The Mysterious Heiress: Researcher In Disguise

No. 1 Middle School is 40 minutes away from the hospital.

Ma Mingquan went on a rampage all the way, Qian Wenrui glanced in his direction and frowned.

Guess something happened at his house.

Qian Wenrui couldn't do the vicious idea of ​​swearing at the old man's health, but Ma Mingquan's family had something to do, and he ran between the school and the hospital, which could easily cause work mistakes. This was undoubtedly a happy event for Qian Wenrui.

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Mr. Ma is a patient who is very cooperative with doctors.

When Fu Zhi gave him the needle, he was lying on the bed, listening to opera with the elderly phone.

Stroke can be divided into external wind and internal wind. Mr. Ma belongs to external wind and is caused by exogenous evils. He often has high fever, red face, red eyes, bitter mouth and dry throat.

It is quite expensive to treat this disease. At first, Mr. Ma just took advantage of a dead horse as a living horse doctor, until Fu Zhi's last needle fell into the acupuncture point, and the dryness in his heart faintly tended to dissipate.

The old man exclaimed in his heart: Isn't this kid really capable? He was never so comfortable when other doctors gave him needles! She must be a genius doctor with a lot of background!

The thirteen ghost needles trembled slightly in the old man's flesh. After returning to calm, Fu Zhi retracted the needle, turned his head to look at Lin Hui who was taking notes, "Have you remembered all the important points?"

"I remember it!" Lin Hui's thoughts were turning back and forth, and he hesitated: "It's just the ancestor, you passed the acupuncture method to me directly..."

"Huh?" Fu Zhi didn't understand what he meant, and raised his chin, motioning for him to continue.

Then I heard Lin reply: "Master, I really want to learn. I don't know if Master can give me a chance to make me a disciple and teach me personally?"

Fu Zhi: "..."

Fu Zhi, who was a big treason before, hasn't figured it out for him yet, and he's pretty good at daydreaming.

Just about to refuse, Lin replied: "Master, I will explain it to you, and I won't let you teach in vain. I will not miss a penny of the teacher's apprentice banquet and gift money during the festival!"

Fu Zhi was surprised: "Can I teach you that you can still receive gift money during festivals?"

Why has she been a teacher for so many years and taught her classes for free, but her students never gave her money? !

After a pause, before Lin Hui could speak, he said, "Then you should be my apprentice, and remember to treat me equally and give me money."

Lin Hui: "..."

Not to mention that Lin choked for a moment, Mr. Ma was speechless.

However, he could see how powerful Fu Zhi was, and he had a premonition that his illness would be cured, so he wanted to save Fu Zhi until the end to show off to his son.

But it was almost time for school to leave, Fu Zhi didn't dare to stay any longer, and was about to leave, but was pulled by the cuffs by Mr. Ma, "Genius doctor, I still don't know your name? I can't let you treat it in vain, let Let my son take you to dinner!"

Fu Zhi became more and more panicked, "No, just call me Hong/collar/scarf, I still have something to do!"

"Knock—" With a sound, Fu Zhi finished speaking, and the door of the ward was pushed open with both hands.

"Quan'er, you are here! Miracle doctor, this is what I told you, my son Ma Mingquan!" Mr. Ma said cheerfully.

Fu Zhi: "..."

Fu Zhi didn't want to talk, she was wrong, she shouldn't have brought Lin back to the hospital for the convenience of the old man today.

"Dad, how is your health?" Ma Mingquan pushed open the door, finished the first sentence, and finally met Fu Zhi who was in the ward with a startled expression, "Fu Zhi? Didn't you go to see your grandma?!"

There are two more, eight more every day!