The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 71

After finishing the massage plan, Zhao Xiaochui lost interest in the woman in bed. He met Jiang Ying's hesitant gaze and solemnly instructed her:

"It will hurt a lot in a while, you need to bear it and not move."

He was unaware that his repeated antics had already driven this 'Madam Jiang' to her wits' end.

Jiang Ying bit her lip, looking pitiful... Women are always unsatisfied, wanting results but unwilling to suffer pain.

It's a pity Zhao Xiaochui didn't see it, otherwise this woman's appearance might have really made him lose his composure.

He pulled away the chair, stood by the bed, closed his eyes, and began practicing his internal energy cultivation.

He doesn't have any internal energy or qi in his body, but starting from the basics of the Six Healing Sounds, without using heat, traditional Chinese internal energy massage can indeed make customers feel qi.

Now Zhao Xiaochui is even more certain of this, because the colored heat flow provides him with evidence.

The heat seemed to have intensified; starting after the massage of the master teacher, the emotions it expressed became clearer, but it no longer flowed out of Zhao Xiaochui's body on its own.

However, the upgrade time was too short, and Zhao Xiaochui was unsure if his feelings were correct, as the number of exploration attempts was currently too few.

On the massage bed, Zhao Xiaochui could clearly feel that the heat was making her feel slightly better than normal. What was the reason for this?
Perhaps her social value lies in creating many jobs.

"Ms. Jiang, does your business comply with the Labor Law?"

Jiang Ying, who was waiting for her massage, was annoyed by this remark. She rolled her eyes, and said bluntly, "I'm annoyed."
"I am a businessman, not a philanthropist!"

"Oh well."

Having confirmed the accuracy of the heat flow emotion, Zhao Xiaochui extended his right hand and gently placed it on the abdomen of the body.

A slight flow of heat emerged, only a very thin thread, slowly flowing through the surgical site.

For a disease that traditional Chinese medicine textbooks clearly state cannot be cured, Zhao Xiaochui could not be overly cautious. While this heat flow might bring Jiang Ying some benefit, its primary function is monitoring.

Monitor the left hand to assess the effects of traditional Chinese medicine internal energy massage.

The Ren Meridian and the Foot Taiyin Meridian.

Push with your thumb, rub with your whole palm, massage, knead, and push with your palm.

Qihai, Guanyuan, Xuehai, Sanyinjiao, Shenshu, Baliao.

Press each of the above acupoints with your thumb for 2 minutes, applying 0.5 kg of pressure at a frequency of 75 times per minute.

Abdominal palm massage for 3 minutes, pressure 0.5 kg, frequency 60 times per minute.

Massage the abdomen for 3 minutes with a pressure of 0.25 kg and a frequency of 60 times per minute, in a counterclockwise direction.

Knead the Qihai and Guanyuan acupoints for 2 minutes each, applying 1 kg of pressure at a frequency of 90 times per minute.

Press your palms flat against the eight acupoints for 3 minutes, applying 0.5 kg of pressure at a frequency of 150 times per minute.

This was the first time Zhao Xiaochui had used a complete set of traditional Chinese medicine internal energy massage techniques. He could clearly feel that during the exercise, not only was his physical strength being depleted, but he also felt a loss of vitality.

No wonder those experts and masters don't easily take action.

However, Zhao Xiaochui possesses a heat flow. Under his control, the heat flow does not assist in treatment, but rather in his own recovery!

The heat ensured his vigorous vitality, but the loss of physical strength was inevitable.

Beads of sweat rolled down his jawline from his forehead...

Jiang Ying was lying on her back, her almond-shaped eyes, slightly upturned at the corners, seemed to be filled with spring water, and her eyelashes fluttered as if they were hiding hooks, staring intently at Zhao Xiaochui's every move.

Tonight was the first time in so many years that she had been defeated in front of a man, and it was all after careful planning and preparation.

And he was a young man. In other situations, which young man wouldn't act like an obedient puppy when he saw her?

She has countless ways to retaliate against any man who dares to disregard her, but the awkward thing is that she is now begging for help.

Jiang Ying lay on her back, watching him place his right hand on her abdomen and then slowly slide it upwards without applying any force, like a lecherous man taking advantage of her.

Doesn't it hurt?
Jiang Ying felt her opportunity had arrived; every woman is a born actress, let alone her.

She stared intently at him, a hazy mist floating beneath her willow-leaf eyebrows and eyes, her lips slightly pursed and glistening with moisture, her smooth, delicate belly beginning to rise and fall more rapidly.

"Don't move!" A stern rebuke interrupted her performance.

Jiang Ying: "..."

She had no time to think about anything else; intense pain was shooting out from below her navel.

"Ah~" "Hmm~"

This sound was even more seductive than Liu Li's moans during sex.

Zhao Xiaochui's attention wasn't on the sound; he was focused on observing the warm flow inside the woman's abdomen.

For internal energy massage to be effective, it must reach a certain level of penetration. Whether this penetration will cause harm to the woman's surgical site or other areas is Zhao Xiaochui's main concern, and also the reason why other massage therapists hesitate to perform it.

In excruciating pain, Jiang Ying watched helplessly as sweat instantly appeared on Zhao Xiaochui's forehead, and as drops of sweat dripped down onto her abdomen.

Jiang Ying suddenly fell silent. She had endured all kinds of suffering, and she could bear this little bit of pain.

The Qihai point, 1.5 inches below the navel, ended, and Zhao Xiaochui's shirt became damp; the Guanyuan point, 3 inches below the navel, ended, and his shirt was soaked.

By the time Zhao Xiaochui reached the Sanyinjiao acupoint on the inner side of his calf, he was completely soaked.

Despite her pain, Jiang Ying attempted to speak again, this time without any ulterior motives, but instead wanted to call her assistant for help.

"Don't move, don't speak."

Zhao Xiaochui looked exhausted, and gritted his teeth as he spoke:
"Turn over, use my strength, slowly turn over."

Jiang Ying shut her mouth, and when she felt the pressure from the hand on her hip, she flipped over.

Zhao Xiaochui continued, starting from the Shenshu acupoint on the woman's lower back and ending at the eight acupoints on the sacrum.

What is the sacrum?

Place your hand on the flat, triangular bone above your tailbone, directly below your waistband (that is, the sacrum). On each side of this bone, there are four small indentations, eight in total, like two rows of dimples.

To put it simply, it refers to a woman's entire buttocks.

By this point, Zhao Xiaochui had touched every sensitive part of the woman's lower body.

Zhao Xiaochui made money and accomplished things that countless men would never even dream of doing.

Unfortunately, he didn't have any particular thoughts; he just wanted to rest.

"Pfft."

He collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his body warming itself and preventing his life force from fading away.

This concludes the complete set of traditional Chinese medicine internal massage techniques.

If the price is right, will the service be right?
Zhao Xiaochui gave a perfect answer to this question, and even exceeded the mark by a considerable margin.

'No matter how good the environment is, without my skills, all I can do is get a good night's sleep,' that's Zhao Xiaochui's true thought.

Jiang Ying was also lying on the massage bed, panting. As Zhao Xiaochui let go, the excruciating pain disappeared, and Jiang Ying gradually regained sensation in her body.

The sense of ease, the sense of ease I've been longing for all this time, suddenly arrived.

Even though she had seen it with her own eyes and arranged for her trusted confidants to conduct a detailed investigation, and knew about the young man's miraculous abilities, she never expected it to be this miraculous.

She was about to express her gratitude, but then...

Don't overthink it.

Zhao Xiaochui's voice came through.

"The most thorough relief this time is from your liver stagnation turning into fire. Once the fire is gone, the irritability will naturally disappear."

Jiang Ying: "..."

She didn't plan to speak again unless the boy asked her to.

“Besides your primary illness, you still have depression, and your other symptoms have only slightly lessened.”

Zhao Xiaochui's sweat soaked the smooth floorboard, making it uncomfortable to sit on. He tried to get up by supporting himself with his hands, but he slipped and fell face-first to the ground.

"..." Zhao Xiaochui asked sullenly, "By the way, how much was your prepayment again?"

Jiang Ying was overjoyed to hear this—the energetic young man had finally taken the initiative to ask her to speak…

“Mr. Chen’s account has a transfer limit, so I only paid 20 yuan.”

She spoke in a flat tone, as if she were talking about the price of street food.

"Very well, your 20 is gone."

(End of this chapter)