The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 133 He still dares to drive a Land Rover?

Zhao Xiaochui did not reply; he was trying to ignore the bright red spot on the ball and carefully examining the wound.

American doctors are highly skilled and their wounds are well-concealed, but this added trouble to Zhao Xiaochui's work.

For this type of open wound, the only thing that traditional Chinese medicine internal massage can do is promote blood circulation in the surrounding area.

The small bottle of customized essential oil was almost empty, just enough.

I rubbed the product on my thumbs a few times, looking for the relevant meridians and massaging them with my thumbs. Inevitably, I ended up massaging the large ball.

It feels good in hand.

It's excellent, to say the least.

Zhao Xiaochui remained expressionless, while Wang Churan rolled her eyes at him, wondering if men were experienced at acting in front of her.

Once all the essential oil stains on his hands had disappeared, Zhao Xiaochui quietly left a trace of warmth on the wound.

"I'll give you a suggestion."

Zhao Xiaochui reluctantly let go of the large ball.

"It's best to take a shower the next morning after a spa treatment."

"A relaxed and slow-paced customized essential oil treatment, using a unique technique, will not leave any oil residue on your skin."

Ignoring the star's surprised expression, he covered the ball with the towel again.

"Check the wound yourself tomorrow morning. If the redness and swelling have subsided, schedule an appointment to remove the stitches this afternoon."

"What?!!!"

Wang Churan reacted violently, and the small towel was shaken off.

Zhao Xiaochui put the cover back on.

"The stitches will be removed tomorrow afternoon."

He stopped using "if" or "maybe" statements and instead used a very direct declarative tone to present an unbelievable event that had not yet occurred as if it were a matter of course.

Her physical and mental health issues are intertwined.

Since she lacked confidence, Zhao Xiaochui gave her confidence.

How is your diet?

An excited Wang Churan quickly tried to recall, then answered shyly:

"I ate a bit too much."

"Do you feel full after eating so much?"

"No, it actually feels quite comfortable."

“That’s normal!” Zhao Xiaochui said very naturally under Wang Churan’s look of disdain for the 'illegal doctor’. “You can pay attention to your weight. If it’s not increasing or decreasing, then you can eat as much as you want.”

"..." Wang Churan finally realized what was happening. "Can I ask why?"

Zhao Xiaochui chuckled: "Why is the price so high? Why are there no oily residues after applying the essential oil? Why is the female technician covered in sweat after the service...?"

"Why don't you ask yourself again why you didn't go to a good, reputable hospital and instead chose to come here?"

Zhao Xiaochui didn't answer any more questions. He took out a brand new small bottle of essential oil, which cost 18888 after the member discount.
Tap the concealed earpiece a few times at the specified frequency, and the guqin piece "Flowing Water" in the Water Harp mode begins to play; the fragrance system continues with frankincense, myrrh, and German chamomile; the lights change to blue-green.

He poured most of the bottle of essential oil into his palm, and his generous manner made Wang Churan feel a pang of heartache.

"So, the relationship didn't cost you any money, right?"

She thought to herself, "What am I complaining about?"

This also means that her mind and body are relaxing involuntarily.

Then, the young masseur's voice came again.

"In this store, if you can actively feel the difference between your breathing rate and your usual rate, you will know the answer to all your questions."

"Ms. Wang, one service experience will benefit you for life."

“You can play an old lady in your twenties, or a young girl in your sixties.”

"As long as you still have ambition, you will be a mainstay in the film industry."

"You need to find the answer during your treatment."

After saying that, Zhao Xiaochui placed his hands on the big star's body.

Traditional Chinese medicine internal massage.

Thumb kneading method.

The Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin.

Zhongfu point.

Hand-Taiyang Small Intestine Meridian.

Jianzhen point.

The young masseur immediately broke out in a sweat.

Just as the massage began, a sound came through his headphones, stopping him from stealing his desire from the body on the massage table. He focused on his work, the meridians of the human body clearly appearing in his mind; he wanted to unblock the customer's qi and blood.
With his expertise in myodynamics, he was tasked with resolving the client's fascial adhesions.

With a natural grasp of human anatomy, lymphatic drainage for guests quickly ceased to be a problem.

The chubby receptionist's voice came through the earphones from time to time.

"It's a one-way call now."

"Those bastards have shown up!"

"I won't go into how they betrayed their country and their nation."

"Little hammer, please help Fatty."

“My family…we have been searching for three generations of them.”

"Help Fatty find them!"

Three generations working on the same thing is the only situation where the son inherits the father's business.

But there are plenty of good industries like electricity, tobacco, finance, and academia. What's the difference between the fat receptionist's crappy job, where the son inherits the business, and three generations of drug enforcement officers?

A surge of heat flowed in, circulating around the Shenmen and Yongquan acupoints of the beautiful woman, and she fell into a deep sleep in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Xiaochui raised his slightly trembling right hand, wiped the sweat from his face, and then pressed the concealed earpiece, asking softly:
"What do you need me to do?"

"Faster."

"Crack~"

The superstar's fair thigh received a hard slap, and a stream of heat flowed in silently.

…………

"To deal with hot-blooded young people, you should boil them like frogs in lukewarm water."

In a luxurious office, Jiang Ying was listening to her male assistant talk eloquently.

"He has encountered so many wonderful things along the way."

"The kind-hearted fat boss, the lucky Secretary Liu, and those twelve girls—if it weren't for repeated investigations, it would have been like watching a fairy tale."

"As long as this ideal doesn't collapse, the passionate young man will not give up his beliefs. With his abilities, he has the capacity to do so."

After listening to the male assistant's statement, Jiang Ying turned to look out the window.

The dazzling traffic on the Third Ring Road showcases the prosperity of this megacity.

Do you think fairy tales exist in this society?

Jiang Ying asked.

The male assistant shrugged: "The witch's apples can only become cheaper, while young girls these days prefer expensive durians."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ying waved her hand decisively and said firmly:
"Then give them durians!"

"Doesn't that kid like fairy tales? Does he particularly enjoy being the center of attention at the massage parlor every day?"

"Then I'm determined to expose all of this!"

"Kid, do you know what to do now?"

The male assistant nodded calmly.

I understand the young masseur very well.

But even he hasn't experienced such a wonderful fairy tale, so why should that kid have it?

That kid isn't his brother, yet he dares to drive a Land Rover?

…………

10 p.m., Fatou.

After the big star left, the women's section on the second floor and the massage hall on the first floor of the Relaxing Walk area both closed down.

As for the men's section, it's late at night.

These rich men are really willing to spend money on their kidneys.

Unlike the previous four who had a relaxed attitude, four women in the women's department understood the true meaning of a spa and also worked part-time in the men's department.

The well-behaved customers and the tall, strong part-time drivers gave them a great sense of security.

Of course, there are also monetary rewards.

Guoguo and Tangtang received 888 yuan in red envelopes every morning without doing anything.

This is Zheng Ye, a middle-aged man, rewarded for having a morning erection.

Who wouldn't be envious! Men don't have menstrual cycles; they can get erections every single day of the year.

Left with no other choice, Zhao Xiaochui gave up two rooms from his second-floor studio—practice proved that he didn't need that many rooms.

He had no objection to any changes to the relaxed and leisurely lifestyle, except for the poop the renovation workers took, that room would always belong to Jiang Ying!
He said it!
Nobody can change that!

(End of this chapter)