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"What, what?" Liao Yan had already sweated coldly on his forehead.

"She proposed to use photon technology to delay cell lesions during chemotherapy." The vice president's voice was light and without any bullying, as if he was: "But we all know that although photon technology can be used for systemic treatment, it will be very, very painful."

Liao Yan subconsciously said: "The patient will be given anesthetic before photon treatment." As soon as she said that, she was stunned, "Wait for the anesthetic."

She stepped forward and took the paper and looked carefully, saying, "Although I don't understand much about traditional Chinese medicine, this medicine seems to offset the anesthesia effect."

The vice president said lightly: "That is to say, if this method is used, even if the patient is given anesthetic, he will be offset by the drug component carried in the photon. This is equivalent to how many people can withstand the treatment without anesthesia?"

Liao Fang's face was pale.

Today, Western medicine is in power, and even many famous experts and professors do not understand traditional Chinese medicine, let alone the medicinal properties of a medicine. They all ignore this point, this fatal point!

If the vice president does not propose it, then the paper will be published as the second place in the competition and will be tested soon. At that time, the experimenter will experience a photon therapy like a thousand arrows piercing the heart. This is terrifying!

If this really happens, how embarrassing will the medical community be?!

Liao Yan tried hard to calm down and said: "Don't worry, I immediately asked the author of this paper to the General Association to question. This is really a joke. It's simply challenging the authority of the General Association!"

The vice president just put his eyes on the first place he chose and asked: "Who is the author?"

Liao Yan recalled: "He is a little famous child, who seems to be named Meng Zhen."

The vice president did not raise his eyelids and said, "After the question is over, she will be disqualified from practicing medicine."

"Okay." Liao Yan nodded.

The vice president pointed at the first place paper with his finger, "This person is quite interesting, bring it together."

"OK."

Jiang Xiu had no idea what was happening in the General Association. She fell asleep on the sofa with a bucket of popcorn in her arms. Today was the weekend. Fu Chenhan took a leave to accompany her at home. Jiang Xiu couldn't say that uncle, let's read medical books together. That way, the old man would probably press her to the bed to bully her to death. So she thought for a long time and only came up with the entertainment of watching a movie.

There is a small home theater in the villa in Chongmeng Shuicheng. Jiang Xiu found a lot of movies and finally chose an animation. She watched it with relish. An old man who was already in his thirties looked resentful and kissed Jiang Xiu and found a romantic movie to watch. Then Jiang Xiu fell asleep.

Fu Chenhan looked at her sleeping look and twitched, took a small blanket to cover Jiang Xiu. She felt it in her dream, so she moved her body and let out a small moan.

As soon as she moved, the collar that had been pulled open immediately slid off her shoulders, revealing her slender white neck and a little round shoulder. The collarbone and red mole on her neck looked like plum blossoms that suddenly bloomed in the snow.

Fu Chenhan lowered his eyes and looked for a while, slowly lowered his head, took a little flesh beside her red collarbone mole, and slowly planted a small strawberry.

The red is very beautiful.

Jiang Xiu frowned in her sleep, feeling a little uncomfortable. The air conditioner in the home theater was turned on very well. She probably felt a little cold, so she curled up slightly, which exposed the swan-like neck under the man's nose.

Fu Chenhan looked quietly for a while, held the sofa cushion next to Jiang Xiutou, and slowly savored her neck, as if she was tasting red wine.

Jiang Xiu's skin is thin and white and tender, just like a baby. Even though it is so gentle, it still leaves a lot of traces. From a distance, there are red plum trees blooming brightly in the snow, and even the shoulders are spots of light red.

Fu Chenhan's eyes became darker and darker, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss. He could hardly control himself and wanted to remove the soft and fragrant person into his stomach, but he tightened his fingers and did not disturb the dream anymore.

——Jiang Jiang is still young.

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when Jiang Xiu woke up. She rubbed her eyes and looked at Fu Chenhan in confusion, "Is the movie over?"

"Just now." Fu Chenhan looked at her: "Are you hungry? Aunt Tong made snacks."

Jiang Xiu nodded, wanting to go to the kitchen to get some snacks, but there was a decorative mirror at the door of the room. She was shocked and quickly covered her neck.

"What's wrong?" Fu Chenhan asked.

Jiang whispered, "Uncle, look at my neck."

Fu Chenhan pulled her to admire her masterpiece for a while before he said without changing his face: "It's bitten by a mosquito."

Jiang Xiu said, "But the windows are closed properly?"

How can I open the windows when I turn on the air conditioner?

Fu Chenhan was serious: "Maybe the window is not closed tightly, it's okay. If it's itchy, I'll give you some itchy water later."

"Oh." Jiang Xiaoxiu was not a good trick, so she nodded and believed it, and ran to the kitchen to serve pastries.

Aunt Tong saw her neck and asked, "Swishhui, what's wrong with her neck?"

Jiang Xiu touched his neck and said, "I was bitten by mosquitoes. Aunt Tong, do you have any mosquito repellent water?"

Aunt Tong and the others often have to organize the courtyard, and they will prepare mosquito repellent water. She has it.

Aunt Tong looked at Jiang Xiu's neck, and everyone could tell that it was not bitten by mosquitoes at all!! Which mosquito is so powerful that it feels like it makes a kiss mark!!

If Fu Chenhan hadn't been his boss, Aunt Tong would have wanted to point at his nose and scolded the beast!

But in fact, she could only touch her nose and silently said, "Well, I have it, I'll give it to you later."

"Thank you, Aunt Tong." Jiang Xiu didn't take it seriously and returned to the screening room with the pastry.

The pastries are pea yellow and yam jujube cakes. Jiang Xiu was watching the new movies in a row while eating. I don’t know if eating was like fighting when he was a child. If he didn’t eat quickly and was called away from work, he would have nothing to eat. Jiang Xiu was like a little hamster who only stocked up food, always stuffing his cheeks, and moving them all the way, making people want to poke them.

Fu Chenhan did whatever he thought, stretched out his finger and poked it—

Jiang Xiu turned around and glared at him, and said softly: "It hurts!"

Fu Chenhan laughed softly, "You just eat it by yourself and don't give it to me?"
Chapter completed!