The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 218 The Body of an Orphan

21-year-old Ji Wenfeng has a baby face.

If it weren't for the scars around his eyes, he would definitely be a handsome young man.

His skin was so pale that you could see the faint blue veins on the side of his neck, his hair was messy and sticking up, and he had a layer of stubble on his chin.

He was lying face down on the massage bed, his face almost buried in his phone, his nose less than an inch from the screen, his left eye narrowed into a slit—his only remaining, barely perceptible sense of light.

The laughter in the short video was sharp and piercing, but he remained expressionless, mechanically swiping his fingers down and then up.

With slender fingers, distinct knuckles, and a thin layer of calluses on the fingertips, it's clear at a glance that these are the hands of a pianist.

Now, however, it is used to flick guests' bodies.

Because of the lack of communication, he has autistic tendencies, so it took him a long time to react after Zhao Xiaochui asked him a question.

He quickly stood up, casually draped his flagship phone around his neck, and glared at the person ahead with narrowed eyes, saying warily:
"What are you going to do?"

Seeing him speaking while facing the wall, Zhao Xiaochui said helplessly, "I'm here."

Ji Wenfeng quickly changed direction, glaring at him with his narrowed eyes again: "What are you going to do?"

Zhao Xiaochui could no longer bear it, so she stepped forward and held his head so that he was facing her.

The heat surged in instantly, and the complex situation in Ji Wenfeng's eyes was immediately imprinted in Zhao Xiaochui's mind.

After adjusting his body position, Zhao Xiaochui didn't wait for his reply and took out his reading notes from his crossbody bag to start searching carefully.

Traumatic visual impairment + retinitis pigmentosa!
No wonder he has a private massage bed against the wall; no wonder he lies on the bed all day without moving; no wonder his customers are always the same ones!
Zhao Xiaochui looked at him with a complicated expression.

"You can't see anything anymore, can you?"

If he can't see, doesn't study professional skills, can't accurately identify acupoints, and lacks strength, who else can he have customers every day?
Aside from family and friends, the only other people who could be sentenced were the colleagues at the front desk.

"So what if I can't see? Can't I hear?" Ji Wenfeng's expression grew increasingly wary, and his head veered away from Zhao Xiaochui's direction. "Aunt Chen said that as long as I want to, I can stay here and work here forever. You can't fire me!"

Zhao Xiaochui scratched his head: "This is your shop, how could I possibly open it?"

Ji Wenfeng shook his head: "This is Aunt Chen's shop."

Unable to bear talking to the person next to him, Zhao Xiaochui straightened his head again: "Okay, it used to be Aunt Chen's shop, but now it's mine. I will keep our agreement and transfer the rent and salary to your card every month."

Zhao Xiaochui took out a card from his crossbody bag: "Aunt Chen asked me to keep your card for you. Do you want me to give it to you?"

When Ji Wenfeng realized that Zhao Xiaochui wasn't trying to fire him, he relaxed and sat back down on the stool, leaning his upper body on the massage bed.

He took out his phone again and asked nonchalantly, "Have they released another flagship phone?"

Zhao Xiaochui glanced at his phone: "No, of course yours is the newest and best!"

"Oh~"

Since there was no latest model available, Ji Wenfeng lost interest in the bank card with the high amount on it.

I lazily opened the short video app and started listening to it again.

"Let me do some eye exercises for you."

"What?"

Eye exercises.

"Not interested in."

Zhao Xiaochui said helplessly, "At least it lets you see short videos."

For people with social anxiety or autism, the only way to communicate with them is to find topics that interest them.

Sure enough, Ji Wenfeng stopped scrolling on his phone, turned to the wall, and asked, "Was it useful?"

Zhao Xiaochui turned his head around, "I'm Zhao Xiaochui, don't you know about the changes in the store?"

Ji Wenfeng replied blankly, "All the familiar people are gone, even Aunt Chen is gone. She only sends me voice messages."

"..."

For some reason, Zhao Xiaochui felt a little sad. If his parents were still alive, he could have lived a very happy life, but now he was living like this.

What good is having so much wealth?
"It'll help, Brother Monsoon, lie down."

Zhao Xiaochui stepped forward and helped him lie down. Ji Wenfeng: "My name is Ji Wenfeng."

"Okay, Brother Jifeng."

Through this interaction, Zhao Xiaochui finally discovered the abnormal heat flow within his body.

Zhao Xiaochui's face gradually became serious.

Suppressing his reluctance, Ji Wenfeng lay down, and the abnormal sensation of heat flowing through his body became even clearer.

'What's going on?'

Zhao Xiaochui stood by the massage bed, muttering to himself.

Socially anxious, introverted, and uninterested in money—perfect for a relaxed and easygoing job.

He is also a gifted individual for learning the basics of traditional Chinese medicine internal energy cultivation.

But if neither the fat receptionist nor the government can solve his situation, can Zhao Xiaochui do it?
Zhao Xiaochui was unsure of himself. He planned to address the eye problem and perhaps regain his sight, which might change the fate of this martyr's orphan.

Yes, he's going to use heat flow; someone like that is worth using!
If you absorb some before using it, people who spend all day watching short videos are a goldmine for heat flow!

Zhao Xiaochui shook his hands, and Ji Wenfeng on the massage bed was instantly flipped over in mid-air.

The sudden movement clearly startled the person with social anxiety, who, like a quail, buried their face in the massage bed and remained motionless.

Zhao Xiaochui slapped him on the lower back, and the massive amount of accumulated stagnation transformed into a surge of heat energy that flowed into Zhao Xiaochui's body.

A full three minutes, almost half the energy that Ma Jinfang gave Zhao Xiaochui.

Feeling the dark heat flowing through his body, Zhao Xiaochui nodded in satisfaction.

"how do you feel?"

It felt great, of course, but even though he felt more comfortable than ever before, Ji Wenfeng remained motionless, still shaken.

Helpless, Zhao Xiaochui shook his hands again, and Ji Wenfeng flipped over in mid-air once more.

Looking at Ji Wenfeng with his eyes closed, Zhao Xiaochui suppressed a laugh, went to the front desk and dimmed the lights, leaving only a warm yellow wall lamp on.

He casually grabbed a potted green ivy and placed it by the bedside, then went to his head, his expression turning serious.

The optic nerve can be repaired through physical therapy.

Beijing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine once used massage therapy to improve the recovery of light perception in patients with traumatic neurological disorders.

With the added benefit of the heat from the eye exercises, Ji Wenfeng's eyes can be treated, and they can be cured.

This is also why Zhao Xiaochui only came to see Ji Wenfeng now.

Zhao Xiaochui stood at the head of the bed, his hands hanging at his sides, eyes closed, regulating his breathing. Three seconds later, he suddenly opened his eyes, his chest rising and falling slowly, his right hand rising with his breath, and then…

Zhao Xiaochui stopped what he was doing.

His eyes widened as he stared at Ji Wenfeng, who remained lying on the bed with his eyes tightly closed.

He hasn't changed.

But what surprised Zhao Xiaochui was that he hadn't changed.

He acts like this when he's scrolling through short videos; he acts like this when he stands up to speak; and he acts like this when he's surprised!

His breathing, the rhythm of his chest rising and falling, remained unchanged!

All the guests he had met before, whether they were welcome or not, would unconsciously adjust their breathing in accordance with Zhao Xiaochui's aura as soon as he began to chant the Six-Character Mantra.

Under Zhao Xiaochui's guidance, he would practice the Six-Character Mantra on his own and form a superficial muscle memory. For a period of time after the massage, his body would maintain a good therapeutic effect.

no matter who.

Whether it's a top-tier teacher or the best female HR manager, they're all the same.

But this person in front of me...

Nothing has changed.

(End of this chapter)