After finally waiting for Fu Siyan to finish her meal, she walked to the sofa with clear eyes: "Dad, why are you looking at me like this?"
The eyes were still a bit cautious, but it seemed like she was back to the first daughter who was knowledgeable and polite.
She was afraid that her father would despise her, so she would always get the best scores and learn the best talents, just to get a praise from her father.
She tried hard to cover up her fear of her father in her bones and tried hard to get closer to her father...
Old Master Fu was a little dazed: "Siyan, how do you feel in your body now? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Fu Siyan shook her head: "Dad, I think it's pretty good now."
"What do you want to do now?"
Fu Siyan thought for a while: "I seem to have a son?"
What does it mean?
Fu Chenan frowned: "What do you remember?"
Fu Siyan tilted her head and thought for a while, shook her head: "But I don't remember who the child's father is..."
"Where is my child?"
When she saw Fu Siyan's thinking start to follow the old path again, Mr. Fu and Fu Youde hurriedly comforted her: "Chen An goes to work, and she will come here tonight..."
After this reminder, Fu Siyan immediately showed a sudden expression: "Yes, my son wants to work..."
Old Master Fu: "Dad to take your pulse?"
Fu Siyan sat over obediently and stretched out her wrist: "Please trouble dad."
After taking the pulse, Mr. Fu frowned unconsciously.
The pulse pattern showed that Fu Siyan was indeed much better, but she did not completely recover.
She now seemed to have tried hard to break one of the layers from countless layers of constraints, but there were many layers of constraints outside.
For example, her memory is missing, but she still doesn't remember who her child's father is.
The doctor said this situation before. Maybe the relationship caused too much damage to her, and she could not bear it, and subconsciously blocked that memory...
Forget it, it's better to count.
You can't ask this Gutan Pill to be a magical medicine. It will be completely cured after taking it once, right?
"You just got up, haven't you taken the medicine yet? Take the medicine first..."
Fu Siyan took the medicine obediently and looked at the nurse next to her: "Where is my easel? I want to draw."
The nurse looked at Mr. Fu blankly: Miss can still draw?
Mr. Fu hurriedly looked at Fu Youde: "Easel! Get an easel for the young lady."
So in the evening, when Fu Chenan and Xiao Yingchun came over, they saw Fu Siyan painting by the window.
The thick ink and colorful roses dotted among the green branches and leaves, filling the entire wall.
On the other side of the fence is a European-style castle.
The white exterior walls of the castle are hazy, and there is a hazy figure by the window.
Xiao Yingchun was stunned.
This is so beautiful...
Fu Chenan has already started to praise him every day: "Mom, where are you painting? This is so beautiful!"
Fu Siyan turned her head and looked at Fu Chenan and smiled: "Son, are you back? This is where I lived before..."
Fu Youde explained: "This villa is in Europe and was the place where the young lady often lived when she was studying."
Xiao Yingchun pointed to the hazy figure in the painting curiously and asked, "Who is this person?"
When everyone heard this, they looked at the hazy figure.
To be honest, we can only see from the painting that it is a person, and even men and women cannot tell.
Fu Siyan looked at the hazy figure and murmured to herself: "Yes, who is this person?"
She tilted her head and thought for a while, then suddenly she threw the brush and held her head with a painful expression.
"Who is this person? Why can't I remember..."
Seeing this, the doctor and Mr. Fu hurriedly stepped forward and called out, "Siyan?"
"Miss?" Fu Siyan seemed to be unable to hear it, and she began to pull her hair desperately and beat her head.
Seeing this, Fu Chenan slashed Fu Siyan's neck without saying a word.
Fu Siyan fell down in response, and no longer heard.
Mr. Fu and the doctor looked at Fu Chenan in shock.
Fu Chenan realized it and raised his hand to apologize: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid she will hurt me, so I react subconsciously..."
Old Master Fu comforted him: "It's okay, she almost walked around me back just now, you beat me very in time."
Fu Youde's eyes twitched violently: Although dizziness can prevent self-injury and self-harm, are there other ways to control it?
There is no need for the master to praise Fu Chenan specifically?
You are serious about spoiling your grandchildren.
When Fu Siyan was sent back to her room to rest, Mr. Fu then talked about what happened today.
Fu Chen'an and Xiao Yingchun realized that Fu Siyan had already improved a lot during the day.
Fu Chen'an asked back: "You mean, the effect of Gutan Pills is very good?"
Old Master Fu nodded: "Gutan Pills, she took them very effectively."
He turned around and asked her to take it for a while to see if it could be cured completely...
Old Mr. Fu combined the statements of traditional Chinese medicine, Western medicine, and psychologists to ask Fu Chenan to cooperate in daily life, and Fu Chenan agreed one by one.
When Fu Chenan and Xiao Yingchun left, Mr. Fu looked at Fu Youde: "You go and investigate, who is the figure in the painting of the eldest lady?"
A person who can make the eldest lady react so strongly but cannot remember it must be an ordinary housekeeper or servant.
It is likely that it is Fu Siyan's father.
The ancient castle has been managed and cleaned. As long as that person has appeared there, the housekeeper and servant will definitely have an impression...
Fu Youde hurried to go.
Old Master Fu looked at the direction of Fu Chen'an's house outside the window, his expression cold and fierce.
At the same time, the families of aristocratic families around the world have received the latest news: the grandson of the Fu family who has been missing for many years has been found.
A family thought it was "nothing to do with me" and pretended not to know.
Youshijia felt that "it was a good opportunity to bring closer relationship with the Fu family", so he chose to call, send messages, and send gifts to congratulate him.
Some people think: This must be fake!
Even if it is true, it must be made false.
If it really cannot be fake, it will become dead.
This wave of people is the branch of the Fu family who was divided into families during the Qing Dynasty.
The Fu family's branch learned some of the Fu family's subtle medical skills, and they were even doing well among the people, and some even became famous local doctors.
Watching the long queues at the entrance of his clinic, the famous old Chinese doctor Fu Baojin was not happy, but instead seemed to be on fire.
He is in his sixties and finally survives the current situation, and the whole city is famous.
But every city has few rich people and many ordinary people.
Based on urban consumption capacity, a patient can only charge more than 100 yuan, and he also has to hire people, get medicine, manage, and rank numbers...
After one day, I was so tired that my back was sore and my back hurt. I only earned tens of thousands of yuan after removing the labor and drug costs.
He was very dissatisfied with this kind of income that ordinary people could not even ask for.
If he can obtain the medical books that have been lost for a long time in the Fu family and study them thoroughly, he will become a well-known old Chinese doctor in the province and even the whole country and the world.
At that time, how could I have to work from morning to night?
Just just need to talk, the billionaires will hold a lot of money and ask themselves to continue their lives.
At that time, you will be able to see a patient number in one day or two, or even ten days or half a month!
The rest of the time?
Eat delicious and drink spicy food! Be chic and happy!
But he did not get the inheritance of the Fu family, so he could only watch a billionaire housekeeper say goodbye and leave.
The other party's words were full of regrets before leaving, but they were like a knife, stabbed into Fu Baojin's heart.
The butler said: "If you can get the inheritance of the Fu family and help the master cure the disease, let alone a million, even tens of millions, our master can afford it..." (End of this chapter)