His palm swept across the acupoints on his body, and Sean retrieved the nine silver needles in one hand.
Sean inserted the needles without hesitation again. This time, he inserted the nine needles at different acupoints on each leg.
The pill was the mainstay, while special needle treatment was the supplement.
Even if the results were not to Sean's satisfaction, he would do his best to minimize the possibility of after-effects.
Time ticked by.
In the twinkling of an eye, it was already midnight.
The lights in Sean's room were still on.
The lights slowly went out in the early morning.
...
The next day.
Willow went to call Sean for breakfast.
However, Sean, who usually got up early, was still in bed today.
"Sean, what's come over you? Are you sick?"
Willow put down what she was holding and touched Sean's forehead at the sight of him.
"I'm fine. I'm just a little tired."
Sean shook his head slightly and replied with a smile.
The face looked a little pale, and his lips were pale.
"You don't have a fever. What's come over you?"
Willow got up and helped Sean pour a glass of water.
"I went to the gym yesterday and worked out a little bit. I may have overworked a little.
"Willow, I'm not taking you to and fro work these two days. I want to get some rest."
Sean sat up with his arms propped up and took a drink from the water glass.
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