"So, there's still hope for me?"

Sang Ning's lips twitched. "I don't think I ever said you were hopeless."

He hadn't said it, but Qin Yan was worried.

Now, he's not worried anymore.

After a flurry of chiropractic adjustments, Sang Ning patted his back and said, "Get up and move your shoulder blades around a bit."

"Okay!"

Qin Yan got out of bed, stretched his body, and then gave her a thumbs up with a happy expression.

"Girl, your skills are amazing."

Previously, his shoulder spine was so painful that he couldn't move it, but now he can hardly feel it, as if his rusty joints have come back to life.

Incredibly flexible.

"I feel like my neck is incredibly flexible right now, you'll see for yourselves."

As he spoke, he twisted his head violently, just like someone who had an epileptic seizure.

He twisted and turned, and with a snap, his neck became crooked.

"Ouch, that fucking hurts!"

He clutched his neck and squatted down in obvious pain, leaving Qin Heng and the others dumbfounded.

"So, you twisted your neck?"

"It's obvious."

Sang Ning stepped forward, patted his hand to signal him to let go, and said irritably, "Serves you right for being so reckless."

"Let go right now, I'll straighten you out."

"Oh, oh, oh."

Qin Yan withdrew his hand, and Sang Ning placed one hand on his chin and the other on the back of his neck, and said with a smile, "Old Qin, let me ask you a question."

"What's the problem? Click..."

Before he could finish speaking, Sang Ning swiftly and accurately turned his neck back into place. Qin Yan was so frightened that the hairs on his body stood on end. He exclaimed, "Holy crap, you did this without even saying a word!"

"The effect isn't as good once you've made arrangements."

Sang Ning said matter-of-factly, while patting his shoulder, "Take it easy next time. You really can't play with your neck like that. If you twist it again and I'm not around, you'll have to lie in the medical pod for long-term treatment."

Upon hearing this, Qin Yan nodded in terror, as if he had seen a ghost.

"I understand, I promise I won't play with my neck next time."

Everyone felt that something was off about what was said, but they couldn't quite put their finger on what it was.

Seeing that Qin Yan's neck had healed, Mo Nainai asked, "Ningning, do you want to give him acupuncture?"

"Needle."

The sooner the acupuncture is done, the sooner it will be over.

So, Qin Yan, whose neck had returned to normal, went back to bed and was pricked like a hedgehog by Sang Ning.

All the gold needles were trembling. Qin Yan, lying on the bed, couldn't see what his back looked like, but he had a basis in the fact that Qin Heng's head had been pierced like a hedgehog before.

He could imagine it.

At first, he was quite relaxed and said, "It doesn't hurt at all, and I don't feel anything else."

"·····"

Hearing his obviously relaxed words, Sang Ning remained silent for two seconds before saying, "You'll feel it soon."

"How does it feel?"

It's naturally a bad feeling.

However, Sang Ning didn't intend to say that, but instead said, "You'll find out soon enough."

Qin Yan, "!!!"

Oh no, a bad feeling crept into my heart.

"Could you tell me about it first, so I can be mentally prepared?"

"It might feel a little numb, a little painful, and a little hot."

Sang Ning wasn't entirely sure, since she had never given herself such extensive injections before.

Qin Yan fell silent. He wasn't afraid when he didn't speak, but he was even more afraid when he did.

He couldn't imagine what it felt like to feel a little numb, a little painful, and a little hot.

But soon, he found out.

It's uncomfortable, the kind of discomfort that makes your whole body feel uncomfortable.

He grumbled and asked Sang Ning, who had gone to the side to sort through the packages, "Can you help me feel better? I'm really feeling terrible."

"It won't help."

Sang Ning put the Polygonum multiflorum aside and promised Mr. Gerald that he would get him a product to treat baldness.

It's so annoying to have to come up with so many product lines in such a short time. It's driving me crazy.

She wanted to quit, but when she thought about the shares and the money that would come in later, she felt she could do it again.

It's just a little tough now, no problem. As long as we have money, everything is fine.

"Ningning, where do we put this?"

Monet brought out a box of astragalus and asked her, Sang Ning glanced at it and said, "Put it together with the previous golden thread lotus."

Monet, "..."

To be honest, she didn't even know what *Anoectochilus roxburghii* was.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Sang Ning looked up and immediately laughed.

"Don't you recognize me?"

Mo Nai Nai hummed in agreement, and Sang Ning smiled, "Over there."

As she spoke, she pointed to the box containing the golden thread lotus.

Mo Nai Nai said "oh," picked up Huang Qi and ran to the location of Jin Xian Lian, put down the box, and then ran back to continue her work.

Time passed by, and everyone was busy.

Qin Yan couldn't hold back any longer.

He wailed, "Sang Ning, you're going to die."

Sang Ning glanced at the needles on his body and said calmly, "It will be almost done in two more minutes."

"real?"

Qin Yan's eyes lit up, and Sang Ning hummed in agreement.

"It couldn't be more true."

Two minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and Sang Ning had her needles removed.

Qin Yan felt instantly relieved, but then he smelled a strange odor.

What does it taste like?

"The smell of you."

Sang Ning pointed at his body and said, "Go take a shower quickly."

"Brother, you stink."

Qin Heng covered his nose with a look of disgust, while Qin Yan exclaimed, "!!!"

This is only possible because he's his own brother. If anyone else dared to talk to him like that, they would have been slapped long ago.

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