The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 15 Too Honest

After completing today's door-to-door service, Zhao Xiaochui's account balance is 15408.8.

Because she hadn't done the job properly, Li Ying paid her a service fee of 500 yuan.

The chubby receptionist had told Zhao Xiaochui that his on-site service fees would be very chaotic in the short term because the market needed to position him based on his skills, his clients, and the level of demand for his skills. In short, it would be an upward curve.

During her lunch break, Zhao Xiaochui strolled around the Temple of Heaven, asked someone to take a photo of her with the temple, and took many selfies before sending them to her mother's WeChat account.

The reply was a smiling face and a suggestion that he take some time to visit Tiananmen Square.

Zhao Xiaochui squinted happily and gave up his seat on bus number 41 to an elderly woman returning home from grocery shopping.

Back at the Zhenqingsong Massage Parlor, the smile on my face hadn't faded.

However, they soon dispersed.

Walking into the massage parlor, Zhao Xiaochui followed the fat receptionist's finger and saw customers waiting for him on plastic stools against the wall.

He stared blankly.

She has beautiful features and a graceful figure, exuding the composure and confidence of a mature woman from head to toe.

How could Liu Li compare to a woman like that?

How can a spirited young man resist?

"Zhao Xiaochui?"

Zhao Xiaochui nodded blankly.

The woman switched her priceless handbag with her right hand, extending her right hand and smiling broadly: "I am Yu Xiaoning. My uncle, Secretary Du, should have mentioned me."

The soft, sharp voice seemed to possess a certain magic, causing Zhao Xiaochui to involuntarily take a step closer to the woman. Only when he grasped her slender, fair right hand and felt its unparalleled softness did he nod as if waking from a dream.

"You, hello."

Just then, the chubby receptionist's loud voice rang out, rescuing Zhao Xiaochui from his embarrassment:
"Little Hammer, you guys go to the cupping room."

After saying that, the chubby receptionist glared at Yu Xiaoning.

She stuck out her tongue quietly and followed Zhao Xiaochui, who was walking with the same gait as her, into the private room.

After making the bed and getting everything ready, Zhao Xiaochui took out his notebook and looked at it. It contained records of Secretary Liu's instructions regarding the woman's symptoms.

Lower abdominal and lumbosacral pain, accompanied by rectal tenesmus...

Zhao Xiaochui pursed his lips; this was troublesome.

It involves more than a dozen acupoints and techniques.

Without a fever, he wouldn't even have the confidence to get a physical exam.

Zhao Xiaochui stared at the woman's abdomen.

Yu Xiaoning looked at him with interest and suddenly asked, "Do you need a physical exam?"

Zhao Xiaochui shook his head repeatedly upon hearing this.

How to check? If the symptoms are located in the lower abdomen, and massage has no effect after the examination, then it's definitely a scam.

With clear symptoms and a clear Western medical diagnosis, Zhao Xiaochui decided to skip the physical examination and go straight to asking, "Do you usually have a lot of vaginal discharge?"

“Many.” When talking about the female reproductive system, Yu Xiaoning was not embarrassed and spoke frankly.

"Roll up your trouser legs, expose your knees, and lie on your back."

Yu Xiaoning's expression finally changed: "Technician Zhao, my ailment is in my abdomen."

"Thank you for your kind address," Zhao Xiaochui finally became more normal when it came to his job. "I only look at the symptoms, not the disease itself. Since you have abdominal symptoms, we'll start with your calves today."

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaoning thought for a moment. She had switched from open wound surgery to internal medicine inflammation, and had been seeing Western doctors. Occasionally, she would also learn about traditional Chinese medicine. She understood that the young man had his own thoughts, so she rolled up her trouser legs and lay back on the massage bed.

Not daring to look at the high peaks and flat abdomen, Zhao Xiaochui stared at his calves, which shimmered like porcelain, with even the finest veins faintly visible on them.

She swallowed hard, silently repeating to herself, "I am a warm-hearted masseuse, I am..."

The soothing masseuse raised her right hand and silently said "open" in her mind.

A warm current flows, the thumb becomes hot, and it slowly falls onto the inside of the woman's calf, three inches above the tip of the inner ankle.

Thumb pushing method.

Foot Taiyin Spleen Meridian.

Sanyinjiao.

One second, two seconds... five seconds.

"Puff~"

Zhao Xiaochui fell to the ground.

Hearing the thud of a body falling, Yu Xiaoning, disregarding the changes in her own body, quickly got up and saw Zhao Xiaochui lying on the ground, covered in sweat. He was soaked, pale-faced, staring at her with a complex expression, muttering...
Using uncivilized language:
"NMLGB~"

…………

"He insulted you?"

At dinner table in OCT that night, Secretary Liu held up the blood routine test report and asked...

Yu Xiaoning nodded, her slightly aggrieved face no longer pale, and a faint blush added to her charm.

Secretary Liu sighed: "I got scolded too."

"Pfft~"

Two elderly people nearby burst into gloating laughter.

"Is this Aunt Chen?"

Secretary Liu nodded. In Fatou, besides that fat receptionist, who else could berate him so viciously and so filthily?

"It's just that your illness was downgraded," Secretary Liu said, sounding a little aggrieved. "Is it really that big of a deal?"

“How could it not be?” the old man next to him said indignantly. “If anything happens to Xiao Zhao, I’ll beat you up.”

"Dad, everything's alright." Secretary Liu didn't dare to argue and quickly changed the subject, holding up the test results in his hand, "Xiao Ning's inflammatory markers have come down, and further treatment can begin."

The elderly were overjoyed to hear this good news.

Their granddaughter's injuries had always been a source of worry for them, but now there was finally hope.

"Uncle~"

"What's the matter?"

"I haven't paid yet."

The old man raised his eyebrows and said unhappily, "Why don't you give me the money? Don't think that just because your Aunt Chen is here, Xiao Zhao is also a capable person. Don't let him down."

Yu Xiaoning helplessly held up the report, which showed the indicators that she had spent countless amounts of money on but had been unable to lower:
"How should I give it? How much should I give it? Do you expect me to give Aunt Chen 60 yuan at the massage parlor?"

"..."

The family looked at each other.

…………

At the same time, a group of middle-aged women, looking at each other in silence, were also genuinely relaxed.

The massage parlor closed early, and all the employees were sent back to the break room.

Chen Guifen, the plump receptionist, and her group of girlfriends gathered together, looking at each other in disbelief.

Is there any hope for Xiao Ning's illness?

The chubby receptionist, who had thoroughly enjoyed berating the neighborhood secretary, put down her phone and nodded with a look of utter shock.

The human body is full of contradictions, and Yu Xiaoning's illness is a typical example.

Because of the inflammation, she was at high risk of infection, which prevented her from receiving further treatment; without continued treatment, the inflammation would not subside.

Just like kidney failure can lead to heart failure, treating heart failure can worsen kidney failure, but if you don't treat it, then heart failure can lead to multiple organ failure.

Therefore, some patients believe that traditional Chinese medicine has miraculous effects on certain diseases, but nephrologists are watching more and more patients suffer from kidney failure due to indiscriminate use of traditional Chinese medicine, leaving them feeling helpless and frustrated.

Zhao Xiaochui's press happened to resolve the contradiction, creating a small but significant miracle.

The news is only circulating within a small circle, and thankfully, this small circle consists entirely of intelligent people, so there is no risk of it spreading further for the time being.

At this moment, the middle-aged women, being intelligent, finally believed in the legendary healing miracles of the massage masters.

"Is Xiaochui alright?" a middle-aged woman asked with concern.

"It's alright, Sister Qian." The plump receptionist quickly comforted her colleagues, seeing their concerned expressions. "She's just a little exhausted. According to that child, it's because her skills haven't been fully developed."

"That's good," Sister Qian said, relieved but with a hint of regret, "You guys said that Xiao Chui wasn't practicing the most basic Six Healing Sounds, but rather the Eight Pieces of Brocade, the Five Animal Frolics, or something like that..."

"Come on," someone on the street rolled their eyes. "You should be grateful to have found someone like this. Your family has plenty of connections and you're not short of money. Why don't you find someone with similar abilities?"

It depends on the nature of the relationship, and it depends on how much money one has.

Even if you exhaust your connections and money to find a true master, if that person is in their seventies or eighties and has plans to benefit their descendants, they have better channels. Why would they waste their energy and lifespan to cure you?
Do you think people are after your big face?

So, Zhao Xiaochui, this kid...

So honest.

"This price is unacceptable!"

(End of this chapter)