902: Treatment

Treatment

"Stop laughing. Is it that funny?"1

Bai Zhou pretended to be angry, but he felt exceptionally embarrassed.

They were all men, so there was nothing to be surprised about. However, Bai Zhou felt embarrassed that he had done such a stupid thing, but it was said in front of everyone.

He had even forced Xiao Zhen to say it.

He was crying because of his stupidity.

Yun Buyao laughed for a long time. In the end, she was so tired that she was out of breath. She held her stomach and nodded. "Alright, I won't laugh anymore. I won't laugh anymore."

Bai Zhou glared at Xiao Zhen and turned away in anger.

Xiao Zhen said to Yun Buyao, "Your insomnia is severe. You have to improve it."

Yun Buyao sat on the sofa and picked up her wine glass to take a sip. Then, she said indifferently, "It's an old problem. Perhaps it's because of my irregular schedule in the production team."

"Besides, it's not like I haven't tried other methods. I've also taken sleeping pills. Sometimes, I'm tired during the day and try my best not to sleep. In the end, I'm abnormally energetic at night."

As she spoke, Yun Buyao couldn't help but smile. "How can celebrities have the right to rest more? But thank you for your concern."

"Don't you know the Spiritual Art? Just hypnotize yourself," Si Yuehan suddenly said softly.

"Tsk…" Yun Buyao couldn't help but laugh when she heard that. "You want me to hypnotize myself with a mirror? I've tried it before, but it didn't work. The Spiritual Art only works on others."

"Besides, insomnia and hypnosis are two completely different things. Even if you enter a hypnotic state, you're not sleeping. So I still won't be asleep."

"How many hours do you sleep in a day now?" Xiao Zhen looked at Yun Buyao and asked.

Yun Buyao thought for a moment and curled her lips. "Three hours? Four to five hours at best, but that's relatively rare. At the worst, I might not be able to sleep for a night."

"But with the mental cultivation techniques, I don't think I'll feel tired even if I don't sleep."

As soon as Yun Buyao finished speaking, Xiao Zhen suddenly stood up and returned to the suite on the second floor.

Everyone looked at his back suspiciously. Not long after, Xiao Zhen returned with a leather bag in his hand.

Everyone understood that Xiao Zhen wanted to treat Yun Buyao's illness.

"You want to poke me?" Yun Buyao smiled and said, "Can this be treated? I heard from the doctor that insomnia is very difficult to treat."

Xiao Zhen unwrapped the leather roll on the glass coffee table in front of the sofa and opened it. There were over a hundred hair-thin silver needles inside. They seemed to be thinner than ordinary acupuncture needles.

"Lie down first," Xiao Zhen said expressionlessly.

Although his tone was indifferent, his actions were obviously concerned about his companions.

Yun Buyao raised her eyebrows and obediently lay on the sofa.

"Close your eyes and don't think about anything," Xiao Zhen said and walked to the side of the sofa. Chi Yang quickly brought him a chair.

Yun Buyao slowly closed her eyes. The others also looked over curiously. Because no one had seen Xiao Zhen treat someone with their own eyes, they were all curious.

Xiao Zhen did not have any other movements or thoughts. He grabbed two needles from his bag and stabbed them into Yun Buyao's acupuncture points decisively and skillfully.

"This is the first time I've seen you take the initiative to treat others," Bai Zhou couldn't help but say.

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