This bout of dizziness came on quickly and intensely, accompanied by a sharp ringing in my ears, but it subsided quickly and I didn't pass out.

Bo Jingzhou's brow was tightly furrowed, though he was awake, the headache hadn't subsided. He habitually reached up to rub his temples, but as soon as he moved, he realized someone was holding his arm.

The person supporting him was Xie Chuyi. At this moment, she was frowning and looking at him with a serious expression: "Boss Bo, has your condition worsened? You didn't go for the follow-up check yesterday either. This way, you'll only make it worse."

After saying "thank you," Bo Jingzhou withdrew his arm from her palm. "No."

He looked terrible at this moment. His face was pale, his brow furrowed, and there were bloodshot eyes. Adding to that, he couldn't even hold the milk steady a moment ago, so this simple "no" held no weight whatsoever.

“Seeing you like this, you must be feeling awful today. I bet you won't even be able to sleep tonight. Come to the first-floor cafe, let me give you a treatment,” Thin Jingzhou had gone for a medical checkup at the hospital before, and she was the one who treated him. “But without professional medical equipment, the effect will definitely not be as good as the hospital's, but it can alleviate your headache for now. Wait until Dr. Tang is on duty tomorrow, then go to the hospital again.”

Bo Jingzhou was indeed suffering from a terrible headache. He couldn't even sleep when he got back home: "Okay."

It was still morning, and the cafe wasn't very crowded. Bo Jingzhou ordered a glass of milk and found the most secluded table in the back. He tilted his head back, resting his neck against the chair back, closing his eyes and saying, "Let's begin."

"Why don't you drink your milk first, relax a little and then we can..."

"No."

Xie Chuyi moved to his back, her fingers resting on his temple, rubbing along the pressure point. Her technique was professional, with just the right amount of pressure, each touch landing precisely where it should. Within twenty minutes, the intense headache subsided. Bo Jingzhou's furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and thoughts began to return to his mind: "Miss Xie, could you possibly do me a favor?"

She lowered her head, and her gaze fell upon the man's sharp and profound features. It was as if she was looking at him, yet also as if she was gazing at some empty void. Her ethereal eyes betrayed a distracted state of mind.

Without hearing her reply, Bo Jingzhou opened his eyes and met hers. Her eyes were unfocused.

Realizing he was looking at her, Xie Chuyi quickly came back to her senses and hurriedly said, “Of course, just tell me what you need, I’ll do my best. Last time you saved me, I didn't know how to thank you.”

"I'm looking for someone to teach this therapy technique. You can set the tuition fee, or you can suggest any other conditions."

Bao Jingzhou knew that Xie Chuyi's father was a gambler. Although her parents were already divorced and she lived with her mother, the saying "the son is responsible for the father's debt" held true. Her father had a mountain of gambling debts, so how could her life be good?

Xi Chu Yi hurriedly waved her hand, a plain white face flushed red with embarrassment: "Don't..."

Realizing his words were ambiguous, he hurriedly added, “No, no tuition. I learned this at school. After my internship, Dr. Tang gave me a few pointers. It’s nothing special. Mr. Bo, if you find it useful, I can massage you every day for free.”

After all, she was just a young college student who hadn't graduated yet. When she got nervous, she panicked a little.

"You're being modest. I've had massages before, and they haven't been this effective," Bo Jingzhou said, his headache symptoms having eased considerably. He sat up straight, no longer allowing her to massage him. "My headaches have been more frequent lately than before, and my insomnia has also worsened. That's why I wanted the people around me to learn this, so that in case of an attack, they could also help."

Xie Chuyi was, to him, a doctor. So, Bo Jingzhou didn't hide his physical condition from her.

Xie Chuyi: “This will take some time to learn. You won’t achieve this effect right away. I haven’t taken on any other part-time jobs recently, so I can help you with it after work. It should be able to alleviate your headaches.”

Bo Jingzhou: "I'm afraid my wife will misunderstand. She's a bit... jealous."

One sentence shut Xie Chuyi right up.

When it came to Shen Wanci, the man's lips couldn't help but curl upwards, even his mood, which had been somewhat gloomy due to the pain, visibly improved.

Upon hearing him mention Shen Wanci, Xie Chuyi immediately recalled the last mishap at Erxi Restaurant. She apologized with a sheepish face: "Mr. Bo, I'm truly sorry for what happened last time. I didn't know that she was your wife and caused you trouble."

Chen Xu suddenly went to her house to get clothes. She felt strange and asked, only to find out later that the woman was Bo's wife.

Although I don't know the specifics, put yourself in her shoes. If it were her husband's clothes found at another woman's place, she would definitely be angry too.

Now, hearing General Bo say his wife is jealous, he thought the two were arguing because of this, and felt even more guilty: "If your wife misunderstood, I can explain it to her..."

"No need, she's not angry," Bo Jingzhou got up and drank all the milk in his cup in one gulp: "I'll contact you after I find someone. As for teaching, we can fully cooperate with your schedule. You can also think about the salary."

After his headache subsided, Bo Jingzhou felt a bit tired and didn't feel like going downstairs anymore. He drove home directly.

Miles away, Shen Wanci suddenly sneezed loudly. She thought it was because she had kicked the covers last night and caught a cold, never imagining that Bo Jingzhou had already slapped a "jealous" label on her forehead.

She is video chatting with Qin Yuezhi.

In the video, Qin Yuezhi looked like a frost-bitten eggplant, her face full of dejection. Her voice was weak and lifeless as she said, "If you want to laugh, just laugh out loud. Don't hold it in."

Shen Wanci didn't want to laugh, she just felt Qin Yuezhi was a little pitiful, pitifully unusual: "How do you deal with it now?"

"Drunk driving, license suspension for six months, and a fine of one thousand dollars."

She left Huo Tingdong's house that night and got into the car before realizing she had been drinking and couldn't drive. She found a driver on the internet, but the other party said it would be five minutes before they arrived. She thought about driving her car to the parking lot exit so it would be easier for the driver to find. As luck would have it, she hadn't even driven out of the parking lot when she bumped into a police officer in uniform who was on his way to work beside another car.

In the desolate underground parking lot, an accidental glance led to a breathalyzer test. The traffic officer, with his buttons undone, walked slowly towards her, holding up an alcohol detection device and saying, "Blow into this."

What a fateful encounter born from a glance.

Qin Yuezhi regretted it deeply: "Why did I have to be so impulsive? Why did I have to open the window while driving? If I hadn't looked into his eyes..."

Nothing to worry about.

"And I've already got a driver, why not wait a few more minutes?"

Shen Wanci: "..."

She was speechless.

"Where is the lawyer?"

"When times like this, what good is a lawyer? Only a living god would do, and even then, they'd need time-travel abilities."

(Editor in charge:historical fiction novels)