The daughter of the medical school is so handsome

"Then what should I do?"

Feng Zehe touched his often painful calf, "You can't give your fourth uncle a half treatment."

"I'll give you acupuncture for the first two times, and for the last time, you can go to Mr. Tang to help you."

Feng Qi said, "He still has the ability to give you the third injection."

"I'm afraid Mr. Tang doesn't have time."

Feng Zehe begged Feng Qi with a bitter face, "Can't you go to the capital for fourth uncle? Fourth uncle will provide you with food, drink and accommodation, and promise not to lie to you to give him treatment."

"No."

Feng Qi flatly refused, "I'll tell Mr. Tang, he probably won't refuse."

"Fourth Uncle, I'll go to the capital to give you the third injection before that time. I also know how to do acupuncture."

Feng Yin didn't know where it came from, she said to Feng Zehe.

"Is Yinyin okay?"

Feng Zehe asked Feng Qi, since Feng Yin learned acupuncture from Feng Qi, Feng Yin never reported her situation to Feng Zehe.

Feng Qi doesn't know how Feng Yin has improved in the past two months, but two months ago, because Feng Yin practiced Qi Refining under her guidance, she was able to control Qi on silver needles, and she also mastered Tou Xin Liang well. , the feeling of coldness could soon catch up with Tang Qingyuan.

It's been two months now, so it should be even better.

However, she also guessed Fengyin's intention to go to the capital.

"It should be possible, if she can focus on improving her medical skills during this time."

Feng Qi said.

"Sister Qiqi, I've been working hard."

Feng Yin said.

"Oh, that's fine."

Feng Qi said to Feng Zehe, "Fourth Uncle, then let Yinyin give you the third injection."

"Alright."

Feng Zehe nodded, he also wanted to try Fengyin's acupuncture skills, in case she was okay, maybe...

Feng Qi took out the silver needle and began to do acupuncture for Feng Zehe.

Feng Qi lightly twisted the silver needle——

A chill, ranging from light to severe, ran across Feng Zehe's calf, as if an ice needle had pierced it...

"All right!"

It only took 3 minutes for Feng Qi to pull out the silver needle and put it away, "Fourth Uncle, your legs will hurt a lot later, you have to find a place to lie down quickly."

"Thank you."

Feng Zetian stood up, his calf was aching, he hurried back to his own room to lie down, then his calf seemed to be shot by thousands of arrows, the pain was so painful that he couldn't live without it, and he was howling.

Feng Qi really couldn't hear it, so she entered his room, sealed his sleeping hole, and let him sleep soundly, so that he wouldn't feel the pain.

Feng Qi returned to the desk, looked down and saw the lock of the drawer, which seemed to have been tampered with again.

She opened it and found that the ancient Hua Tuo medical books were missing.

"Fengyin, give me back my things!"

Feng Qi walked to the door of Feng Yin's room next door, and said coldly.

Feng Yin's heart was startled, she thought she was asking about the mobile phone card, and hurriedly did not call herself, "When I gave your number to Mr. Li, the mobile phone accidentally dropped, and your mobile phone card fell out. I don’t know where I dropped it, and I can’t find it.”

"Oh? Have you ever touched my phone?"

Feng Qi thought of Dong Junlin's saying that she blocked him, and asked coldly, "What's your intention?"

"I really don't have any intentions. Aunt Zhang said that Mr. Li wanted to find your mobile phone. I think Mr. Li has more intentions."

Feng Yin said with an innocent face.

"Before I get angry, you'd better return my phone card and that roll of bamboo slips to me immediately!"

Feng Qi said coldly, "You have to know, if I seal your Lingzhi acupoint, even a god can't unseal it."

Feng Yin shuddered, fearing that Feng Qi would really suffer if she did this.

She couldn't allow herself to act like a fool without any intelligence.

Just thinking about it gives goosebumps all over my arms.

She quickly took out the mobile phone card from the drawer, and handed the roll of bamboo slips to Feng Qi.

"You'd better do it well in the future, my tolerance is limited."

Feng Qi said to Feng Yin coldly.

"Sister Qiqi, I won't dare in the future."

Feng Yin saw that Feng Qi's words meant to forgive her, so she hurriedly said obediently.

Feng Qi brought the things over, ignored her, and went straight to her room.

Originally, she didn't intend to forgive Fengyin, and even wanted to take revenge, but for some reason, when she saw Fengyin, she would inexplicably feel a pitiful feeling of pity, which prevented her from really taking action.

Maybe she thinks that Fengyin is just a little girl, and she is not very healthy mentally.

After seeing Feng Qi leave, Feng Yin immediately closed the door, sat on the chair, her body was trembling along with her heart...

-

The next day, the mock exam for the third year of high school began.

Song Minghui and Feng Qi were assigned to the same test room, but there were several seats in between.

Feng Qi was in the first position in the front row, and Song Minghui was in the last position.

Song Minghui looked at Feng Qi who was sitting safely in front of him, his heart was moved, and he really wanted her to turn around and smile at him.

However, she never looked back, as if she hadn't noticed him at all, which made him very disappointed.

The first subject was Chinese, and after the Chinese test papers were handed out, Song Minghui's eyes still stayed on Feng Qi.

He saw Feng Qi skim through the test paper after getting it, and then lowered his head to do it, very focused and serious.

"Song Minghui, why haven't you started making papers yet?"

The invigilator was his Chinese teacher Wang Cuicui. Seeing him holding the paper, looking at Feng Qi in front of him in despair, he tapped on his desktop to remind him, "This time the paper is not easy, and you don't have much time to waste. .”

Song Minghui's heart tightened, and he hurriedly lowered his head to read the paper.

Sure enough, it was a difficult topic, which made it difficult for him to do it smoothly.

However, Chinese has never been his good subject. Every time he takes an exam, he can't be top-notch, but only average.

The exam lasted for two hours, but one hour later, when everyone was still writing the basic questions, Feng Qi stood up and asked, "Teacher, can I hand in the paper in advance?"

"can."

Wang Cuicui frowned and looked at Feng Qi, "You won't tell me, have you already done it?"

"Well, it's done, and I checked it again, I don't want to waste time sitting here."

Feng Qi answered, then went up with the paper, handed it to Wang Cuicui, and left the classroom.

As soon as she left the classroom, Song Minghui immediately felt empty in his heart, as if a piece had been dug away by someone.

However, he didn't have time to think about it, because he hadn't finished half of his papers yet.

Wang Cuicui picked up Feng Qi's paper to read.

Feng Qi used block letters, and the entire scroll was very neat and comfortable, completely different from those dog-like characters in the past.

Looking at her answers again, I found that they were all good answers, and there was nothing to deduct points for the basic questions.

Looking at the essay again, she was almost overwhelmed!

If Feng Qi had corrected this paper, she might have given it full marks!