuncture points to induce the congestion inside.
This operation is not only troublesome, but also tires quickly.
Five hours passed and Ning Hai assisted Fu Ting to finish.
Ning Hai was not affected. Fu Ting almost collapsed. His face was so pale with sweat that he was about to fall down.
(End of this chapter)