The dating reality show host just wanted to give up, but the rich girl fell for him.

Just then, Lin Chacha, who had been standing by observing the situation, made her move.

As a "tea master" with a keen sense of smell, she immediately realized that the camera was now focused on Lin Mo.

Anyone who can associate with Lin Mo can get on the trending topics list.

"Brother Lin Mo~"

Lin Chacha swayed her hips and squeezed through, blocking Jiang Ruoyun's path.

Today she was wearing a strapless tank top, deliberately showing off her already fair shoulders to Lin Mo.

"Actually, I'm not feeling well either~"

Lin Chacha's voice was so sweet it sounded like it had three spoonfuls of saccharin added, "I was moving things there all night, my shoulders are killing me, I think I've developed a bit of uneven shoulders."

As she spoke, she winked at Lin Mo with her big eyes, which were covered in false eyelashes:

"Could you give someone a massage too? Okay?"

The live stream chat was instantly flooded with "vomiting" emojis.

[Tea Sister may be late, but she's here.]

[Jiang Ruoyun was really having a cramp just now, you really wanted to take advantage of her, didn't you?]

[Lin Mo, don't agree! This woman has ulterior motives!]

Lin Mo looked at the shoulder that was right under his eyelids and frowned slightly.

A cheap perfume scent hit my nose, completely different from the faint woody fragrance on Jiang Ruoyun's body.

It's a bit pungent.

He originally intended to refuse.

After all, his hands also have dignity; they don't serve just anyone.

But just as he was about to tell him to get lost, he caught a glimpse of Zhao Kuo's constipated face out of the corner of his eye.

And then there's Jiang Ruoyun, looking like a little annoyed but too afraid to speak up.

Lin Mo suddenly changed his mind.

If you're going to slap someone in the face, then do it thoroughly.

Once everyone is subdued, let's see how stubborn Zhao Kuo can still be.

"Are your shoulders sore?"

Lin Mo tossed the alcohol swab in his hand into the trash can and said in a flat tone, "Sit down."

Lin Chacha was overjoyed.

She glanced triumphantly at Jiang Ruoyun, as if to say, "See? Men are all the same," and then obediently sat down on the small stool that Jiang Ruoyun had just sat on.

"Brother Lin Mo, please be gentle~ I'm afraid of getting hurt~"

Lin Chacha turned around sweetly and coquettishly, "If the massage is comfortable, I can give you..."

"Shut up."

Lin Mo coldly interrupted her, "Turn your head and look ahead."

Lin Chacha was met with a cold shoulder and could only turn her head away dejectedly.

Lin Mo stood up and walked behind Lin Chacha.

They didn't search for acupoints as gently as they had done with Jiang Ruoyun.

His hand gripped the junction of Lin Chacha's left shoulder and neck.

That's the thickest part of the trapezius muscle.

"Lower your head."

Lin Mo's voice was devoid of any warmth.

Lin Chacha lowered her head subconsciously.

In that very instant.

Lin Mo suddenly exerted force with his right hand, lifting her chin, and pressed down on her shoulder with his left hand.

There was no massage.

There was no kneading.

There was not even any warning.

It's just one word—

扭！

"Snap!!!"

A sharp, chilling sound instantly rang out in the quiet living room.

The sound was so loud and clear that it was like breaking a dry sugarcane.

Or perhaps he dismantled a roast chicken with his bare hands.

"ah----!!!"

What followed was Lin Chacha's shrill scream, like a pig being slaughtered.

The cry was eight octaves higher than Jiang Ruoyun's earlier, piercing through the villa's soundproof glass and startling a flock of sparrows in the trees outside.

Lin Chacha jumped up, clutching her neck and bursting into tears:

"It's broken! It's broken! My neck is broken!"

"Lin Mo, you're killing me! Waaaaaah..."

The viewers in the live stream were stunned by the loud crack.

Holy crap! That sound...it hurts just to hear it!

[Is Lin Mo getting revenge? Absolutely!]

But why does it feel so good to listen to?

[+1! That click sound is practically ASMR! A dream come true for those with OCD!]

Zhao Kuo was so frightened that he took two steps back, his face turning pale.

Is this supposed to be bone setting?

This is clearly a dismemberment scene!

however.

Before Lin Chacha could finish crying, Lin Mo calmly let go of her hand and casually wiped it on her clothes with a look of disgust.

"Try turning your head."

Lin Chacha cried and cursed, "What the hell are you talking about! It's broken, how can it turn! I'm calling the police... Huh?"

She stopped mid-sentence.

I subconsciously turned my neck.

left.

right.

Look up.

Bow down.

The aches and pains from looking down at your phone for long periods, the heavy feeling like a stone is pressing on your shoulders...

That's it?!

Not only was it gone, but when the neck turned, it made an extremely smooth "creaking" sound, as if a rusty bearing had been re-oiled.

That feeling of ease made her feel as if she had lost two ounces.

Lin Chacha's tears were still clinging to her eyelashes, but her mouth was agape in an "O" shape.

"It's...not sour anymore?"

She touched her neck in disbelief. "And...it seems like I can see things more clearly now?"

"That means the pressure on the cervical vertebrae has been relieved by repositioning."

Lin Mo sat back on the sofa, picked up the large tea mug, and said, "Next."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Those who thought Lin Mo was ruthless just moments ago now have completely changed their expressions.

That's the look in their eyes when they look at a miracle doctor!

We're all modern office workers, who doesn't have cervical spondylosis, lumbar disc herniation, or mouse hand?

This kind of immediate effect is a hundred times better than any physical therapy shop!

"Brother Lin! Brother Lin, look at me!"

The previously silent male guest suddenly rushed forward, saying, "I play video games all the time, and my right wrist is killing me. Is it ruined?"

Lin Mo glanced at it: "Mouse hand, carpal tunnel syndrome."

He reached out and grabbed the male guest's wrist.

Traction.

Shaking.

Suddenly, I felt a release.

"Click!"

Another crisp sound.

Male guest: "Wow!...Huh? It's done? Holy crap! It's really done!"

"Master Lin! What about me! Do I have a dowager's hump?"

"Dr. Lin! My lower back is a little sore, could it be due to kidney problems...?"

In an instant, the love nest, which was originally filled with the sweet and sour smell of romance, was transformed into "Lin's Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic".

The guests stopped dating and stopped being jealous of each other.

They lined up like elderly people waiting to receive eggs, eagerly stuffing their arms and legs into Lin Mo's hands.

A variety of sounds, both grating and incredibly stress-relieving, rose and fell in the living room.

"Snap!"

"Aww, that feels so good!"

"Boom!"

"Wow~ So clear!"

The comments section was full of requests for "registration assistance," "This makes me want to get my bones set too," and "This is such a stress-relieving experience."

He was the only one there, and he seemed out of place.

Zhao Kuo stood alone in the corner of the living room.

He looked at Lin Mo, who was surrounded by the crowd, as if he were looking at a radiant cult leader.

He himself was like a destitute person no one wanted.

His hand unconsciously went to his lower back.

There, a dull ache is throbbing.

Actually, he had felt a cold sensation in his lower back since last night, especially after being stimulated by Lin Mo's words "unstable chassis," the soreness became even more pronounced.

Could it be... that I'm really a little weak?

Watching Lin Chacha twist her flexible neck, and watching the male guest swing his wrists casually.

It felt like a million ants were crawling all over Zhao Kuo's heart.

想去。

But I can't bring myself to do it.

After all, he had just sworn that traditional Chinese medicine was a scam. If he went to seek treatment now, wouldn't that be like offering his face to Lin Mo for a slap?

But... it really hurts.

While Zhao Kuo was struggling with his conscience, Lin Mo seemed to have already finished dealing with all the "patients".

"Alright, let's pack up and leave."

Lin Mo rubbed his slightly sore shoulders and began packing his silver needle pouch.

"The free clinic is over for today. If you want to see a doctor again next time, you'll have to pay a registration fee."

After saying that, he hung the large tea mug on his waist, stood up, and prepared to go back to his small room in Building C to catch up on some sleep.

The miracle doctor was about to leave.

Zhao Kuo became anxious.

That desire for health finally triumphed over that pitiful sense of self-esteem.

Especially when another wave of back pain hit him and he almost couldn't stand up.

"Wait...wait a minute!"

Zhao Kuo suddenly stretched out his hand, his voice so loud it was almost distorted.

Lin Mo stopped and looked back at him with a playful expression.

"What brings you here, Young Master Zhao? Are you here to continue explaining your fascia gun theory?"

Zhao Kuo's face turned a deep purplish-red.

He gritted his teeth and, under the mocking gazes of everyone, reluctantly took two steps forward.

That hand was still awkwardly resting on his lower back.

"Um... since you're so amazing..."

Zhao Kuo's voice grew softer and softer, almost like a mosquito's hum:

"Could you... take a look at it for me too?"

He avoided Lin Mo's gaze, looked at the crack in the floor, and added in a low voice:

"Recently... my lower back has been feeling a bit uncomfortable."