"Qi circulation to invigorate the blood, treat insomnia, Admiral Bai is working too hard and needs to release some 'tired qi'. Don't say anything, Admiral Bai is the War God and needs to save face." Su Xiaocai started spouting nonsense again.
"Of course, of course." The key is that Professor Ai actually believed it.
The War God cannot admit he's tired, otherwise, the public would question his abilities.
His body was covered with over a dozen needles, resembling a porcupine with patchy hair loss.
Professor Ai thought, does it really have this effect? It seems a bit like a superstitious folk remedy.
Comparing Admiral Bai's acupoints on his body, Professor Ai, his curiosity piqued, said, "Can I try? I also suffer from insomnia."
Colonel Yuan and the secretary looked horrified, "Professor, it's fine for us young people to play around, but if anything happens to you, we can't take responsibility."
