"Jiang Yao, although it's common for Lu Xingzhi to not rest for a few days when he's on a mission, it's different this time. He might look like he's fine, but I'm afraid that he'll exhaust himself." Zhou Weiqi scratched his head; he did not know what else to say.
After all, his third brother could not fall asleep, so Jiang Yao would be more concerned than he was.
Sighing, Zhou Weiqi said, "It's all in his head, and you're his cure."
Physical illnesses could be cured, but it would be harder if mental issues were involved.
Jiang Yao was a doctor. She could cure physical illness, but she could not cure mental illnesses.
Just like Chu Sheng, although she was not physically ill, she could not speak for some psychological reasons. She was helpless.
She hoped that Lu Xingzhi's issue was not that serious. Otherwise, he would have to rely on sleeping pills to fall asleep.