The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 117 The Big Star Makes His Appearance

Zhao Xiaochui held his breath and stood beside her, and the heat response became even stronger.

A physical examination revealed obvious lumbar disc herniation, a chronic condition that has persisted for many years.

Zhao Xiaochui didn't ask her why she didn't take a bath or why she didn't see a doctor.

He hadn't even considered these thoughts; he just suddenly thought of Liu Li.

The naive girl would never lay a hand on this old man.

Those twelve girls were all good people, but apart from Guoguo, perhaps no one would serve this old man, no matter how high the price.

Perhaps this is what the chubby receptionist wanted to tell him.

Zhao Xiaochui gently shook his head, then slowly extended his right hand. He was going to have a physical examination, a careful one.

Judging from the old lady's appearance alone, no masseur would dare to touch her casually. The free service offered by the old shop is only a foot massage.

The complex reaction of the heat flow became clearer and clearer when Zhao Xiaochui's right hand touched the orange sanitation worker's uniform.

An unprecedented amount of energy surged from the old woman's body.

Zhao Xiaochui immediately let go of his hand.

His heaving chest spoke volumes about his complex emotions.

His eyes suddenly reddened, and he looked at the old woman, murmuring a question:
"you,"

"How are you?"

How did you manage to put up with it?

"Levels 8 to 10~"

"Aren't you in pain?"

…………

The elderly sanitation worker was neither a good person nor a bad person.

She is just one of the ordinary people.

The reason why heat flow has such complex manifestations is that it accumulates negative energy over decades, which can greatly strengthen itself.

Perhaps it shares the same question as its host—how did this woman manage to put up with it?

Zhao Xiaochui did not touch it again. The mere moment of contact had made him clearly feel the increasing heat flow, and touching it again would risk exposing himself.

And that moment was enough. The old lady had reached a critical point. If she hadn't met Zhao Xiaochui, she would have only one fate in the short term—paralysis!
She's endured it for decades, and she can continue to endure it; she's not going to go to the hospital and spend money on surgery.

After seeing off the profusely thanking old lady, the chubby receptionist asked:
"Why not treat it more thoroughly?"

Although the old lady's brows had relaxed considerably, the plump receptionist knew that Zhao Xiaochui could do even more.

Zhao Xiaochui shook his head: "Sanitation workers and the chairman are the same; they are both service providers and recipients of services. Just as the chairman's services require a certain number of treatments, so do the sanitation workers'."

"But the chairman spent a lot of money."

"But the sanitation workers' sincere gratitude cannot be bought with money."

Zhao Xiaochui gave a final summary of today's homework:

"For massage therapists, professional skills are fundamental, but professional dignity comes from equal respect for every individual!"

The chubby receptionist smiled with satisfaction:

"Little Hammer, please, that big star, I need your help!"

"Don't worry, Fatty, I'll cure her." Zhao Xiaochui spoke without any restraint in front of Fatty.

The same applies to the chubby receptionist; the big star is the most crucial move, and she must also use cautious methods to resolve all potential problems.

"By the way, leave your ID card here. My former employer needs to process a lot of fake certificates for the second half of the year, so I'll get one for you while I'm at it."

"What's the matter?"

"Your professional qualification certificate, for the intangible cultural heritage route, was specially approved," the plump receptionist replied with a smile.

Zhao Xiaochui swallowed hard: "You just said it was a fake certificate?" "It was fake at my former workplace, but it's real elsewhere!"

Zhao Xiaochui: "..."

He already knew who the chubby receptionist's "former employer" was, but he was still unsure of her identity.

You might call her a leader, but she spends all her time loitering at the front desk of a massage parlor for the blind.

If you call her an ordinary civil servant, look at all the things she's done—which one of them is ordinary?

But none of that matters anymore, because no matter what the chubby receptionist's identity is, as long as it's her business, Zhao Xiaochui will do everything in her power.

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At 10 a.m., the store opened with a relaxed and leisurely pace, and customers filled the doors.

At 10:00 AM, a flight from the capital landed at Shenzhen Bao'an International Airport, and then several black minivans smoothly drove towards Luohu Port.

At 10:20, Zhao Xiaochui saw off his first customer, a primary school student wearing thick glasses. This was his main customer who had spent 888 yuan to have his 'eye exercises' done.

Zhao Xiaochui possesses professional skills and a knack for providing the most satisfactory service to every customer.

At 10:20, Yu Xiaoning picked up the documents in her hand. They contained information about the person she was about to pursue, and the team members had already completed a comprehensive analysis—life experiences, hobbies, personality, character profiles…

Yu Xiaoning uses her professional skills and sharp eyes to accurately grasp the bottom line of her target. Talent is something that is hard to explain, and Yu Xiaoning really has to thank this 'talent' for getting to where she is today.

At 11 o'clock, Zhao Xiaochui saw off another little guest and then waited patiently in the studio on the first floor for the arrival of the big star.

At 11:00 AM, Yu Xiaoning successfully passed through the Luohu Port and headed towards the JR Marriott Hotel, 37 kilometers away.

At the same time, at the entrance of the Easy Walk, a low-key black minivan slowly approached.

The van didn't stop immediately; a hunched-over elderly sanitation worker was carefully sweeping the road.

Inside the car, Wang Churan frowned involuntarily as she watched the figure blocking her way.

It wasn't because of discrimination based on her social status, but because her appointment time had already arrived.

She knew that Easy Slow Travel was on the second floor and was very unhappy that Easy Slow Travel had asked her to meet on the first floor.

She's a celebrity. Privacy! Privacy! Privacy!
On this point alone, all the points for taking it easy and slow were deducted from her mind.

After the elderly sanitation worker finally finished cleaning the road, the van quickly pulled up, opened the door, and Wang Churan, wearing sunglasses, darted out and disappeared into the leisurely gate in the blink of an eye.

On the first floor, Ms. Pan Xiaoli led us into the studio room, but instead of offering tea or light snacks, she quietly closed the door.

The discontent of the big stars is still building.

Wang Churan took a deep breath. She knew that she was just not used to it.

Since she became famous, she has never been wronged. She has powerful connections and doesn't need to put on an act for certain people.

But this person in front of me...

"His name is Yangyang, and he's five years old..."

Suddenly, the call from that day echoed in her ears again; Wang Churan had never forgotten the scene from that day.

Okay, I'll put up with it!
Zhao Xiaochui was oblivious to the customer's thoughts; he was intently looking at the medical record.

The medical records were translated and signed by a professional doctor in China.

The original case file comes from Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center in the United States, which has the highest 5-year survival rate for breast cancer surgery in the country.

As for whether it's number one globally, the center might need to ask some Chinese doctors. After all, the two countries use different statistical methods.

Zhao Xiaochui first checked the legally responsible signatures, and only after finding no problems did he look at the medical records page by page.

The room was quiet, and Wang Churan didn't know what to say.

"Ms. Wang."

Zhao Xiaochui finally broke the silence. He looked up from the medical record and asked softly:
"Why didn't you continue your post-operative rehabilitation at this center?"

Wang Churan answered succinctly: "There is an authoritative awards ceremony, and if I don't attend, I won't receive the Best Actress award."

(End of this chapter)