Morning sickness during divorce, was bumped into by ex-husband kneeling and begging for remarriage

Su Nanxing couldn't help but imagine how personable and handsome this man would be if he was like a normal person.

Even at this moment, he was sitting in a wheelchair, his face was frightening.

But this ugliness was forcibly suppressed by his overly perfect eyebrows and eyes.

Su Nanxing admitted that she was a Yangou. When she was in school, she fell in love with Lu Beiyuan at first sight.

After contacting and understanding more, liking turned into love.

But this relationship really starts with appearance.

Looking at the face in front of him, even if what he said before was too much, Su Nanxing felt that he could not forgive him.

"The hospital has VIP rooms, and there is also a special recuperation ward for high-ranking officials..."

"Are you worthy of me?" The man looked at the world with disdain, his arrogance was so natural.

Su Nanxing didn't understand: "Is the accommodation more important than your body?"

"Of course." Fu Yanzhou glanced at her: "Besides, it's still unknown how your treatment level is."

Su Nanxing tilted his head: "Otherwise, shall I give you a few needles first?"

Fu Yanzhou sized her up from top to bottom: "Prick it with your hands?"

Since going to work, Su Nanxing has resumed her previous habit of always carrying a set of compact and convenient acupuncture tools wherever she goes.

Under Fu Yanzhou's gaze, she unhurriedly took out a small cloth bag from her pocket.

There was a table next to her. She unfolded the cloth bag, and the needles inside were only five or six centimeters long. There seemed to be dozens of them, and they were shining silver.

Fu Yanzhou curled his fingers slightly.

Su Nanxing didn't ignore his small gesture, and said with a smile, "Mr. Fu is afraid of needles, right?"

Her aggressive method was very clumsy, but Fu Yanzhou was fooled: "How is it possible!"

However, he quickly reacted: "You know me?"

Su Nanxing was not sure about his identity.

But when the lights came on, she knew it.

There is only one young man with paralysis of the lower limbs, rich and powerful, and such a good-looking young man in the entire Mo City.

Fu Yanzhou.

The status of the Fu family in Mocheng is comparable to that of the Lu family.

But unlike Lu Jiagen Zhengmiaohong, it is said that the ancestors of the Fu family were born as bandits. Today, they are rich as an enemy, but they have a lot of gray industries in their hands.

It's just that in Fu Yanzhou's generation, the Fu family got involved in some fights because of the issue of standing in line.

After that, there was no danger, but Su Nanxing heard that the Fu family was still hurt.

And... Fu Yanzhou's family members were killed or injured by accidents within a year.

It was an accident, but the real reason was not that simple.

Su Nanxing doesn't care about these things, not to mention that the Fu family has always kept a low profile, and she has never met Fu Yanzhou.

But she had also heard of Fu Yanzhou's name.

Handsome, ruthless, paranoid, even a little sick.

When the light came on, and seeing this face, Su Nanxing confirmed his identity.

"Fu Shao's name is like thunder." Su Nanxing said, "So, Fu Shao, can we start?"

Fu Yanzhou looked ugly, pondered for a few seconds, and made the last struggle: "Have you sterilized your needle?"

Su Nanxing smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm a professional."

Fu Yanzhou said coldly; "If you can really cure my leg, I will promise you anything you want. But if I know that you are talking nonsense, make fun of me...Su Nanxing, you will die!"

He looked extremely cold, with dark eyes.

But Su Nanxing saw the timidity in his eyes when he stared at the silver needle.

Who would have thought that the heir to the Fu family, who was rumored to be ruthless and indifferent, was afraid of injections like a child.

Because of this, Su Nanxing inexplicably felt that he was a little aggressive, so she took out a silver needle: "I will prove myself. Mr. Fu, can we start?"

Fu Yanzhou has seen famous doctors all over the world, even if everyone is helpless, he doesn't want to give up.

He doesn't want to be a loser.

He is very ambitious, so naturally he will not accept being in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, he will try.

It's not that I haven't seen Chinese medicine before, but even the most well-known master of Chinese medicine in China said that his situation is not optimistic.

Acupuncture has been tried many times, but it has no effect.

Fu Yanzhou experienced some bad things when he was a child, and he had a psychological shadow on injections.

At the beginning of the disease, he endured the fear in his heart and started acupuncture.

It's useless.

Over the past few years, he has been avoiding injections as much as possible.

Unexpectedly, after going round and round, he finally chose Chinese medicine again.

In other words, subconsciously, he is still willing to believe in the medical skills that have been passed down and flourished in his country for thousands of years.

Even if Chinese medicine is declining now.

But Fu Yanzhou never expected that it was such a young female doctor who finally came to him.

He had already let out his cruel words, and meeting Sunanxing's bright eyes, he said as if a strong man broke his wrist: "Where is the tie?"

Su Nanxing stood beside him and said, "Look up, close your eyes, open your mouth, yes..."

"Wait!" Fu Yanzhou subconsciously followed her words just now, and suddenly realized that he opened his eyes to look at her: "Open your mouth? What do you mean?"

"It means, I want to pierce the acupuncture point on your tongue..."

"Nonsense!" Fu Yanzhou was furious: "What acupuncture points are there on the tongue!"

Su Nanxing looked at him innocently: "You don't know, it doesn't mean there are no. There are many acupuncture points on the tongue!"

Fu Yanzhou was so angry that he tightly grasped the armrest of the wheelchair: "Are you kidding me?"

Su Nanxing blinked: "How could I play tricks on you, I have always been serious and responsible to patients."

"What I want to cure is a leg, you pierce my tongue?"

"I'll talk about the treatment of the legs later. The most urgent thing is to solve the problem of your lack of energy and blood. If you don't eat, your energy and blood will not improve. If your energy and blood do not increase, your legs will have no hope of healing. Do you understand? "

I understand it.

But Fu Yanzhou couldn't accept it!

The silver needles on the body are already terrible!

It even sticks on the tongue!

What kind of nightmare existence is that!

A few minutes later, Fu Yanzhou raised his head and opened his mouth without love, and accepted Su Nanxing's treatment in an extremely ridiculous posture.

After Su Nanxing finished the piercing, he found that the man's back was stiff and his big hands were clenched into fists. He was obviously too nervous.

Su Nanxing was inexplicably amused, and secretly delighted that "such a powerful man also has weaknesses and I discovered them".

It was almost time, and Su Nanxing took off the needle.

Fu Yanzhou's tongue was so painful that it was numb.

There are many blood vessels and nerves on the tongue, so if you accidentally bite it while eating, it hurts unbearably.

What's more, you need to insert needles on the acupuncture points.

But Fu Yanzhou didn't say a word.

Su Nanxing still admired him: "How do you feel now?"

Fu Yanzhou was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. He just stared at her fiercely with cold eyes and complained silently.

Su Nanxing said: "I used a special method. Although you don't belong to anorexia nervosa, your body's reaction is similar. Do you now... have any desire to eat?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a clear grunt came from Fu Yanzhou's abdomen.