The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 400 Serving the Female Demon Again

When the old woman saw Zhao Xiaochui, a hint of relaxation flashed in her azure eyes.

However, her expression remained serious, and she nodded slightly.

"Mr. Zhao, the frequency of my pain attacks has decreased in the past few days, probably..."

She paused, as if calculating something: "It's reduced by one-tenth."

The old woman's symptoms had lessened, but her words gave Zhao Xiaochui a headache:

"Ms. Foster, how did you calculate one-tenth?"

"..." Foster's expression finally changed, and he glared at Zhao Xiaochui with displeasure. "Mr. Zhao, is that the point?"

Zhao Xiaochui shrugged, wanting to retort again, but was gently interrupted by Pan Xiaoli. She stepped forward at the right moment, cleverly separating the two, and gave Foster a gentle smile: "Ms. Foster, the treatment is ready. Please come with me to the changing room to prepare."

Foster glanced at Zhao Xiaochui, then left with Pan Xiaoli. Five minutes later, when Foster changed into her massage clothes and lay down on the massage bed, Zhao Xiaochui had already settled down and was standing quietly by the bed.

The old woman's symptoms have been clearly diagnosed as an acute exacerbation of chronic cervical and shoulder myofascial pain syndrome, accompanied by severe cervicogenic headache. In Zhao Xiaochui's view, this is caused by maintaining a certain posture for a long time in order to look pretentious.

Of course, this is purely his personal rant and has nothing to do with proper medical theory.

Before the massage begins, palpation is performed as usual.

As Zhao Xiaochui got to work, the old woman began to grit her teeth and tremble again.

"Madam, how do you feel in the levator scapulae, upper trapezius, and semispinalis capitis muscles?"

Just like last time, Foster paused for a few seconds before slowly saying:
"It still hurts, but it doesn't hurt as much as last time."

Actually, it's very simple to relieve her pain. Reliu doesn't care about the person, but she likes her symptoms.

The accumulation of a pretentious posture maintained for decades is a great supplement to the flow of heat.

But Zhao Xiaochui dared not absorb it all at once, otherwise it wouldn't be the 'magic' these foreigners were talking about, but 'God'.

Today, I'll absorb one-tenth of the nutrients. The rest is about opening up half of her joints and letting the old woman get a good night's sleep.

Zhao Xiaochui felt a little embarrassed that she couldn't get a deep sleep even though it cost $14 for a single service.

If there were truly a cure-all, it would only be sleep, especially deep sleep.

His right hand swept across the air.

Traditional Chinese medicine internal massage.

Thumb pad flicking method.

Deeply press the cord-like tendon knots;

Thumb pad pressing method.

Fengchi, Jianjing, Tianzong...

The old woman groaned as she drifted off to sleep.

……

When Evangeline Foster awoke from an unprecedentedly deep sleep, dusk was approaching outside her window.

The cubicle was quiet. She stared blankly at the plain-colored blanket on her body, her mind blank for a few minutes before she slowly sat up.

She gently pulled back the curtain and saw Zhao Xiaochui in the rest area, holding a large bowl and wolfing down his food without any regard for appearances. Hearing the noise, he looked up, half a piece of green vegetable still in his mouth, and mumbled a greeting, "Awake? How are you feeling?"

This usually powerful and influential fashion icon simply nodded blankly, for the first time overlooking the other person's less-than-elegant manners. A massage and a deep sleep had given her a completely transformed feeling.

Foster walked to the seat opposite Zhao Xiaochui and sat down quietly. She didn't say anything, just watched the young man devour his dinner in a flash.

This unrestrained way of eating, so different from her usual refined manners, has been something we haven't seen in a long time.

After finishing the last bite of rice, Zhao Xiaochui put down his chopsticks and pointed to a neatly made insulated lunchbox next to him:

"Your dinner is a specially prepared nutritional meal tailored to your needs."

Foster's gaze fell on the lunchbox, a complex emotion flashing in his azure eyes.

She slowly opened the lunchbox, and the unfamiliar soup made her look at the young man with a puzzled expression.

“Eucommia and pork bone soup,” Zhao Xiaochui wiped his mouth with a napkin and casually explained, “a traditional Chinese medicinal recipe. Eucommia is the bark of a tree that has been used here for over two thousand years. It is a top-grade tonic recorded in the Shennong's Classic of Materia Medica.”

Foster looked at the bowl of dark-colored soup with a faint medicinal aroma in the lunchbox. In the past, this kind of "tree bark soup" would have made her frown.

But at that moment, she hesitated only slightly before picking up a spoon, scooping up a spoonful, and calmly putting it into her mouth.

The body's feelings are the most honest. Now that she is getting rid of the torment of illness, she trusts every arrangement Zhao Xiaochui makes.

After a bowl of warm soup, a warm feeling slowly spread from her stomach to her limbs, and the old woman's pretentious manner diminished considerably.

Zhao Xiaochui nodded secretly. In the coming week, her body would be in the aftershocks of resonance, which would not only greatly enhance the penetration effect of essential oil therapy, but also multiply the absorption efficiency of dietary supplements.

After finishing her soup, Foster elegantly wiped her mouth. Compared to her, Zhao Xiaochui's eating manners were indeed a bit barbaric.

"Are these for me?" she asked, looking at the ten small bottles of essential oils on the table.

She really liked the small bottles with different inner painted designs, but the essential oils…

"Could you sell me more essential oils?"

"More is useless. This is enough for the course of treatment," Zhao Xiaochui decisively refused.

“Not enough,” Foster said bluntly, her azure eyes looking directly at him. “I need two bottles a day.”

Zhao Xiaochui was taken aback and asked in surprise, "Two bottles? How did you use them?"

“One bottle is for a full-body massage morning and night,” Foster said matter-of-factly, “and the other is added to my bathwater.”

Something that costs nearly $50,000 a bottle, is just used as a bubble bath? He thought for a moment, since customers are willing to spend like this, then let's sell it. Making money is no shame.

"Then, as you said, two bottles a day?" Zhao Xiaochui tentatively confirmed. Seeing Foster nod without hesitation, he immediately contacted Li Muqingfeng through his invisible earpiece.

The new recipe has been uploaded and can be prepared quickly.

"Is the recipe the same as last time?" Foster asked casually as he picked up the tea that Pan Xiaoli had brought him.

“Of course it’s different,” Zhao Xiaochui answered crisply. “Your neck and shoulder symptoms have been relieved by at least 30%, and your muscle tension and blood circulation have changed, so the formula naturally needs to be adjusted accordingly.”

Foster's eyes flashed: "So, even if someone analyzes the essential oil formula ingredients in a laboratory, it's meaningless?"

“Of course~” Zhao Xiaochui looked at the old woman in surprise, “Besides, the service instructions have already been clearly stated. Who would do such a thankless task?”

“Of course!” Zhao Xiaochui looked at Foster with a matter-of-fact expression. “Isn’t it clearly written in the service instructions? Who would do something so troublesome and thankless?”

There are tons of people doing it!
Foster silently scoffed to herself. As far as she knew, at least three of the wealthy people who had come to Beijing had already secretly sent essential oil samples back to American laboratories for analysis.

(End of this chapter)