"Smell of sweat?"
in unison.
I was shocked.
Does it have such a strong, pungent smell of sweat?
The taste is completely indescribable; it's an indescribable feeling.
Sang Ning hummed in agreement and explained under the incredulous gazes of the four, "This is the smell when dampness is expelled."
As she spoke, she stretched her shoulders and neck.
Amidst the cracking sounds of her joints, she flexed her wrists and said, "Go lie down properly."
What are you doing?
Amu felt a little panicked. Sang Ning's posture made it seem like he was about to give him a good beating.
"I'll give you a massage, and I guarantee you'll sleep like a log."
Amu paused for two seconds, then asked, "What if I'm under the influence of the medication?"
"It's okay, I'll give you an injection and you'll wake up, it won't affect your sleep at night."
Amu believed it, and then he lay on the bed like a fish on a chopping board, letting Sang Ning toss and turn him over.
Amidst the cracking and snapping sounds, his cries, initially filled with pain, transformed into moans of pleasure.
Then, he stopped humming and started snoring.
"Asleep?"
Old Yun stared in shock. Not only did he know what Amu's situation was, but all the shop owners on the street knew as well.
For two whole years, Amu hasn't had a single good night's sleep.
Despite being an elite human, he suffers from chronic headaches and insomnia, resulting in a mental state worse than that of humans from impoverished planets.
People who don't know him might think he's a late-stage genetic disease patient.
This shows just how bad Amu's situation was.
But now, the person who always suffers from insomnia, nightmares, and headaches has completely relaxed his brows, which had been furrowed for a long time and had developed lines, and a relaxed smile has appeared on his face.
But none of that matters. The important thing is that this guy sleeps soundly, snoring loudly.
Before Wang Laowu even entered the shop, he heard a rhythmic snoring sound that sounded like thunder. He raised an eyebrow in surprise, stepped inside, and said, "Why is he sleeping in someone else's shop?"
“It’s Amu who’s sleeping.”
Old Yun explained.
"???"
Wang Laowu was shocked. "Amu is asleep?"
"She's asleep."
Pointing to Amu, who had rolled over and was sleeping sprawled out, Old Yun said softly, "Sang Ning gave him an acupuncture needle and then pressed him down a lot, managing to get him into a deep sleep."
Upon hearing the voice, Wang Laowu looked at Sang Ning, paused for two seconds, and then decisively extended his hand to her, "Hello Sang Ning, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm a loyal fan of yours."
Sang Ning: "Hello."
She reached out and shook hands with Wang Laowu, her gaze sweeping over his face. Just as she was about to say, "Let me take your pulse," Lao Yun interrupted—
"You're still watching Survival on a Deserted Planet?"
“Look, I watched it from beginning to end.”
Wang Laowu chuckled, and Luo Tianya, unable to hide his curiosity, asked, "What's your name?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Laowu froze. Lao Yun, unaware of his silence, assumed he hadn't heard clearly and, true to his brotherly nature, answered for him, "Stars and lanterns."
"Twinkling stars?"
This time, it was Sang Ning and his group who were shocked; they really remembered that name.
Initially a hater, later a die-hard fan.
They even donated nutrient solutions to planet E72, which cost them quite a bit.
They never expected to meet Starlight in the black market of Running Star; it was truly fate.
"Yes, I am the starlight."
Wang Laowu chuckled awkwardly. Old Yun, belatedly realizing something was amiss, looked at Sang Ning and the others, then at Wang Laowu, and laughed.
"You two know each other?"
"It doesn't count."
The four exchanged a glance, tacitly refraining from revealing the good deed they had done when they lit up the stars.
Old Yun said "Oh," and asked Wang Laowu, "When exactly will Sang Ning's order arrive?"
Wang Laowu checked the time. "The first order is almost here, but the second order will have to wait."
Old Yun said "Oh," and looked at Sang Ning, "I see you're just idling around anyway, how about you give me some acupuncture?"
Sang Ning's lips twitched slightly. "You don't need an injection."
"What about a massage?"
"...That's fine, but the massage fee will have to be calculated separately."
"How many?"
Sang Ning held out one hand. "Five hundred."
"Two hundred for a doctor's visit, five hundred for a massage? Are you butchering a pig?"
"???"
Goodness, this is a complete misunderstanding.
Five hundred yuan.
That's a good option.
"make a deal."
So the two exchanged their terminal numbers and became friends.
Soon, Lao Yun's five hundred yuan was transferred over.
Just as Sang Ning was about to have him lie down next to Amu, he heard him say, "How do I pay for that consultation?"
"Pay one-third of the consultation fee first, pay another third after the ten-day course of medicine shows improvement, and pay the remaining third when the condition is completely cured."
"OK!"
He was a straightforward person; he transferred a third of the consultation fee to Sang Ning's account without a second thought.
Wang Laowu asked in confusion, "Lao Yun, what's wrong with you?"
"A minor problem."
Sexual dysfunction is not a shameful problem, but it hurts a man's self-esteem.
Therefore, Lao Yun did not intend to tell Lao Wang the truth.
But Lao Wang isn't stupid; if it were a minor ailment, the consultation fee wouldn't have reached over 600,000 to nearly 700,000 yuan, which is only a third of the total.
Even if Sang Ning has the title of the only traditional Chinese medicine practitioner in the entire universe, she is not worth this price.
Therefore, he chose to ask Sang Ning directly, "What exactly is wrong with Lao Yun?"
Sang Ning found it strange. Had she somehow given Lao Wang the wrong impression that she was someone who would leak patients' privacy?
Amu knew because he was present at the time, and it couldn't be kept secret.
She naturally couldn't tell Old Wang, who later missed the crucial period.
"I'm sorry, but doctors need to protect patients' privacy."
As she spoke, she rubbed her hands together and placed them on Lao Yun's shoulders. Upon touching him, she clicked her tongue and said, "Your neck and shoulder stiffness is quite severe."
"If it gets serious, oh my god..."
The sudden onslaught of pain made him scream uncontrollably, and tears welled up in his eyes like a burst dam.
"You, you're so gentle...it hurts, it hurts...ouch..."
"Bear with it, the pain will pass."
Sang Ning remained unmoved and increased the force in his hand. Instantly, another wave of intense, aching pain surged through him.
Old Yun finally couldn't hold back anymore and understood why Amu screamed so pitifully like a pig being slaughtered when he was being held down.
This is unbearable!
It was so intense, and it hurt too.
Mu Tao picked at her ear and said to Luo Tianya, "It looks so exciting."
Luo Tianya hummed in agreement, his eyes sparkling with eagerness. He said softly, "Big Peach, what do you say, let's give it a try?"
"···"
Looking at Lao Yun, whose tears were streaming down his face, and then at Amu, who was still fast asleep despite Lao Yun's screams and wails, Mu Tao gritted her teeth and said, "We can give it a try."
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