The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 67 Teachers
After the physical examination, Zhao Xiaochui suppressed the surging excitement within him and calmly went to the front desk:

"Who is this old man?"

"What's wrong?" The chubby receptionist glanced at him sideways. "You're checking the ingredients for your massages now?"

Zhao Xiaochui put his right hand in his pocket and shook his head, saying, "He didn't write down all the symptoms on the work order. There might be a lesion in his body."

"..." The chubby receptionist stared at him for a while before asking softly, "Is his situation the same as that of the technical investigation expert from last time?"

If it's a matter of life and death, she would never let Zhao Xiaochui do it, regardless of the guest's status.

"It's not that serious, just a common old age ailment." Zhao Xiaochui didn't explain further; sometimes it's better to be oblivious, something the chubby receptionist had taught him.

The chubby receptionist understood and truthfully explained, "He is a special-grade teacher who was rehired from Xicheng by Fatou Elementary School. He has been on leave for some time recently due to health problems, so we should treat him if possible."

So what did this old man train for the country?
Thinking of the even more exaggerated reaction from Reliu than when he met Chen Yanqing, Zhao Xiaochui glared at the fat receptionist, opened his mouth, and then sighed.

He's willing to serve such customers, but only if the risks are minimized.

Zhao Xiaochui took out the work order, wrote down a treatment plan on it, handed it to the chubby receptionist, and returned to the studio after the receptionist nodded in confirmation.

The old man remained obediently lying on the massage bed, his navy blue shirt perfectly pressed, his cufflinks slightly faded, perfectly matching Zhao Xiaochui's impression of a good teacher.

So what are the occupational hazards of a good teacher?
Vocal cord nodules, cervical lordosis, lumbar disc herniation, carpal tunnel syndrome, varicose veins in the lower extremities, gastroesophageal reflux, hemorrhoids, and then... sensorineural hearing loss.

He has completely lost hearing in his right ear, and that's the only thing missing from the work order.

Zhao Xiaochui hesitated. He suspected that if he used his right hand, he might be sucked to death by the old man!

"Honey, are you done pressing the buttons?"

Okay, the old man may have had massages, but most massage therapists can't really touch him, so he considers not feeling anything to be normal.

Even if we brought in Da Qiao, the best technician among our colleagues, she'd probably only be able to completely cripple or kill this old man...

"Not yet, sir!" he shouted into the old man's ear. "I'll start now, just to let you know in advance. I'll tap your hand first, then press your head, do you hear me?"

“Why are you shouting so loudly?” the old man shouted back. “Speak at a normal volume, kid. I’m not blind or deaf.”

You're just showing off.

Zhao Xiaochui pursed his lips, put a sweat band on his forehead, grabbed the old man's right hand with his left hand, observed intently, and slowly raised his right hand.

Tap with your right hand.

The Hand Shaoyang Sanjiao Meridian.

Waiguan acupoint.

A blur streaked across the sky.

"Crack~"

The tapping was a brief contact, but the heat surged at an unexpected speed.

With another "bang," Zhao Xiaochui gritted his teeth and braced himself on the massage bed.

A quarter of the heat was lost in that instant, but thankfully he held on and didn't collapse onto the old man.

After taking a couple of deep breaths, Zhao Xiaochui stood up straight.

Left-hand traditional Chinese medicine internal massage.

Use your thumb to push, knead, and grasp.

Hand-Taiyang Small Intestine Meridian.

Listen to the palace point.

Zhao Xiaochui was more focused than ever before.

With his left hand, he slowly applied penetrating force to the Tinggong acupoint, while with his right hand, he gently tapped the bed next to the old man's right ear.

This time the old man didn't argue—he couldn't hear him at all.

Perhaps, this is the meaning of his rebirth with warmth.

This old man, who dedicated his youth and health to education, may not do anything for himself when he passes away.

So what if he has students all over the world? Will he spend time cooperating with experts?

He would never undergo a Western medical procedure for a chronic illness.

Below the Tinggong acupoint lies a point with a Western medical name—the tympanic branch of the internal carotid artery. Just listen to that name! Would an ordinary massage therapist dare to touch it?

Only Zhao Xiaochui remained focused beside the old man, slowly applying force with his left hand until he felt that familiar heat, then cautiously calmed down. The heat flow clearly indicated that the next point was an artery.

Without some kind of cheat code, he would never dare to do this. His right hand continued to tap, again and again.

until……

The old man spoke up.

"child……"

"Yes, please go ahead." Zhao Xiaochui lay there, focusing on his left hand, while his right hand was subtly withdrawn.

"Are you done?" The old man spoke softly, but surprisingly with a stern tone.

"It's over."

He finished speaking, but his left thumb slowly reduced the pressure, and after a while, it finally loosened its grip on the old man's head.

Then, without anyone helping him, the old man stood up on his own, several times faster than when he came.

He looked at Zhao Xiaochui with a complicated expression, noticing the sweat band on his head and the soaked clothes on his body.

"Do you know that sensorineural hearing loss is a typical organic disease?"

The tone of voice was like a teacher reprimanding a student.

Zhao Xiaochui nodded nervously.

"Then tell me, is massage effective for organic lesions?"

Upon hearing this question, Zhao Xiaochui realized he had encountered someone knowledgeable, and he lowered his head and remained silent like a student who had made a mistake.

The answer to the old man's question is clear—it has a supplementary effect.

Normally, this would mean that it has no effect.

Moreover, the old man had an absolute contraindication for massage—cervical spondylosis (spinal cord type).

This type of cervical spondylosis is a devastating blow to massage therapists.

Anyone who touches them will die; customers will be pressed to death, and masseuses will be beaten to death!
This is also why Zhao Xiaochui only touched the old man's head.

Seeing Zhao Xiaochui's expression, the old man's serious face suddenly softened: "You know me?"

"I don't know him," Zhao Xiaochui said honestly.

"Taking such a risk when you don't even know someone?" The old man was a sensible man; he knew he was lucky to have encountered something extraordinary.

"Sister Pang said you need treatment."

The old man understood; it must be his student who had found the 'fat woman'.

He sighed, "Son, I can continue to pretend to be deaf, but my body..."

He nimbly spun around twice, then asked with a complicated expression, "How can I fit into this body?"

“You don’t need to pretend, it’s just a temporary illusion,” Zhao Xiaochui replied. “When you go out in a bit, you’ll still feel uncomfortable, it won’t get better so quickly. Remember to take the work order with you and come for a massage at the time specified on it.”

"That's good~"

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhao Xiaochui knew that the old man was relieved for him.

"Child, how old are you?"

"19 is old."

"So young."

The old man stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder. Zhao Xiaochui's eyes narrowed. His...

The heat flow didn't move.

"Child, you're too young. You don't know how complicated this society is. You'll see in the future..."

The old man sighed, "From now on, no matter who you meet, try not to use this thing if you can avoid it."

Zhao Xiaochui understood the old man's meaning and chuckled awkwardly, "I just happened to run into you."

"Neither can I! Nobody can!"

The lovable old man left, pretending to gesture at the front desk to get the work order, and then shuffling away in a fake manner.

The chubby receptionist noticed something amiss and gave Zhao Xiaochui a half-smile.

Zhao Xiaochui pretended not to see, changed his clothes and washed his hands, and went to the police station for a meal.

(End of this chapter)