Chapter 1006 It Has Curative Effect

The most nervous one could be said to be Qiu Ya, who was holding on to the doorframe and refusing to leave. Wen Qiao was so serious now that Fu Nanli couldn't even protect her.

But what Mr. Fu said shocked her.

"It does seem like...the headache is gone."

Fu Nanli breathed a sigh of relief, put his arm around Wen Qiao's shoulders, and kissed the top of her hair: "Thank you for your hard work."

Qiu Ya was stunned and came forward: "Grandpa Fu, do you really have a headache?"

Fu Huaiyong pressed his temples and gently turned his neck: "Indeed, my head is no longer heavy. It feels very relaxed."

Qiu Ya looked at Wen Qiao: "How can there be such a fast-acting medical skill? Will there be any dangerous sequelae if you do this?"

Wen Qiao gave her an indifferent look: "Why don't you come?"

Qiu Ya was speechless: "What is your attitude? If I say that the refrigerator cannot cool, do I have to know how to cool it myself first? You are a doctor now, can't I even question it?"

Fu Nanli's eyes flashed with evil thoughts: "What position does Miss Qiu use to question? I don't even question it, so what qualifications do you have to question it?"

Qiu Ya looked at Mr. Fu with an aggrieved look.

Mr. Fu's symptoms were relieved. He, the client, had the most intuitive feeling, so he said: "Okay, Xiaoya, don't question Wen Qiao anymore. She does have certain attainments in acupuncture."

Qiu Ya's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

I could only force a smile and say: "I'm sorry, Grandpa Fu, I'm too worried. I'm just afraid that something will happen to Wen Qiao. After all, this is related to your body."

Wen Qiao had already put away the needle bag, glanced at Qiu Ya, and really let her say everything.

Fu Nanli took Wen Qiao's hand and said, "Take you to wash your hands."

After saying that, he directly put his arm around Wen Qiao's waist and went to the bathroom.

From time to time there are sounds——

"I can do it myself..."

"Don't move and squeeze some hand sanitizer."

Qiu Ya's face turned pale. It was obviously Fu Nanli who was helping her wash her hands. Fu Nanli actually did it personally to such an extent.

I have to say that Wen Qiao is really good at controlling men.

In the bathroom, Fu Nanli's knuckled fingers gently rubbed the hand soap and lathered up. He hugged her from behind, and then carefully and gently scrubbed each finger of hers.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and the side of the person's face in the mirror was bathed in the sunlight that was diluted by the curtains. There was a thin layer of sweat on the tip of his straight nose.

There seems to be a faint smell of milk on my body, which goes straight to my nose.

"Done yet?"

Wen Qiao gently pushed his abdomen with his elbow.

"You have to wash your hands carefully. Didn't it mention it in the textbook when you took the exam for your medical license?"

Wen Qiao looked at the serious-looking man in the mirror and stepped on his foot gently: "I didn't mention it."

"Don't move."

Her hands were white and smooth, and her fingers were very beautiful, as white as onion roots, and when held in her hands, they were soft and boneless.

Obviously she never takes care of her hands and rarely puts on any hand cream, but it feels very soft and addictive.

Even if two people wash their hands, they can make people outside feel impatient to wait.

Fu Huaiyong coughed slightly, but it was impossible for anyone to go and see if the two people had washed themselves.

Four or five people in a room were waiting there awkwardly for the two of them.

Fu Nanli never cared about other people's feelings, including his grandfather's feelings, but he didn't take it to heart.

After a long while, he slowly dragged Wen Qiao's hand out of the bathroom.

Wen Qiao told Mr. Fu calmly and rationally: "I will come up with a new recipe and ask the chef in your mansion to cook according to the recipe I gave you. I will come over and give you acupuncture in another week. What do you think?"