The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 143 The Fat Receptionist's Family Reappears in the Martial World

Chapter 143 The Fat Receptionist's Family Reappears in the Martial World
After a simple spa treatment, Wang Churan lay down on the massage bed in the studio.

"Zhao Xiaochui seems a little different today."

The big star asked the question.

Guoguo and Liu Li exchanged a glance but did not answer.

The big star suddenly realized, and cursed inwardly: Jiang Ying is an old witch!
Despite her criticism of Jiang Ying, subconsciously she also hoped that Jiang Ying could successfully complete the acquisition.

Because she knew that after the treatment was over, it wouldn't be easy to get an appointment with Zhao Xiaochui again.

What she wanted was the privilege of not having to make an appointment, not to compete with the elderly people on the same floor every day for a single reservation slot!
At this moment, Liu Li and Guo Guo walked over with a tray full of various single essential oils.

Unlike last time, Guoguo held up a tablet for the big star to look at.

The above is an electronic invoice from Jingxi Mall—the once easy and slow supply chain has been disrupted, leaving them with no choice but to purchase through high-priced retail channels.

The big star nodded to indicate that there was no problem, and sighed inwardly.

No wonder Zhao Xiaochui changes every day. Anyone who encounters these troubles when they are young would be lucky not to break down.

Who is to blame?
The big star didn't know that she sympathized with Zhao Xiaochui's situation and understood Jiang Ying's actions even more.

The strange thing is that no one with such abilities has ever appeared before.

Everyone would be envious.

"Ms. Wang, we need to order three sets of formula essential oils today. If there are any left over after the service is completed, we will give them to you as a parting gift."

"According to our technical director, you can apply it yourself following our instructions, and the remaining symptoms will gradually heal on their own."

"This way, you can save some money."

“…” Wang Churan was silent for a moment, then said firmly, “I want to complete the entire treatment.”

"Okay." Liu Li took out three bottles of essential oils with different standard formulas, preparing to conduct an absorption test. "As per the director's instructions, I will perform a breathing guidance session for you while you are awake. Please follow my rhythm..."

When Zhao Xiaochui came in, the three bottles of custom-made essential oils had already been completed.

As a fan, Liu Li couldn't bear to see her idol's skin not as delicate and fair as her own, so she added some other single essential oils.

Of course, she didn't know that when it came to having the most delicate and fair skin in the world!

At this point, all three sensory systems have been activated.

The music remains the feathery "Flowing Water"; the fragrance uses base notes directly: spikenard + vetiver (deep relaxation); the visuals are also adjusted to mimic natural light mode.

The celebrity has finished applying heat to his entire body.

However, the activation of her sensory system did not affect her. She was looking at Zhao Xiaochui with complicated expressions, along with Liu Li and Guoguo.

"What are you looking at?"

Zhao Xiaochui said irritably, "Relax when you need to, and practice your internal energy when you need to. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you, so make the most of it."

Upon hearing this, the superstar glanced at the two women who had already assumed the starting stance of the "Call" technique, then quickly closed his eyes and tried to immerse himself in the music.

Zhao Xiaochui slowly closed his eyes, and with a thought, a warm current began to flow through his body to prevent his life force from fading.

The cheat code is no longer easily given to others.

Now, we are at the scene of an experiment in ancient metaphysics.

"start!"

The "Hu" sound technique: primarily governs the lung meridian.

The two women began their stance. Guoguo placed her hands on Wang Churan's Feishu acupoint on her back, silently exhaling a "whoosh" sound, while simultaneously applying essential oil along the bladder meridian. Liu Li, at the same time, pressed Wang Churan's Taiyuan acupoint to enhance the descending of lung qi.

The "Xi" sound technique: primarily governs the liver meridian.

Zhao Xiaochui suddenly intervened, pressing his thumb against Wang Churan's Qimen acupoint, silently reciting the word "Xi" in his mind, using the thumb kneading method of traditional Chinese internal massage.

In a hazy state, Wang Churan clearly felt a throbbing pain at the scar site.

The "He" mantra: Focus on the Heart Sutra.

Traditional Chinese medicine internal massage, thumb kneading, Hand Shaoyin Heart Meridian, Shaohai acupoint.

The celebrity's occasional heart palpitations after surgery can be resolved in one step.

Sweat dripped down, running down his forehead, wetting his eyes, and falling onto the massage bed and the big star's body.

The two women kept their eyes closed throughout the entire sequence, completely immersed in the large loop of movements.

Zhao Xiaochui was practicing her internal energy, and they were practicing, gaining a deeper understanding of the application of the "Chu" technique.

Next, we'll discuss lymphatic drainage!
The "Xu" sound technique: primarily governs the gallbladder meridian.

The palm pressing method targets the Shaoyang Gallbladder Meridian of Hand-Shaoyang and the Fengshi acupoint.

Press along the Jiquan acupoint under Wang Churan's armpit to the Fengshi acupoint (Gallbladder Meridian), and finally press the Xuanzhong acupoint. The big star's right leg suddenly trembled.

Then came the postoperative chills.

The "blowing" technique: primarily targets the kidney meridian.

……

Finally, the issue of arm abduction.

The "Xi" character formula: primarily governs the Triple Burner meridian.

Traditional Chinese medicine internal exercises, thumb acupressure method, Hand Shaoyang Sanjiao Meridian, Waiguan acupoint.

When Zhao Xiaochui, soaking wet, let go of the almost naked superstar, his tense mind finally relaxed.

The Six-Character Mantra: A Great Cycle, an Ancient Metaphysics, Makes a Comeback!

However, Zhao Xiaochui didn't see it as a miracle. He just wanted to end this damn situation as soon as possible, he just wanted to work hard and make money, he just wanted to enjoy life with his family, and he was fed up with what seemed to be an endless series of troubles.

Zhao Xiaochui collapsed to the ground, his arms unable to support him on the massage bed.

"Plop~"

…………

"Squeak~"

Jiang Ying pushed open the mottled wooden door, and the hinges let out a long sigh.

The moment she stepped into the courtyard, her tense nerves unconsciously relaxed.

If it were one of the courtyard houses near the Imperial College, surrounded by high walls and barbed wire fences, she might have been more wary. But this place before her—

A typical Beijing courtyard house is laid out before you without reservation: a crooked courtyard is enclosed by faded red brick walls, and the brick houses built by each family are crammed together haphazardly. Colorful bed sheets hang on the clothesline, swaying gently in the wind and casting messy shadows.

Jiang Ying walked along the uneven cement floor, skirting the cluttered passageway and avoiding the dripping clotheslines. The fat receptionist's apartment was hidden at the very back; she circled around several times before finally finding the faded door number around the corner.

Jiang Ying paused on the wet ground with her high heels, finally stopping in her tracks.

A gust of wind swept through, lifting the hem of her linen shirt.

Three elderly people seeking shade blocked the way; under a Chinese scholar tree, two people were playing chess while one person watched.

The old woman playing chess kept her eyes straight ahead, while the tall, thin old man watching the game looked at her.

Jiang Ying narrowed her eyes.

Does this kind of person even deserve to live here?

"Girl, who are you looking for?"

“Chen Guifen.” Jiang Ying spoke concisely, knowing she had seen many elderly people like this and that idle chatter was useless, so she went straight to the point.

There is no such person.

The tall, thin old man waved impatiently, as if shooing away an annoying fly, and then ignored her, looking down at the chess game.

“My dad’s name is Jiang**, and I’m his youngest daughter. I was just scammed by Chen Guifen, and my dad told me to come and check on things, in case…”

Jiang Ying paused for a moment before saying, "I don't know what he meant by 'if.' He just told me to come here and take me to his home to apologize."

The three old men finally looked up, exchanged glances, and silently moved the chessboard aside to make way for each other.

Jiang Ying nodded politely, took two steps forward, and gently pushed open the door.

"..."

The courtyard in front of me is lush and green, yet it exudes an indescribable sense of oppression.

On the left is an old jujube tree, and on the right is a pomegranate tree. Their untrimmed branches have grown wildly, almost completely obscuring the sky above the courtyard, as if they are desperately trying to hide something.

The courtyard was very small; you could see right through it at a glance.

The main room facing the courtyard gate had its door open, and five black and white photos were lined up on a long table against the wall.

Next to the photo is a faded color photo of the young Chen Guifen holding a little boy with familiar features, while her husband beside her is now a figure in a black and white frame.

Jiang Ying's gaze shifted downwards, and her breath caught in her throat.

Under the glass cover, a row of medals is neatly displayed.

The gold medal in the very center was so dazzling that it hurt her eyes—it was the highest honor her father had never achieved in his entire life.

Medal of the Republic.

Jiang Ying's body trembled involuntarily.

Actually, we can stop here.

Based on that medal alone, she could take the blame, bring her father to apologize, and do anything to express her remorse.

But for some reason, she also wanted to know what those deliberately left untrimmed branches were hiding.

So she lowered her head and took two steps.

Then...

My knees suddenly lost strength.

With a muffled thud, Jiang Ying knelt heavily on the bluestone slab.