The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 228 Using the Golden Finger Again

The once bustling and lively entrance suddenly fell silent, leaving only the piercing sound of Zhao Xiaochui gagging.

A regular customer who happened to be passing by glanced at the old man with interest, wondering to himself: Capital? Gimmick? Internet celebrity?
The initial traffic generated by the relaxed and slow-moving trend seems to have been driven by those internet celebrities. The only move to break into the mainstream was to directly confront the billion-dollar ugly donkey.

But if it were truly backed by capital, it wouldn't have done something so irrational and reckless.

If it had the capital, it would have started to expand blindly long ago, but half of the massage halls that are open to the public are still vacant, and there are still only a few full-time technicians.

When the short video of "Easy and Slow Travel" went viral, regular customers wished everyone thought so too—although they didn't have the anxiety of difficulty in making reservations for the time being, who can say for sure what the future holds?

As Zhao Xiaochui gagged nauseously, he moved away from the old man, his mind replaying memories of the anti-corruption campaign in the medical field. Was this old man the reason Dr. Lin Zhiyuan was still the deputy director? Zhao Xiaochui guessed, glancing at Yu Xiaoning in the process.

Seeing his disheveled appearance, the female HR nodded while suppressing a laugh, mouthing the words "Chief Director".

'What a pity~'

Zhao Xiaochui looked at the old man glaring at him and thought to himself, 'I've finally got my chance to show off and slap someone in the face, and it's gone.'

The director's problem should definitely be solved by the deputy director. Zhao Xiaochui had no interest in watching the commotion under the scorching sun. After saying goodbye to Yu Xiaoning, he returned to his cool studio.

Yu Xiaoning's special privilege was that Zhao Xiaochui would set aside an hour of her work time, and once that was done, it was gone. Of course, the female HR never let her down.

Sure enough, five minutes later, Deputy Director Lin Zhiyuan sat down in front of Zhao Xiaochui. He calmly allowed Zhao Xiaochui to examine him, but his gaze inadvertently fell on the desk.

Several familiar tomes, such as "Myofascial Chain and Motor Dysfunction: Diagnosis and Manual Therapy" and "Postoperative Rehabilitation of Orthopedics: Functional Reconstruction and Optimization of Motor Performance," are prominently featured.

Lin Zhiyuan nodded almost imperceptibly at the book's worn condition and the notebook next to it filled with notes.

Despite the precedents of Jiang Ying, the film queen, and the recently deceased American-Chinese, and the somewhat fantastical nature of Yu Xiaoning's description, Lin Zhiyuan, as a meticulous doctor, values ​​scientific diagnosis and practical experience more.

At this moment, Zhao Xiaochui's fingertips were moving over the muscles of Lin Zhiyuan's shoulders, neck, upper arms, and forearms, sometimes pressing gently and sometimes pausing to feel.

Lin Zhiyuan could feel the strength from his fingertips and an unusual probing sensation, a feeling he had never experienced before in his medical career.

"Is this the internal energy cultivation of traditional Chinese medicine?" he asked with a hint of curiosity, half believing and half doubting.

"This is just a simple physical examination," Zhao Xiaochui replied with a simple smile. He glanced at Yu Xiaoning and explained softly, "Someone may have given you some mystical descriptions beforehand, but rest assured, in Relaxing and Slow Walking, all treatment methods have scientific explanations."

Based on the several thick books on the table, Lin Zhiyuan believed him, but he still hesitated and asked:

"That internal energy cultivation technique of traditional Chinese medicine... that penetrating sensation you felt just now?"

"Penetration, resonance!" Zhao Xiaochui's answer was simple.

Lin Zhiyuan suddenly realized.

Having managed to cover up the existence of the "golden finger," Zhao Xiaochui completed his physical examination.

"The atrophy of the thenar and hypothenar muscle groups is very obvious," he briefly described the findings of the physical examination. "Due to scar hyperplasia, the flexor tendons have become adhered to the surrounding tissues. These two are the primary issues to be addressed at present!"

These two points were not mentioned in the case provided by Yu Xiaoning, but Lin Zhiyuan, as a doctor, noticed them during his postoperative self-examination.

Hearing Zhao Xiaochui's confident tone, Lin Zhiyuan's low spirits gradually improved.

After using a few terms from modern sports medicine, Zhao Xiaochui, seeing that the deputy director no longer had any resistance, began to get down to business.

"Dr. Lin, your TCM diagnosis is as follows: Qi stagnation and blood stasis, meridian obstruction, malnourishment of tendons and vessels, and deficiency of Qi and blood. Your treatment principle will focus on promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, clearing the meridians and relieving pain, relaxing muscles and tendons, nourishing Qi and blood, and promoting nerve regeneration and functional recovery."

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't understand these Chinese medicine terms, but the Western medical terminology and Zhao Xiaochui's confident diagnosis inexplicably gave him a lot of confidence.

He nodded solemnly: "Then I'll leave it to Technician Zhao."

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And there it was again: "technician"—the highest title in the massage industry.

What does it feel like to be so respected by a colleague like Lin Zhiyuan (who could be considered a semi-colleague?)?
Zhao Xiaochui didn't know what others thought, but at that moment he only felt a surge of heat rushing to his head.

The enthusiastic young massage therapist suddenly stood up and, under the bewildered gazes of Lin Zhiyuan and Yu Xiaoning, began pacing back and forth in the cramped studio.

"Dr. Lin, do you have many patients?"

The unexpected question surprised Lin Zhiyuan, but he still answered honestly.

He gave a wry smile: "The chief physician has a lot of patients."

Got it!

Zhao Xiaochui understood; the chief physician's patient was waiting for the associate chief physician to perform surgery.

Yu Xiaoning suddenly spoke up: "There are some very important patients waiting for Dr. Lin."

Lin Zhiyuan was puzzled by this, but Zhao Xiaochui understood what a national-level HR professional did.

These important patients, who are not department heads, will definitely have a positive impact on Lin Zhiyuan's future.

Since Dr. Lin treated him with such respect, Zhao Xiaochui would repay him tenfold!
"Crack~"

Zhao Xiaochui slapped Lin Zhiyuan on the lower back, pointed a finger at the wide-eyed Lin Zhiyuan and shushed him, then tapped the invisible earpiece and explained something in detail.

Over the next ten minutes, Zhao Xiaochui removed the bandages and, disregarding the doctor's advice against getting the area wet, carefully cleaned Lin Zhiyuan's injured right arm.

Our deputy director, like a puppet on a string, blankly felt the warmth within his body, fully cooperating with Zhao Xiaochui's audacious and reckless behavior.

"Ding~"

The elevator doors opened, and Liu Li and Guo Guo, dressed in custom-made suits, walked out gracefully. They had gentle and professional smiles on their faces and clear eyes, which made Liu Zhiyuan, who had just come back to his senses, start daydreaming again.

At this moment, the studio door was pushed open, and Pan Xiaoli pulled Ji Wenfeng, who looked wary, into the room. Only when she saw that there were indeed two guests did our social anxiety technician breathe a sigh of relief.

"Dr. Lin, let me introduce you to Liu Li, a senior technician at Easy Slow Mobility; and Guo Guo and Ji Wenfeng, the only two top-level technicians at Easy Slow Mobility, and the only ones in the world."

The warmth within Lin Zhiyuan's body was still circulating, and had moved to his arm, slowly relieving the stinging pain from the post-operative wound being rinsed with water.

He didn't know how to react, and asked almost involuntarily, "And you?"

“Me? I’m the chief.”

I am unique!

(End of this chapter)