The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 185 Work 2
Gu Qiang dared not relax his grip for a moment, answering earnestly:

“Waist eye, 17th vertebra, Shenshu, Zhibian, Zhishi, Weizhong, tender point.”

He would tap the corresponding acupoint with his thumb every time he mentioned it.

Zhao Xiaochui looked carefully and found the acupoint correctly.

"After two treatments, how many lumps and stiffness are still present in the customer's lower back?"

Gu Qiang recalled the physical examination results: "One lump, one stiff area?"

Why can't I knead it?

"..." Gu Qiang remained silent. If he knew, he would have broken through that barrier.

Therefore, he could only explain his thought process:

"When I push with my thumb, the pressure, frequency, and penetration are all inaccurate!"

Zhao Xiaochui: "Insufficient penetration? Why not apply more force?"

"..."

Gu Qiang was speechless at the question posed by his 'master', who was an amateur.

If a little more force were effective, these guys wouldn't need to come here. They could just go to a basketball court, find an energetic young man, and kick him in the back. That would be much easier than anything else.

"I know what you're thinking."

At some point, the background noise in the massage parlor was turned off, the young women walked quietly, the technicians and customers listened intently, and even the elderly people in the waiting area quietly gathered around.

Shen Yan, who was backstage, acted like the director, switching Zhao Xiaochui's teaching session to the public channel.

Zhao Xiaochui's leisurely words drifted over, softly but clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Is that what a layman says?"

"But to me, saying the frequency or intensity is wrong is just layman's talk."

"Gu Qiang, and the three older brothers, I know you all go to bed very late every day!"

"Let's listen to online courses together."

"To identify acupoints on each other's bodies and train techniques, strength, and frequency."

“I do these things too, sometimes I spend most of my day doing them.”

At this point, the busy office workers gathered at the entrance of the lobby, watching the lively scene unfold.

"But is our purpose in doing all this to achieve 'these'?"

"So what if you've secured the degree, found your rhythm, and mastered the intensity?"

"In this shop, we are real massage therapists."

"Not the so-called 'numbered technicians' in street-side shops or leisure clubs."

"If that's the kind of status you're looking for, that's fine too. Once you've mastered the strength and found the right frequency, your customers, as long as they have the money, will always be your loyal customers worth 288!"

"If you recommend getting a membership card, he'll agree without hesitation because it's truly effective; you've alleviated the customer's symptoms, that's undeniable!"

"But Gu Qiang, and the three elder brothers, the correct strength and frequency are just means, not the end!"

"For lumbar muscle strain: Press the above acupoints with your thumb for 10 minutes on the tender points, and 1 minute on each of the other acupoints. Apply 1.5 kg of pressure at a frequency of 60 times per minute."

"These textbook quotes are summaries from our predecessors, summarizing the appropriate methods for most situations."

"How did the predecessors find it?"

"What if the appropriate methods can't solve the problem? Should we keep treating the customer like a loyal client and persuade them to buy a membership card, making their later years inseparable from leisurely and slow-paced travel?"

"So, what is the purpose of the Tiger-Taming Stance and breathing techniques I taught you?"

"Massage requires a subject; you and the customer are a unit, so don't just bury your head in your work."

"What a massage therapist should do is guide customers, use everything you've learned to find those lumps and stiffnesses and resolve them completely, rather than pursuing any particular pressure or frequency!"

At this point, Zhao Xiaochui released his grip and took a step back.

"The purpose of 'relaxed and slow' is to allow all customers to relax, rather than making them rush to compete with others for reservation slots every day."

"What we need to do is help customers leave healthy, not make them dependent on us forever!"

"Please remember, a relaxed and leisurely pace doesn't require guests to be overly indulged!"

The scene was quiet.

Only Gu Qiang, amidst Zhao Xiaochui's words, slowly assumed a fighting stance.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him.

He took a deep breath, slowly straightened his body, separated his feet shoulder-width apart, bent his knees slightly, and lowered his center of gravity—the Tiger-Taming Stance! Uncle Shan, lying on the bed, sensed the change in the scene and couldn't help but hold his breath in tension.

Gu Qiang pressed down with his right hand.

Traditional Chinese medicine internal massage.

Thumb pushing method.

Extra points outside the meridians.

Seventeenth vertebra.

He used all his recent knowledge to select acupoints that are closely related to the Du meridian and the Bladder meridian, and he is most skilled at regulating the Qi and blood in the lumbosacral region.

"Uncle Shan, breathe in rhythm with me," Gu Qiang whispered.

Inhale, hold your breath, exhale; one cycle takes five seconds.

The master has already made it very clear that the mistake was never in the method, but in his purpose.

He wants to cure his customers!

Having entered the Tiger-Taming Stance, Gu Qiang shifted his attention from techniques to his breathing for the first time.

The intensity and frequency all involuntarily adjust accordingly.

This time, he didn't need to say anything; his customers adjusted their positions in response to his movements.

In the hall, everyone was watching intently.

Gradually, they found that Gu Qiang's movements were becoming more and more beautiful, no, they were more pleasing to the eye.

Just like how they viewed Da Qiao these past few days, as for Zhao Xiaochui, well, nobody can understand him.

This time, Gu Qiang was no longer alone; the floor under the Tiger-Taming Stake, he, the customer, and the massage bed became a unified whole.

With the help of the Tiger-Taming Stance and breathing techniques, Gu Qiang's fingertips became incredibly sensitive.

This time, he didn't need to say anything. His customers adjusted their movements in response to his actions, as if they were having a silent exchange!

"Found it!" Gu Qiang's heart skipped a beat.

He no longer pursued "standard force," but instead, following Uncle Shan's breathing, his thumb slid deep into the muscle like a fish, and gently flicked it—

A very soft, muffled "click!"

Uncle Shan shuddered, then let out a long sigh: "Ah...that feels good!"

Everyone: "..."

Fifteen minutes later, Gu Qiang, covered in sweat, loosened his hands and slowly collapsed to the ground.

This has nothing to do with the consumption of life force; Zhao Xiaochui also taught them that method, he was just tired.

Gu Qiang was being helped by a young lady, so Zhao Xiaochui ignored him and went forward to examine Grandpa Shan.

After a moment, he helped Grandpa Shan to his feet and said with a relaxed smile:
"We sent you a video on the mini-program. It's a self-exercise for your lower back muscles. You can follow the video to exercise and consolidate the treatment effect."

"Uncle Shan, the stiffness and lumps are gone. Keep up the exercise and don't come anymore. Let's leave the opportunity for someone who needs it more."

"After a lifetime of busy work, go see the beautiful landscapes of our motherland and enjoy yourself. Don't waste your time on a massage bed."

"..."

The entire place was quiet, but a crowd of onlookers had gathered at the entrance to the office area.

The young, newly appointed female HR manager turned her head blankly and asked the accounting supervisor:

"what is this?"

Zhang Minghua shook his head with a wry smile.

If you call these things metaphysics, then he can still teach them to ordinary people.

You're just putting on an act, right? Gu Qiang's sweat is undeniable.

Suddenly, the door to the cubicle was opened.

Da Qiao, soaking wet, walked out shakily.

He squinted, trying to find Zhao Xiaochui's direction, but to no avail. So he faced the center of the hall, his face contorted with despair.
"Boss, this internal energy massage is fucking exhausting."

"Can I just not make that 888 yuan?"

After saying that, Da Qiao, like Gu Qiang, collapsed to the ground.

(End of this chapter)