The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

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When Mr. Lou sent the message, Relaxing and Slow Travel had already resumed business.

Although Zhao Xiaochui lost his mind because of Xiao Ye's departure, fortunately the outcome remained the same, the business did not close, and he was able to continue treating the big star.

Nobody knew that the big star had already reached the point of being 'discharged' from the hospital.

She 'learned' the breathing technique, and over time, her symptoms healed on their own.

This is the value of metaphysical qigong.

Zhao Xiaochui didn't tell anyone.

He worked tirelessly, sweating profusely, to clean up the mess left by two departing colleagues.

Whether it's a reservation at the studio or the massage parlor; whether it's 888 or 88, he used traditional Chinese internal energy massage techniques on all of them.

Will anyone complain about the price imbalance?

Sorry, the refund has been processed in the system, and it's free today.

What about the losses incurred by taking a leisurely, slow trip?
Every single organization that came looking for trouble today will receive a lawyer's letter—a slow and easy one—demanding accountability and compensation!
That's just how tough he is!

Zhao Xiaochui serves each customer diligently, and although the service time is short, no one minds.

He personally saw each customer out, constantly apologizing.

The elderly couple felt embarrassed.

Everyone understands what happened, so how can we blame the child?
"Little Hammer, don't see me off anymore. Go back and change your clothes quickly, or you'll catch a cold from the sudden change in temperature."

"It's okay, I'm in good health," Zhao Xiaochui said with a simple smile.

While seeing off a guest, a large garbage truck approached: "Master, are you alright?"

The elderly sanitation worker, now standing up straight, looks much younger; from now on, we'll call her Ma Jinfang.

"never mind."

"Why are you even sending guests over?"

"It's been a bit chaotic outside lately, with reporters, fans, and all sorts of people, so I've been coming out to check things out more often," Zhao Xiaochui explained patiently, taking a moment to catch his breath. "I have to be extra careful about the safety of my customers and employees."

Ma Jinfang nodded thoughtfully.

"Understood, Master. Please let me know if you need anything. I'll clean up the area in front of my door tonight."

"We don't need it for the next few days; your big garbage truck is bad for our image."

"..."

Ma Jinfang's big garbage truck is gone, and then Grandpa Qin's little tricycle arrives.

As usual, Zhao Xiaochui offered caring greetings to reassure the grandfather and grandson.

Yangyang huddled in the car back like a quail, trying to hide something.

Zhao Xiaochui glanced at it and was speechless—the new ceramic flowerpot was much heavier.

Yangyang is genuinely afraid that something might happen to his stepmother, which is a huge worry.
After resting for a while, Zhao Xiaochui continued working.

The big star will be arriving in an hour.

Her psychological assessment and suture removal results have been synchronized to the backend.

Zhao Xiaochui didn't watch it.

Ellen Chen and Yu Xiaoning watched it.

But results can be faked, but photos cannot.

So Chen Linna was waiting for the big star's Weibo update, and Yu Xiaoning was waiting for her ticket booking information.

…………

17:00 sharp.

When Old Lou received the reply, it was a series of surveillance videos.

Inside were scenes of Zhao Xiaochui taking action in various situations: blocking bottles of alcohol at a KTV massage parlor, stopping Yangyang's wooden splinter at the entrance of the massage parlor, and crashing into an old man's car at the intersection of a private primary school... Old Lou's gaze was deep, and there was no worry on his face.

At the same time, on Jinchan North Road, near the Qingsong Pedestrian Intersection, Director Qiao put away his phone and began his duty.

The number of paparazzi, short video creators, fans, and various onlookers around him was increasing, and he was directing his colleagues to maintain order.

If a big star arrives and something else goes wrong on set, the man in the white shirt will skin him alive!

…………

A black van slowly approached, and the crowd instantly erupted, ignoring the uniforms maintaining order and surging forward wildly.

Paparazzi and social media influencers aimed their cameras at the car windows, accompanied by the streamer's nonchalant commentary and fans' screams, with flashes going off wildly as if trying to tear the black car windows apart.

A figure easily parted the crowd, and as the car door opened, he escorted the big star through the crowd. By the time the uniformed guards and security personnel, who had been on high alert, noticed something amiss, the person had already disappeared through the relaxed and slow-moving gate.

"how did you do it?"

Wang Churan was extremely surprised. If her assistant had such abilities, she would dare to appear in any situation.

Zhao Xiaochui didn't say anything, and silently led the big star from the studio to the second floor via elevator.

To ensure the privacy of other VIPs, the entrance is located in the VIP passage of the street office, and must not be exposed because of a big star.

“I’ve read your psychological analysis report,” Zhao Xiaochui said as they entered the elevator. “If you post this on Weibo, please note that your depression is improving as your body recovers, so don’t exaggerate the effects of the massage.”

The report rating of the big star, although it did not fall into the normal range, is still a rating standard. According to that standard, 99% of ordinary people in China are mentally ill.

For a superstar who enjoys abundant resources, social status, and immense adoration, it would be pretentious to have a poor mental state when their physical health is nearly recovered!
The elevator doors opened, and waiting outside were Liu Li and Guo Guo.

Wang Churan suddenly felt a little flattered. Although she hadn't been there long, she knew the identities and abilities of these two people.

She looked at Zhao Xiaochui with a puzzled expression.

"This time, I'll perform a full cycle of the 'Six Healing Sounds' to completely resolve the lymphatic drainage issue, lay a solid foundation for scar repair, and incidentally, provide a deep nerve relaxation session..."

At this point, Zhao Xiaochui paused for a moment, "You should have seen today's member announcement. The reason your pre-deposit hasn't been refunded is because it's not enough. You'll need to pay some more after we finish this."

A maximum deposit of 200 million was gone in just three days of treatment?

Big stars don't think it's expensive!

She already knew the unspoken secret among the high-end customers of this store—if we give you the results we want, price is never an issue!

She nodded excitedly—this was equivalent to three qigong masters personally initiating her in the 1990s. The most important thing was that back then they were all frauds, but now it was real!
Wang Churan couldn't help but say, "Zhao Xiaochui, if you can make this popular among the whole population, you'll bring honor to your ancestors!"

Universal adoption?

Those good-for-nothing bastards who came today?

Huh~
Zhao Xiaochui sneered inwardly. Not to mention them, even this big star in front of him, if one day his essence, qi and spirit become seriously unbalanced, let alone the breathing technique, even if he runs the entire Six-Character Mantra, it will still break when it's supposed to!
He shook his head and made an elegant "please" gesture: "Ms. Wang, please move to the spa area. Our two expert spa therapists will be at your service."

The time is 17:35.

As Wang Churan began her spa treatment, a luxury car slowly pulled up at the entrance of a side alley near the Imperial College in Dongcheng District.

The side alley is very narrow, making it impossible for motor vehicles to pass; only bicycles and pedestrians can squeeze through sideways.

Jiang Ying, dressed in a young style, got out of the car alone, and the luxury car sped away.

An elderly man with silver hair sat up on a recliner at the alley entrance, squinted at Jiang Ying, and then lay back down.

Jiang Ying, dressed in youthful attire, walked into the narrow alley past the silver-haired old man.

The ground is paved with blue bricks, and the gray walls on both sides are mottled, with a few clumps of wild grass peeking out from the cracks.

Having calmed down, Jiang Ying strolled leisurely through the area.

Finally, I stopped in front of a faded blue background with white lettering.

This is the house number she's looking for.

(End of this chapter)