20 years of restarting life

Chapter 3494 I'll Give You One Minute
"You make it sound so easy. I'd like to make changes too. Over the years, I've been thinking about how to innovate opera genres so that they can inherit and promote our traditional culture, and also make it appealing to the general public and young people, without changing the core of traditional culture, so that it has the ability to be inherited and continued."

Ke Yaqing threw the cigarette butt into the disposable paper cup Zhao Chang'an was drinking from. With a 'hiss', she raised both hands and stretched out her fair and slender fingers, vigorously rubbing her temples. Her pretty face showed an expression of unbearable pain, which made people feel sorry for her.

"Mr. Zhao, let's change the subject. My old ailment is flaring up again. When it flares up, it hurts for days and I can't sit or stand still. I can only rely on painkillers and sleeping pills to get through it."

The reason she agreed to travel abroad with her daughter on a chartered plane was because her migraines had become so severe that only increasing the dosage of her medication could suppress them. However, the doctor repeatedly and seriously warned her that she could not continue taking the medication and that the dosage had to be stopped immediately, or at least reduced to her usual amount.

I suggested that she take a break from her work and go on a trip to relax, which might alleviate her migraines.

During this trip, Ke Yaqing's migraines did begin to ease. The day her migraines truly disappeared was the day she excitedly went on a shopping spree in Gangnam District, Seoul.

At the time, Ke Yaqing knew she had spent a bit too much, but the thought of it would give her a headache. She would forget about the headache as soon as she spent money. With the persuasion of her daughter, Yuan Qianru, and Miao Jialing, she thought that Zhao Chang'an probably needed her help. If it didn't violate the law or principles, she would grit her teeth and help him this once.

From that day on, although the ghost of her headache never gave up wandering outside the door and tried to squeeze in whenever it had the chance, Ke Yaqing never gave it that opportunity, resisting it by having fun and shopping.

However, at this moment, she felt as if she was about to break down. The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became, and the more anxious she became, the more her head ached. With fear and tears streaming down her face, she complained to Zhao Chang'an like a little girl: "Please stop talking about this. My head is about to explode."

"How about I rub it for you?"

Seeing Ke Yaqing's voice choked with sobs, Zhao Chang'an almost broke down as well. How could they have just started a normal conversation? If this happened outside, people would think he was a precocious little devil like Xiao Zijie, locking her in a room and trying to seduce her!
"If rubbing your head could make the pain go away, then what's the point of having doctors?"

Ke Yaqing regretted saying those harsh words as soon as she did, but she was also having a terrible headache and was afraid that it would flare up again. At that moment, even her heart started racing, and she kept silently chanting Amitabha Buddha in her heart.

"Give it a massage, it might help a little. You're racing against this headache right now, it's the headache that's weighing you down. If you can get it off the ground, it'll create a positive cycle, right?"

Having studied traditional Chinese medicine under Master Wen for several years, Zhao Chang'an felt he was more authoritative than Ke Yaqing, an outsider, and gently advised her.

"Mr. Zhao, I'm already pressing the price, aren't I?"

Ke Yaqing looked up and gave Zhao Chang'an a resentful look, thinking to herself, "Are you blind? I've used both hands, and my fingers are sore from rubbing so hard. I hope there won't be bruises by the afternoon."

"You can't rub this yourself. Traditional Chinese medicine is a vast and profound field; a slight mistake can lead to a huge error."

Zhao Chang'an stood up, but the room was very cramped and compact. The sofa where the two of them were sitting could be combined into a large bed, and the coffee table could be folded up and tucked under the bed.

So now that Ke Yaqing is sitting like this, her back is the alloy room soundproof panel. Unless Ke Yaqing sits with her buttocks facing forward, only sitting halfway, allowing Zhao Chang'an to sit on the sofa close to her thin, fragrant back and her ambiguous chest pressed against her back.

That wouldn't be a massage anymore; it would be embracing. Ke Yaqing saw Zhao Chang'an stand up and look down at her from beside her. Confused, she looked up at him with her small, pale face, her eyes brimming with tears.

Both hands were still raised, each with slender, white fingers pressing against her temples, which were as white and tender as cream.

In just a short while, her fingers had already pressed her temples until they were red, and there were even two deep nail marks.

"Let me give you a massage. Don't refuse right away. If it feels good, I'll continue. If not, you can go and rest for a while."

Standing there, Zhao Chang'an looked down out of the plane window at the land below. For an ordinary person, unless they saw a relatively large and prominent landmark, such as a river or lake, they would not be able to roughly determine the plane's location at this moment.

However, Zhao Chang'an's eyes were sharp, like an eagle soaring in the sky looking down at every detail from the low sky to the ground, a mouse, a rabbit, a sparrow and a pigeon flying low.

Although it was a winter plain below, he was able to use his sharp eyes to judge that the plane would begin its descent in about ten minutes.

Ten minutes is more than enough time; otherwise, with all the commotion afterward, Ke Yaqing would likely have an increasingly headache after getting off the plane and going home, enduring a bumpy ride.

Everything was going well, but this little thing caused things to be put on hold, which obviously wasted Zhao Chang'an's precious time and energy. Moreover, the original investment and everyone's happiness along the way ended badly at the end, which was not what Zhao Chang'an wanted to see.

"But I don't think it's very useful."

As a stunningly beautiful woman, Ke Yaqing has always been self-respecting and refusing to give other men any opportunity to take advantage of her, and she has never engaged in any ambiguous relationships.

So even though Zhao Chang'an was old enough to be her son, she still habitually refused out of protectiveness.

"Sister Ke, do you underestimate or doubt our traditional Chinese medicine, which has been passed down for thousands of years? I don't think you do, because your profession is also about carrying on and passing on our excellent culture."

Zhao Chang'an smiled warmly and said, "Sit sideways and give me a minute. I'll give you something different, something that will let you truly experience the essence of our great Chinese medicine tradition."

"Alright, alright, I can't argue with you. I'll give you one minute and see if you can press out a flower."

Ke Yaqing raised her hands and gathered her fluffy, black hair. Then, with one hand holding it, she used the other hand to pull down the white hair tie at the bottom, spread her two fingers, pushed off the tangled loops, and then retied the hair tie, neatly tying it into a simple and neat high ponytail at the top of her hair.

Suddenly, a girl's scent wafted over.