Sharn Joe's expression changed. She stood up, suppressing the panic inside, and said softly, "Mr. Leclair, can you give me another five minutes? Although it can't fundamentally cure the symptoms of insomnia, it can alleviate headaches. You seem to be at a breaking point."
Ignatius Leclair glanced sideways but said nothing, and Sharn immediately knew she still had a chance.
"I have an ancestral acupressure technique, combined with music, that can help you enter a deep sleep. It's just that the duration varies from person to person." Sharn pointed to a sofa chair and smiled.
Sleep, that's what Ignatius Leclair needed most right now.
The man remained silent, then nodded and said indifferently, "You have one last chance."
Sharn knelt on one side, trying hard to control the trembling of her fingertips, and focused on performing the acupressure.
