"Don't you feel anything at all?"

Elliott started to help him think of the problem, "Could it be that you're too tense?"

Emmanuel remained silent for a while, then hesitated and said, "It's probably related to this. After she suddenly dislocated my wrist joint that day, I wanted to curse her, but I was worried that she would dislocate all my joints, so I didn't dare to."

"Then for the past few days, I've been cursing her in my dreams every night. Every time I start cursing, she dislocates my joints, which scares me awake."

Everyone was speechless.

Okay, now they know why Emmanuel has nightmares.

"How come I didn't know you were such a coward and so afraid of Sang Ning?"

Elliott couldn't understand why this guy, who always seized every opportunity to fight him, never hesitated to kill insects on the battlefield, and even dared to single-handedly venture into the insect nest to take down the insect queen, would be afraid of Sangnin.

To be so afraid that you have nightmares is absolutely outrageous.

"Sang Ning,"

After a pause, Louis lied and said, "Aside from her bad temper and her tendency to make us do chores, she's generally a very good person."

"I didn't say anything bad about her."

Emmanuel felt he was about to lose his way, so he decided to give up and said, "I don't know why, but I'm just a little afraid of her."

"I always felt that she had a murderous aura about her, the kind that could make things crystal clear for people."

Elliott and the others didn't feel this way, probably because they didn't want to scold Sanning, and they hadn't had their joints dislocated by Sanning.

Are you sure you're okay?

Clyde's gaze fell on his dark circles. "You haven't slept well for several nights in a row. Your dark circles are quite heavy. Why don't you ask Sang Ning to take a look?"

Emmanuel refused, "No need."

He must be crazy to think of seeing Sang Ning. What if Sang Ning finds out that he's having nightmares because of her, and she gets so angry that she dislocates his joints?

Never, ever look at Sang Ning.

"I can adjust it myself."

Then he extinguished the torch and said, "Go to sleep. When you wake up, it will be a brand new day."

"I'm sure I can adjust."

Elliott and the others, "..."

He didn't seem very confident; I always felt he couldn't adjust well.

Or perhaps they should talk to Sanning about Emmanuel's situation when it gets light.

So, having made up their minds, Elliott and his companions told Sunning about Emmanuel's situation early the next morning.

After hearing what had happened, Sang Ning's lips twitched slightly, and he said decisively, "It was caused by mental stress and excessive thinking. It's a result of both emotional and psychological changes. He'll be fine once he adjusts himself."

“(⊙o⊙)…”

The others stared at her in disbelief, and Luo Tianya asked with a look of doubt, "Why are you so sure?"

“Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, listening, questioning and palpation. I looked at Emmanuel’s face and found that apart from his dark circles, everything else was normal. Combined with what you said, it was easy to determine where the problem was.”

Sang Ning explained something, and the others suddenly understood.

Elliott asked, "Should we take a look and boil some medicine for him to drink?"

"unnecessary."

Every medicine has some degree of toxicity, so it's best to avoid using medicine if possible.

"Let him adjust on his own; it's not too late to use medication if he can't adjust on his own."

"Do you have medicine?"

"have."

Sang Ning nodded, "There are quite a few medicinal herbs in the warehouse that are suitable for the symptoms. Just pick a few and you can make a prescription."

"Since there is medicine, I think it can help him get rid of it as soon as possible."

Clyde said seriously, and Sanning was speechless, "The idea of ​​'getting rid of him as soon as possible' is just a nice gesture to those who know the situation, but those who don't might think you're trying to send Emmanuel away from this world."

After making a complaint, she said seriously, "As for what you think is acceptable, it's not acceptable here."

“Emmanuel needs to regulate his own emotions. The medication he is taking now is only treating the symptoms, not the root cause, as it hasn’t helped him regulate his emotions.”

As she spoke, she glanced at the time. "There's a lot to do today. What would you like to eat? I'll make it. Once I'm done, we'll get to work."

What's going on today?

The loom has been made. The only problem is that the cotton-fluffing machine hasn't been made yet, but they've come up with a better solution: once the cloth is woven, they can have the monkey head mushroom press the cotton.

Press each piece of fabric together, then fold them together and press them tightly. Make a cloth bag to cover it, and you'll have a quilt.

Sang Ning had no idea what they were thinking. She said seriously, "Try weaving cloth, and once you succeed, continue to figure out how to fluff cotton."

"I still need to find some plants to dye the fabric."

"Huh?"

Louis was quite surprised and said, "Plants can be used for dyeing?"

"able!"

"Okay, you can decide on breakfast, we're not picky."

"Okay, remember to turn the soil over."

"no problem."

So, Sunning went to the kitchen, Elliott and the others went to till the ground, and as for Louis, he went to study how to weave cloth on a loom.

When they arrived, they found Monet sitting in front of a loom, wrapping cotton that had been pressed into thin sheets by monkey head mushrooms around something called a spindle.

What are you doing?

Seeing this, Louis moved closer to Monet and asked curiously.

Monet was carefully and awkwardly drawing the thread, her forehead covered in sweat, when she heard this and said, "I feel like I know how to use this thing."

"I want to try and see if I can get the wire out."

"Then give it a try."

Louis became interested and squatted down to watch Monet work, much to the delight of the audience.

Do you think Nana will succeed?

[It's hard to say. If she succeeds, she'll be in big trouble. For the sake of the cloth, her position as the second-in-command will pretty much be set for Sang Ning.]

Of the basic necessities of life—clothing, food, shelter, and transportation—clothing comes first. If Monet could truly master textile techniques, she could easily become the boss.

[The prerequisite for being a leader is success; otherwise, it's all for naught.]

Even if she succeeded, it would be a waste; she couldn't beat Sang Ning, who knew how to dislocate joints.

[Hahaha, I feel like this joke about Sang Ning dislocating joints is going to never end.]

I don't know about others, but I certainly wouldn't dare offend someone who knows how to compromise their principles.

They make it sound like they dare to do it.

However, having someone around who can dislocate joints isn't entirely without its advantages; at least you won't need surgery if your joint is dislocated or misaligned.

It's as simple as pushing and twisting; for people who are prone to dislocations, it's practically a lifesaver.

I think the medical center needs to work harder. There are clearly simpler and more convenient ways to treat and resolve dislocations; surgery could really be eliminated.

The key issue is that Sang Ning doesn't know how to teach students; we've already asked her for her methods o(╥﹏╥)o

[People from the medical center upstairs?]

[Yes, I'm a pharmacist in the medical center's pharmaceutical department. I'm very interested in Sang Ning's light green ointment for treating bruises and sprains, and I plan to become a regular viewer in Sang Ning's live stream from now on.]

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