The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 51 is for

Zhao Xiaochui had no choice but to pull Sister Qian against the wall, concentrate on taking her pulse, and at the same time put his head in front of Sister Qian's mouth to smell and listen.

"The water is coming."

The chubby receptionist rushed over, carrying a suitcase in a panic.

"Open a few more bottles," Zhao Xiaochui instructed in a deep voice.

"okay!"

Not only the chubby receptionist, but also colleagues and customers who saw that something was wrong rushed over to help, and bottled water was opened and handed to Sister Qian one by one.

Zhao Xiaochui leaned closer to Sister Qian and asked, "Do you want to throw up?"

“Uh~” Sister Qian shook her head.

"Does your head hurt?"

“Uh~” Sister Qian shook her head again.

Without these two symptoms, and based on the pulse diagnosis, Zhao Xiaochui preliminarily ruled out several serious illnesses and breathed a slight sigh of relief.
"It's hiccups! Sister Qian, hold your breath and drink some water."

"Uh... what is that?"

"Never mind what it is, Sister Qian, hold your breath first, then drink water, drink as much as you can."

Seeing that Sister Qian looked uncomfortable, the chubby receptionist asked her, "Little Hammer, what's wrong?"

When the boss asked him a question, Zhao Xiaochui had no choice but to patiently explain:

"Sister Qian ate quickly and drank strong liquor. And that wasn't enough; she also ate ice cream, which led to this situation."

Everyone: "..."

The chubby receptionist raised an eyebrow, glanced at Sister Qian, and said, "Fine, you're not inviting me to the buffet? Our friendship is over!"
In traditional Chinese medicine, it's called "hiccups," while in Western medicine, it's considered an involuntary spasm of the diaphragm that causes the glottis to close, leaving only the sound of "hiccups."

Western medicine is the fastest way to deal with this kind of problem; let's stop the 'hiccups' first.

At this moment, after hearing Zhao Xiaochui's assessment, Sister Qian began to drink water while holding her breath, bottle after bottle, but the 'uh' sound still came out intermittently, almost making Sister Qian choke.

Everyone watched her drink water in silence, no one noticing that Zhao Xiaochui had quietly approached Sister Qian's ear, and then suddenly shouted:
"Ah~"

Sister Qian was so startled that she jumped up, dropping the mineral water bottle in her hand, which spilled all over the ground.

then,

The "uh" sound disappeared.

Ignoring the stunned crowd, Zhao Xiaochui quickly stood behind Sister Qian and selected the acupoints on the Bladder Meridian of Foot Taiyang, Geshu.

Traditional Chinese medicine internal massage.

Thumb pushing method.

Pressure 1.8 kg (the chubby Qian Jie needs penetration).

The frequency is once per second.

Slowly, the quiet Sister Qian opened her mouth, struggling to speak just moments before, and tried to utter a sound:
"A small, small hammer?"

The closed vocal cords opened, and Sister Qian was alright.

Zhao Xiaochui let go of his hand and wiped his sweat.

Some of the sweat came from practicing his internal energy, while the rest was the cold sweat he had from treating an acute illness in front of everyone. He was a little scared because this time he had truly been practicing medicine without a license in front of everyone.

"Well, Sister Qian just ate too much and started hiccuping," Zhao Xiaochui explained dryly to the silent crowd. "I was just helping her relieve the hiccups."

The scene was quiet, and whether they were colleagues or customers, they all nodded dryly—it's up to you whether we believe it or not.

An older woman, a regular customer leaning against the wall, looked at the "precious special number" in her hand, then glanced at the distant relative she wasn't close to, hesitating whether she should find an excuse to send the person away and go herself.

"Alright, alright," the chubby receptionist interrupted his insincere words, waving her hand impatiently. "Go do what you're supposed to do."

The old man, a regular customer who had booked a "special number," patted him meaningfully, then walked away with a big smile, looking as if he had gotten a great deal.

Zhao Xiaochui wanted to say a few more words, but Sister Qian pulled him into the studio. The chubby receptionist explained a few things to the customers and then followed them in.

Inside the house, looking at the two robust women with their burning gazes, Zhao Xiaochui suddenly felt a little guilty.

The chubby receptionist: "Tell me about it."

Zhao Xiaochui shrank back: "What did you say?"

"Tell me, what other illnesses can you cure?"

Zhao Xiaochui glanced at the two men timidly and cautiously asked, "Cancer?"

The result was two pairs of eye rolls.

Great, judging from their expressions, these two aren't crazy. If they're not crazy, they're normal people. Normal people wouldn't doubt that a cheat code could appear around them.

Zhao Xiaochui felt a little relieved: "As I said, I have basically read through the textbooks for the undergraduate program in massage at Beijing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, including 'Basic Theory of Traditional Chinese Medicine' and 'Diagnostics of Traditional Chinese Medicine'."

"For chronic symptoms, massage has a very good auxiliary effect in internal medicine, traumatology, gynecology, pediatrics, and ENT."

"As long as the indications are involved, and as long as you go to a traditional Chinese medicine hospital and find the right doctor, you can get the corresponding treatment."

"For Sister Qian's symptoms, as long as the doctor is right, the treatment will be the same no matter where you go."

Zhao Xiaochui's explanation was very simple, so simple that the chubby receptionist and Sister Qian could easily understand it.

But despite their understanding, the two burly women remained silent for a long time before Sister Qian finally asked, "Then why can't we find the right doctor?"

"..."

How could Zhao Xiaochui possibly respond to that? So he could only remain silent.

…………

Zhao Xiaochui's handling of the emergency had a profound impact on everyone.

He just drank water, gave the person a fright, pressed a couple of times, and he was cured. It's like a scene from a novel coming to life.

As Zhao Xiaochui said, when you have the right disease and the right doctor, it doesn't seem so magical. But is it so easy to find the right doctor?
Whether they were guests waiting for a special appointment or colleagues, everyone was silently processing the shock of that scene. So whenever Zhao Xiaochui appeared in the lobby, they all stared at him, as if trying to see through him.

This forced the chubby receptionist to put him in solitary confinement, preventing him from leaving the studio unless absolutely necessary.

He didn't appear at the door until dinner time, and pulled the child who was hiding in the corner into the studio.

"You clean the house in a bit, then I'll go get the food."

The chubby receptionist introduced the child's name as Yangyang.

When Yangyang is with Zhao Xiaochui, she is very quiet. She is nothing like the bad kid who swears and breaks windows that the neighbors talk about.

Zhao Xiaochui washed his hands, trimmed his nails, wrapped the trimmed nails in a tissue, and then rushed out.

"Uncle Qiao, thank you so much for earlier."

In the police station's small canteen, Zhao Xiaochui, having gotten his food, found Chief Qiao in a corner.

During the minor conflict with Lai Chenggong, Zhao Xiaochui saw several uniformed figures at the alley entrance. He knew exactly what they wanted to do and accepted their help in his heart.

Director Qiao nodded with a smile, then asked with concern, "What are those people here for?"

"I'm planning to open a high-end spa with someone, and Mr. Zhao wants to invest," Zhao Xiaochui answered truthfully.

Hearing this, Director Qiao hesitated. His attitude was understandable; having never encountered the true concept behind this, most people's first impression of those three letters was something gray and ambiguous…

SPA is a healthy term, just like the terms "gay" and "ladies" used to be, but it has been misused by some people.

"If nothing unexpected happens, the shop should be located next to the street committee office, about... 100 meters from our office?"

Zhao Xiaochui did not explain; years of misunderstanding had rendered him powerless to do so, so he simply gave the shop's address.

Director Qiao was immediately relieved.

"Uncle Qiao, can you do me a favor?" Zhao Xiaochui handed over the paper packet containing Yangyang's fingernails. "Test Yangyang's DNA and then put it into the police gene bank."

Qiao took the paper packet without hesitation: "Blood tests are the most accurate."

"It is illegal to draw blood from a minor without the permission of their guardian." Zhao Xiaochui always emphasizes that he is a law-abiding young man.

Director Qiao's lips twitched: "Little Hammer, the neighborhood committee checked the files, those two are indeed father and son."

Zhao Xiaochui had no doubt about this. He nodded, and scenes flashed through his mind of how that man from his past life had driven him to a dead end:

"I just wanted to make him uncomfortable."

"Just for that child?"

"All for that child!"

Zhao Xiaochui looked completely confident.

If not for that child, then who else could it be?

Could it be my past self before I was reborn?
(End of this chapter)