The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 111 Finally
Zhao Xiaochui harbored wicked thoughts, but maintained a serious expression on his face:
"Do this muscle-building exercise once in the morning and once in the evening. Before going to bed, touch that area again. If the intervertebral space becomes significantly smaller, you can make an appointment through the back-end system. The entire treatment course is about 3 to 5 sessions, and the cost is less than 12 yuan."

Zhou Xuan wiped the sweat from her forehead and revealed a bright smile: "What's the price of the treatment?"

Zhao Xiaochui tilted his head and thought for a moment: "After the treatment, all your previous symptoms will disappear, and your tolerance for working at a desk will be extended to two and a half to three hours. If you exceed this time for a long period of time, you should understand what the consequences will be."

"Zhou Xuan, there's no such thing as a cure for chronic diseases. If you don't maintain good habits, they'll stay with you for life!"

"Then you'll spend every penny you earn on it!"

Not making empty promises is an unspoken rule in the industry that Zhao Xiaochui learned, but he told the female academic star a little more about it.

Even if you're cured, if you continue to act recklessly as before, it will relapse.

The intelligent Zhou Xuan understood his meaning, and with a smile, she pushed up her glasses with her slender fingers and said, "As a thank you, let me treat you to breakfast."

Zhao Xiaochui readily agreed.

It's novel to be around a woman like this; she's very different from Liu Li.

It's like Liu Li always says that if she had money, she would do this and that; but Zhou Xuan would say that she would have money by doing this and that.

Of course, this is just one example.

Zhou Xuan didn't mention this; she didn't even talk about math-related topics, and Zhao Xiaochui didn't mention massage either.

He listened intently to Zhou Xuan's words, like a curious child, occasionally marveling at them:
So this is how you can think about things?

He also witnessed a completely new way of life.

Zhou Xuan's car perfectly matches her image: a Mercedes-Benz CLS. Zhao Xiaochui knows Mercedes-Benz and thinks that the car is as intellectual and elegant as she is.

It was the first time he had ever entered a coffee shop, and the first time he had ever learned that coffee shops could serve breakfast. He couldn't pronounce the name Jamaicablue Coffeeshop, but Zhou Xuan's introduction made him feel that the light meals there would be perfect for his chubby sister.

He packed a pesto chicken sandwich and a slow-roasted beef shoulder salad for the chubby receptionist, and then, blushing, had the female academic star drive it back to him.

……

Inside the front desk of the old shop.

The chubby receptionist laughed so hard she almost fell over after hearing Zhao Xiaochui's breakfast story.

"You pack it up for me, and then you and she each pay your own way?"

Zhao Xiaochui nodded, his face flushed. He had a bank card with 200 yuan left, but it wasn't linked to his phone.

He hadn't expected the breakfast at the coffee shop to be so expensive; judging by the chubby receptionist's appetite, it would have cost over 100 yuan.

The consequence of his reluctance to cancel the meal was that he was left without even enough money for transportation.

When she brought him back, the female academic star saved face for him by holding back her laughter, but the chubby receptionist didn't have as many reservations.

"Zhao Xiaochui, you can apply for a transportation card using your mobile phone."

Zhao Xiaochui: "Zhou Xuan just told me."

Seeing that he had gained something, the chubby receptionist stopped saying anything more. He had already become aware that once he had seen more people and a wider world, he wouldn't need her guidance in some things.

After transferring 2000 yuan to Zhao Xiaochui's phone, the chubby receptionist began to enjoy her breakfast at the coffee shop, mumbling as she spoke:
"The big star's information has been uploaded."

Zhao Xiaochui quickly opened his crossbody bag and rummaged through it for his tablet computer.

He pulled out one large book after another, but still couldn't find the tablet.
"How many books are actually in that shabby bag of yours?"

The chubby receptionist stared blankly at the large book on the table.

Human anatomy, kinesiology, basic kinesiology...

"Not much," Zhao Xiaochui mumbled. After discovering the effect of the heat flow on his head, he was able to read very quickly. He wanted to thoroughly consolidate the knowledge he had read in a short period of time. "I need to carry all the books I need recently, and I read them whenever I have free time."

After saying that, he found his tablet, opened the big star's profile, and fell silent.

After a long pause, he said in a somber tone, "Fatty, she shouldn't have come here. She should have gone to the Integrative Medicine Department at MD Anderson Cancer Center..."

The chubby receptionist raised her hand to interrupt him, swallowed the last bite of her sandwich, and said softly, "Little Hammer, if..."

"I mean, if you can do it, Fatty hopes you'll take her on."

This was the first time the chubby receptionist had spoken to him, and at the same time, a surge of heat coursed through his body.

"Then take it!"

Zhao Xiaochui agreed without hesitation; he understood immediately. He quickly opened the management system's backend and, under the watchful eye of the chubby receptionist, crisply clicked the accept button.

He then hurriedly packed his things into his shoulder bag and quickly ran towards the relaxed pace.

The chubby receptionist just stood quietly, watching with a complicated expression, watching this child who trusted him completely, who asked no questions but was willing to help with all his might.

……

"He accepted!"

A small conference room in a five-star hotel in Beijing.

Several middle-aged people sat around the conference table.

A person held up their phone and spoke about the message they had just received.

Several documents were scattered on the table. Some people were reading them with furrowed brows, some were scrolling through their phones, and some were deep in thought.

They are: Liu Yong, president of the Beijing Massage Association; Yan Xiao, regional head of Ugly Donkey Group Buying; Ma Jinquan, head of Six Fingers Chain Foot Massage in Beijing; and Pei Shutong, general manager of a top domestic luxury spa chain.

Pei Shutong was the one frowning as she looked at the documents. She rubbed her temples and said, "I don't quite understand it."

Her words were somewhat vague, but those present understood what she meant.

“There’s nothing you can’t understand,” Liu Yong said. “There’s a syllabus for the acupuncture and massage major at the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine on the table. Compare it with their program.”

“I’ve noticed that,” Pei Shutong nodded, “but what did Jiang Ying say?”

She picked up a photocopy of Jiang Ying's medical record from the table: "Since when could traditional Chinese massage treat depression?"

Liu Yong was helpless. He disliked talking to these laymen and had to explain every time: "Jiang Ying's depression was not caused by psychological factors. The pathogenesis diagnosed by the TCM experts and that Zhao Xiaochui is very clear: qi stagnation and blood stasis, phlegm and dampness obstruction."

Liu Yong pointed to the medical record: "Once this problem caused by the hormone medication is resolved, the mood will no longer be irritable, and the depression will naturally improve."

Pei Shutong pressed further, "I heard you mention the experts. Why didn't the experts treat Jiang Ying back then?"

Liu Yong: "Because he wasn't confident he could bypass the postoperative lesions."

Pei Shutong: "Where's Zhao Xiaochui?"

Liu Yong: "His ability to pinpoint problems is what gives him the courage to solve other issues, including those related to traditional Chinese medicine..."

Before he could finish speaking, Liu Yong paused, "Never mind, you don't believe in traditional Chinese medicine or qigong anyway, so I won't say anything more."

"Excuse me," Yan Xiao, the head of Ugly Donkey Group Buying and also a regional head of Dianping.com, interjected, "what's going on with Wang Churan? Why is everyone paying so much attention to her, and why have we been called here?"

Liu Yong was the one who called the person, but he was acting on Pei Shutong's behalf, so he also looked at Pei Shutong.

"Three weeks ago, she had just undergone a modified radical mastectomy for breast cancer and had already completed chemotherapy."

Yan Xiao: "Is there a problem?"

Pei Shutong: "The main problems are limited shoulder joint mobility; peripheral neuropathy after chemotherapy, which is numbness in the hands and feet; and postoperative depression, with a moderate depression score on the HADS scale."

After explaining the relevant situation, the middle-aged woman got up and distributed materials, and she didn't seem to mind seeing the indifferent looks on everyone's faces.

After distributing the materials, she sat down leisurely and said slowly:
"Ms. Wang Churan rejected our customized post-operative rehabilitation and emotional healing plan."

Everyone: "..."

Everyone here is either a massage therapist or a food delivery person; I really don't understand what this has to do with them.

Pei Shutong continued, "This plan was the best cancer rehabilitation case at the 2018 International Conference on Integrative Medicine, and Ms. Wang's condition matches this case by more than 90%."

"Our company has partnered with renowned medical institutions in Shanghai to import this solution, along with related equipment and personnel, from the MD Anderson Cancer Center Medical School in the United States. We are confident that we can perfectly replicate this case."

"We invited you all here because the core rehabilitation therapy in this case was designed by MD Anderson Cancer Center based on the integration of traditional Chinese and Western medicine."

Liu Yong asked with amusement, "Traditional Chinese medicine? Traditional Chinese massage?"

Pei Shutong replied expressionlessly, "German LPG negative pressure wave massage is done by a machine, while Japanese acupressure massage is done by professional technicians from the island nation."

Pei Shutong placed her hand on the medical record in front of her: "Ladies and gentlemen, because Ms. Wang has trusted many institutions in China, there are many high-end users paying attention to this matter. If that young man were to accomplish something that requires a top-notch team..."

She leaned down and stared at everyone in the room: "Don't forget that the first floor of that shop is for blind massage, don't forget that in the old shop, there are still several new technicians doing free foot massage practice every day, and don't forget that the shop refused to join the review and group-buying website!"

(End of this chapter)