The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 175 Finally Became a Scumbag
"It seems that post-traumatic stress disorder can be ruled out."

Zhao Xiaochui let out a long sigh, released Yu Xiaoning's wrist, and picked up a towel to carefully wipe the sweat from his forehead.

He carefully observed her expression, making sure he hadn't missed any details.

"Please stick out your tongue so I can see it."

Yu Xiaoning obediently stuck out her tongue and cooperated with his examination.

Seeing her so compliant, Zhao Xiaochui felt a strange, indescribable feeling well up inside him.

But he quickly regained control of his emotions.

Yu Xiaoning's condition has been ruled out, but he himself seems to have developed PTSD due to his experience in America.

"Your situation is not simply a psychological problem, but an imbalance caused by the interaction between psychology and physiology."

"In traditional Chinese medicine terms, it means that the mind is disturbed, the liver qi is disordered, and the circulation of qi and blood is disordered."

Yu Xiaoning frowned slightly: "What about the Western medicine diagnosis?"

Zhao Xiaochui organized his thoughts and slowly said, "Based on my assessment, you are currently in a state of acute stress disorder (ASD), accompanied by a tendency towards obsessive thoughts."

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaoning's eyes widened, a hint of anticipation in them, as she stared intently at him.

"However, the good news is that there's no better place in the world to treat this condition than a relaxed and leisurely stroll." Zhao Xiaochui's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile.

"Traditional Chinese medicine internal massage can effectively calm the mind, relieve anxiety, soothe the liver, and regulate qi and blood."

"SPA can help you relax your mind and body, rebuild your sense of tactile security, and relieve anxiety and fear."

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaoning let out a long sigh of relief, and a relaxed smile finally appeared on her face: "And the bad news?"

Zhao Xiaochui shrugged and said with a hint of sarcasm, "The bad news is, you've already spent all 800,000 you recharged before."

Yu Xiaoning rolled her eyes slightly, then her expression turned serious as she asked earnestly, "Is what happened that night really over?"

Zhao Xiaochui lowered his head, his voice low and firm: "It's over, completely over."

"When will Aunt Chen be back?" Yu Xiaoning continued to ask, her tone tinged with worry.

"I don't know." Zhao Xiaochui shook his head, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

He paused for a moment, then added, "Perhaps it will be a long time from now."

Yu Xiaoning frowned slightly: "Is it because of her injuries? Are her injuries serious?"

It wasn't because of the injury, of course.

That night, he transferred almost all the heat and life force in his body to the fat receptionist, hoping that she could recover quickly if she could make it to the hospital.

As for the real reason, he couldn't and didn't want to tell Yu Xiaoning.

The quick-witted and capable woman rolled her eyes, as if she had thought of something: "That person in America, do you have anything to do with him?"

Zhao Xiaochui remained silent.

Yu Xiaoning pressed further, "Is this also the reason why Aunt Chen isn't coming back?"

How do these brilliant minds work? Why are they always able to guess the truth?

Zhao Xiaochui dared not respond. His actions in America could only be described as "killing mad."

If it weren't for the fat receptionist, who was still critically ill, pleading with him to calm down during their last phone call, he probably would have already transformed into a killing machine and returned to China to unleash a bloodbath.

The price for granting him freedom, a massage therapist who could easily spiral out of control, was that the overweight receptionist had to return to his original workplace and undergo investigation.

As for the other exchange conditions, Zhao Xiaochui knew nothing about them and didn't want to know.

Because he could sense from their last phone call that Fatty Sister was willing to go back, and even happy about it.

He will happily continue working as a masseur, patiently waiting for Fatty Sister's return.

Zhao Xiaochui dared not let Yu Xiaoning continue to ask questions. He boldly picked up Yu Xiaoning and gently placed the blushing, strong woman on the soft massage bed.

"To celebrate the end of all the trouble, this service is free." Rather than answering Yu Xiaoning's pointed questions, he preferred to massage her body and use his hands to relieve her pain and stress.

Her condition is a very typical case in textbooks. Zhao Xiaochui finally had the opportunity to try the "flying meridian and moving qi" technique (quickly alternating four fingers) for the first time, pressing from Fengshi acupoint to Zulinqi acupoint.

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Zhao Xiaochui proved one thing through countless practices: knowledge gained from books is ultimately superficial.

So that's why he provided free services even though he got wet again.

Otherwise, friendship is friendship, and beautiful women are beautiful women, but the money you're entitled to must not be reduced by a single penny.

The current Yu Xiaoning holds an important position at a young age and is known to almost everyone; in his previous life, Zhao Xiaochui had never even heard of Yu Xiaoning.

So even though he left her that night, she still owed him.

Besides, Yu Xiaoning had to pay him to touch her, while his Liu Li and Zhou Xuan were free.

Free things are always the best.

Zhao Xiaochui mentally gave himself a thumbs up for his own logical consistency.

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By the time Yu Xiaoning was safely put into the van, the waiting area was already packed with children.

With an apologetic smile, Zhao Xiaochui hurriedly ran towards the studio, only to find Ma Jinfang trapped inside.

"..."

Zhao Xiaochui stared at the large black garbage bag she was carrying on her back and asked helplessly:

"Aunt Ma, what are you doing again?"

Zhao Xiaochui wouldn't say anything harsh to this person.

It wasn't just because she had been kind to him, but also because it was the first time Ma Jinfang had been able to hold her head high and live a normal life.

She had spent her entire life bowing her head, becoming accustomed to passive acceptance of fate, and seeing only violence and despair when she looked up.

Ma Jinfang chuckled foolishly, trying to fool them—she used the elevator that was only allowed to be used by Zhao Xiaochui.

"Aunt Ma!"

Seeing the parents and children patiently waiting outside the door, Zhao Xiaochui increased the shade.

"The earpiece said that the professional cleaning company missed their appointment by a day," Ma Jinfang said softly, her head down, realizing she couldn't get away with it. "The upstairs room had been filled with excrement for a long time, making it even harder to clean, so I went to clean it."

After giving her instructions, Ma Jinfang looked up, her eyes shining:
"Master, let me tell you, I'm very experienced in cleaning up manure. If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself, the room looks brand new."

Zhao Xiaochui stared at her with his mouth agape. Was the main point cleaning? The main point was disinfection.

But this explanation didn't work on her.

"Thank you for your hard work, Aunt Ma."

"Little Hammer, let me tell you, if this happens again, just tell me, and I'll take care of it properly. Don't waste your money..."

Zhao Xiaochui, unable to bear it any longer, pointed outwards like an aircraft carrier commander:
"go!"

After Ma Jinfang disappeared, the parents and children, filled with anticipation, happily walked in.

For some reason, Zhao Xiaochui was most relaxed when receiving these simple guests.

Oh, and those two unreliable women too.

He kept arranging things but wouldn't answer the phone.

After getting off work, Zhao Xiaochui made a tough decision and caught Liu Li, who was trying to sneak away.

He finally became the scumbag he had always wanted to be.

(End of this chapter)