"Fatty, wash your face and I'll give you two injections," Gu Feng said.

Fatty Yue was stunned: "Brother Feng, what do you mean?"

"You're sick."

"I'm sick? How could I be sick?"

Fatty Yue didn't believe it at all.

"Then I ask you, do you know how the wound on your face comes from? Do you know what you did after you go to bed?"

"What did you do?"

"You sleepwalking after you fall asleep."

"Sleepwalking?" Fatty Yue exclaimed: "How is this possible? If I had sleepwalking, how could I not know?"

Gu Feng smiled and said, "If you know, would it still be called sleepwalking?"

"Brother Feng, am I really sleepwalking?"

"Or where will the wound on your face come from? Stop talking nonsense, wash your face quickly and I'll give you a few needles."

Fatty Yue began to worry, "Brother Feng, can sleepwalking be cured?"

"As long as it is a disease, I can cure it." Gu Feng pretended to be a pussy.

Fatty Yue breathed a sigh of relief and hurried into the bathroom to clean his face.

Then, Gu Feng took out the golden needle.

Sleepwalking, in the eyes of traditional Chinese medicine, is a disease caused by blood deficiency or mental anxiety, which is a very common physiological phenomenon.

There are many ways to sleepwalking, some are ordinary and some are bizarre.

Some sleepwalking patients will involuntarily get up and talk nonsense after they are asleep, and even put on clothes and cook food without any frigidity.

Some people would run outside for a walk, then come back to continue sleeping, and wait until they wake up, and have no impression of what happened at night.

In traditional Chinese medicine, this falls into the category of "restlessness".

According to the Yin-Yang theory in the "Huangdi Neijing", the symptoms of sleepwalking can be roughly divided into the following points: one is caused by emotions, two is deficiency of the heart and spleen, three is insufficient heart and kidney, and four is panic disturbance of the spirit.

Before Fatty Yue showed this symptom, he was dumped by the female vote, which was hurt by his emotions.

Moreover, before the incident, he and Zhang Qian slept and discharged their essence, which was due to insufficient heart and kidneys.

"Fatty, have you encountered anything terrifying recently, or have you ever encountered something that makes you feel uneasy?" Gu Feng asked while disinfecting the golden needle.

Fatty Yue replied: "I haven't encountered any terrifying things, but I've been having nightmares recently."

"What nightmare?"

"I watched a TV series about zombies not long ago. During this period, I dreamed every night that I became a zombie, which made me restless."

Gu Feng was funny: "Fatty, do you know what you look like when you sleepwalking?"

"What does it look like?"

"You jumped around the room when you sleepwalking, like a zombie."

"No way?" Fatty Yue asked uneasily: "Can I be possessed by a zombie?"

Dong!

Gu Feng knocked on Fatty Yue's forehead hard and said angrily: "You're so damn, you're just sleepwalking. Hurry up, I'll give you a few injections."

Fatty Yue lay down on the sofa.

Gu Feng quickly applied acupuncture and pricked several acupuncture points such as Yue Fatty's Neiguan, Yintang, Taichong, etc.

Three minutes later, he took back the golden needle.

Fatty Yue asked, "Is this over?"

"What do you think?"

"Didn't it mean that sleepwalking is not easy to treat? Why did Brother Feng, you're over the treatment so soon?"

"Whether it is easy to treat, it depends on the doctor's ability. If others cannot cure the late stage of tuberculosis, will I also cure it?"

Fatty Yue laughed and said, "Brother Feng is still awesome."

"Touch it, is there any difference?" Gu Feng said.

Fatty Yue closed his eyes and felt it carefully, saying, "I feel much better and my wounds don't hurt anymore."

"That's right. The few injections I gave you just now are mainly to improve your vitality. However, if you want to completely cure your sleepwalking disease, you still need to take some medicine."

Gu Feng wrote a prescription on the paper:

Sixty grams of Bupleurum, twenty grams of Pinellia ternata, twenty grams of Scutellaria baicalensis, twenty grams of Codonopsis pilosula, twenty grams of moxa licorice, twenty grams of cinnamon twig, twenty grams of red peony root, twenty grams of ginger, and six jujubes.

Gu Feng handed the prescription to Fatty Yue and said, "This is Chaihu Guizhi Decoction. I will take the medicine according to the prescription and drink it for a week."

"Thank you, Brother Feng." Fatty Yue carefully put the prescription in his pocket.

After dawn.

Gu Feng and Fatty Yue came out after breakfast in the hotel restaurant. Gu Feng said, "Fatty, you have injuries on your face. Don't go to work today. Stay at home for two days."

"How can this work? The department is so busy now. If I don't go, Brother Feng, you are very busy alone."

"Listen to me, take two days off, this is an order." Gu Feng asked: "Where is your home? I'll send you back."

"No need, I'll take a taxi back by myself... Qianqian!" Fatty Yue suddenly shouted in one direction.

Gu Feng turned his head and saw that it was indeed Zhang Qian who was walking towards him.

At this time, Zhang Qian snuggled in the arms of a middle-aged man with a big belly, and the two behaved in close manners.

Gu Feng instantly understood what was going on. Unexpectedly, he encountered the bloody plot he saw in the novel in reality, and it happened to his brother.

After Zhang Qian saw Fatty Yue, she quickly turned her head and refused to look at Fatty Yue.

Fatty Yue asked with a gloomy face: "Zhang Qian, what do you mean?"

Zhang Qian ignored him.

Fatty Yue ran over and stopped Zhang Qian and the middle-aged man, shouting: "Zhang Qian, tell me clearly!"

Zhang Qian raised her head and looked at Fatty Yue coldly, "Yue Jing, how many times do I have to tell you? We are not suitable. You can't give me the life I want!"

"I can't give it, he will give it?" Fatty Yue pointed at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man didn't even look at Fatty Yue. Now, Fatty Yue is just a little bastard in his eyes.

"Can he earn 100,000 per month? Do you have 100,000? Can he buy me Chanel bag? Can you buy me? Also, he bought me a car." Zhang Qian pointed to a beetle parked not far away and said, "This car is more than 100,000 yuan. You have worked hard for a year and can't afford it without eating or drinking."

"So, you were with him because of money, right?" Fatty Yue's eyes turned red.

"Is this important?" Zhang Qian said coldly: "In this society, you can travel all over the world with money, but you can't move without money. Yue Jing, you are already old, don't believe in any stupid words forever. Money is the bottom line."

"Damn it, isn't it just money? Wait!" After Fatty Yue said that, he took out his cell phone and dialed a phone number.

The middle-aged man sneered: "Little slut, stop pretending here. Let me tell you, Qianqian was with me last night and served me so comfortably."

Bang!

Fatty Yue punched the middle-aged man and said fiercely: "If you don't want to die, shut up!"

"You-" the middle-aged man was about to speak when he suddenly heard a roar of a car.

Looking back, I saw a long row of Ferrari sports cars leading the way, red as blood, followed by dozens of Rolls-Royces, driving over in a massive momentum.

The first sports car stopped, and an old man in a suit and a bow tie got out from it. He quickly walked to Fatty Yue and said respectfully: "Young Master, what are your instructions?"
Chapter completed!