Sir had always been a person who didn't play by the rules, so Teresa didn't dare to guess what he was thinking.
He xihuai raised his hand. that's enough. You can leave.
"But Sir, you're still injured, Yingluo,"
"It's just a superficial wound, he won't die."
Teresa didn't dare to disobey him, so she could only leave.
He xihuai sent a message to su CE, want to know how to save her?
Su CE was sitting at the ticket office of the old amusement park. The sky was low, and the evening light shone through the small window. His phone vibrated. There were no customers at this time, and he was very free.
He picked up his phone. When he saw the message, he frowned.
He xihuai mocked him for not being a researcher anymore. He was more keen on being a businessman.
If even his team couldn't figure out a way to cure Qiao, how could he xihuai solve such a world-class problem?
However, no matter how much he didn't believe it, this was related to ah Qiao's health. He had to put down his pride and reply, " "You have a way?"
"You believe me?"
"It's up to you to say it or not."
go treat Gu Xiao first, " he xihuai said. if you can cure him, I'll tell you how to save your niece.
In terms of medical skills, he xihuai had never been as good as su CE, not to mention that su CE had always been obsessed with medical skills and research. Later on, he xihuai entered the business world, so his medical skills were even worse than su CE's.
"How do I know if you're telling the truth? if I cure Gu Xiao and you go back on your word, I can't do anything to you."
I'll only give you one clue. All over the world, Fu Nanli isn't the only one who has the same blood type as Wen Qiao and can take blood from others.
"What do you mean?" su CE frowned.
He xihuai had always been better than him in crooked ways.
I've said before that I'll only give you one clue. When you cure Gu Xiao, or at least when Gu Xiao's condition has improved, I'll tell you the next clue.
"I'll think about it," su CE said, lowering his eyes.
He xihuai didn't force him. "I'll give you a week to consider."
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As night fell, Fu Nanli went to Wen Qiao's house. Previously, Wen Qiao had told him about the matter of synthesising blood, and he had told Zhou Jing about this research project. Zhou Jing's opinion was that it was very difficult.
Hence, he came to visit Wen Qiao.
He didn't want to be so direct with her and increase her psychological burden. He just wanted to see her.
When she entered, she saw Wen Qiao lifting a man's clothes.
The man was dressed in a white shirt and was lying on the sofa. Wen Qiao lifted the corner of his shirt and stared intently at the man's abdomen.
Even though he knew that number three was a robot, Fu Nanli still couldn't help but feel his blood rush to the top of his head.
After inserting the last needle, Wen Qiao heaved a sigh of relief. She felt that she could perform acupuncture on Fu Nanli's grandfather in two days 'time. She wondered if the old man would be willing to accept treatment from her, a half-baked Doctor Who had just started his career.
"You're sweating," number three smiled and looked at her,"wipe it off."
Fu Nanli massaged his temples, walked up, drew a piece of tissue, and held Wen Qiao's hand, helping her wipe her sweat naturally.
Number three's gaze was open and clean, but no matter how open he was, Fu Nanli still felt stifled.
Wen Qiao didn't even look at his ABS as frequently as he DID number three.
How could he endure this?
"What are you doing here?" Wen Qiao's eyes sparkled as she looked at him.
Fu Nanli poured her another glass of cold water. "Drink some water, I have something to tell you."
"Speak."
Fu Nanli's gaze turned to number three.
"It's fine, it's fine even if I say it in front of him," replied Wen Qiao.
Fu Nanli clenched his fists. He had to bear with it.