The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 414 Preparation (Part 1)

Let's rewind to last night.

Jinghai, a mid-range residential community.

The massive special vehicle was parked at the entrance of the unit. The constant temperature and humidity system emitted an extremely low operating sound. The interior of the vehicle had been pre-cooled and darkened, and thick shock-absorbing pads had been laid, so almost no external noise could be heard.

The patient, Lin Wanxing, has been transferred in after much effort.

Qian Yuzhe handed a document and a thick envelope to the experienced driver in front of him. A generous reward always attracts brave men; even carrying a passenger whose life could be lost at any moment, while some might hesitate, others would step forward for the money.

"Brother, the route, speed, and precautions have all been explained clearly. Here, take this." Qian Yuzhe patted the envelope, which contained the extra reward for this trip.

“And this,” he picked up the document, “it says that in case… I mean in case anything goes wrong on the way, the company will take full responsibility, and you will not be held liable.”

The experienced driver took a deep breath and was about to take the document.

"and many more."

A hoarse voice rang out, and Lin Aiguo, who had been standing silently by the car, feeling the shock-absorbing material in the cabin with his hands, walked over.

He first nodded slightly to the experienced driver to express his gratitude and apology, then turned to Qian Yuzhe.

"Mr. Qian, I appreciate your company's kindness. You have already done everything... you are beyond reproach."

He reached out and gently pressed his hand on the waiver. "This is just for insurance purposes; should the driver keep it temporarily?"

“I am her father.” He uttered these four words, “From the time she fell ill at eighteen until now, I have watched her being dragged into the abyss little by little. I have consulted countless doctors and made countless wrong decisions…”

His face showed no sadness or anxiety, only the calm that comes after a long period of torment.

"This road is the last road for my daughter and me. If anything happens to Xiaoxing on the road," he paused, "then it must be me, her father, who personally accompanies her to the end..."

"Please, driver, sit in the passenger seat. If anything happens to me, you can then take out that waiver."

"..."

……

Lin Wanxing, female, 38 years old.

Among the papers published in authoritative NIH journals, there are a few typical cases of 'delayed diagnosis leading to severe deterioration' that are still alive.

The time, process, and outcome are all clearly recorded.

Zhao Xiaochui didn't even need to look at the woman's medical records; he understood what had happened to her just from the journal Ou Xiaokui had sent him.

In 2000, Lin Wanxing was diagnosed with severe Epstein-Barr virus mononucleosis. He subsequently experienced fatigue, daytime sleepiness, and discomfort after exercise, but all his blood tests came back normal, and his doctors considered him to be "recovering well."

During my university years, I was ruled out for depression and anxiety by psychiatrists, but I was still advised to continue exercising.
Due to pain in his hands and neck, he was diagnosed with fibromyalgia in 2006 and received physical therapy and acupuncture, which provided temporary relief from his symptoms.

I was hospitalized twice in 2008 and 2009 for diverticulitis with microperforation, and my fatigue worsened. I was still not diagnosed with ME or CFS.

Starting from this period, Lin Wanxing's body began to experience functional degeneration. Data from the paper showed that her reading speed dropped from the 99th percentile to the 39th percentile. She was unable to type, was forced to take a 1.5-year leave of absence from school, and was not diagnosed until two years ago when she was completely bedridden and required 24-hour home care.

What's remarkable about this woman is that she completed her doctoral studies despite such circumstances and the lack of understanding and skepticism from some of her family members.

Today, her former classmates have become industry elites, while Lin Wanxing's name has faded from everyone's contact lists. For this family, Lin Wanxing was slowly murdered by the ignorance of the entire medical system and society.

……

After seeing off the last customer of the morning, Zhao Xiaochui immediately picked up the authoritative medical journal and quickly flipped through it with his fingertips.

The paper clearly outlines the optimal treatment plan.

He thought to himself that if it weren't for those twelve years of misdiagnosis, and if this treatment had been followed when the symptoms first appeared, Lin Wanxing might have been able to hold on until the day the targeted drug was available.

Unfortunately, no if.

Twelve years of misdiagnosis had gradually depleted her body's energy reserves and compensatory mechanisms. All the treatments described in the paper were only effective for patients with remaining functional reserves.

Now, oral medication and intravenous infusions are of little use to her. Her desperate father has pinned his last hope on external treatments.

The question is, on what basis did that father dare to place his last hope in a relaxed and slow-paced lifestyle based solely on rumors?
Zhao Xiaochui shook off distractions and raced against time to refer to the massage ideas in the paper, listing out the acupoints and meridians involved one by one, and began to design a personalized massage plan.

As he was engrossed in writing, Guoguo and Li Muqingfeng arrived one after the other. Even Old Gu hurried in carrying a delicate earthenware pot, silently warmed it with a small induction cooker, and then sat down quietly to wait.

“Uncle Gu,” Zhao Xiaochui said without looking up, “if she can make it this far, we must make sure she doesn’t starve to death… we must prepare millet oil.”

Old Gu nodded solemnly.

"In addition, prepare an emergency formula: 10 ml of cold-pressed coconut oil, 5 grams of honey, and 2 grams of decaffeinated cocoa powder, mixed with 40-degree warm water to make 20 ml of liquid. We need to stabilize her blood sugar first."

A master of traditional Chinese medicine massage uttered a series of modern medical terms, causing the three people present to pause slightly.

Even more bizarrely, those involved in this treatment were non-medical professionals unrelated to the field…

Zhao Xiaochui had no time to spare; her pen continued to transcribe the list: "Director Li, is the topical treatment for her photosensitivity symptoms ready?"

Li Muqingfeng immediately responded: "The formula uses 1% carbomer gel as a base, with 0.1 grams of menthol and two drops of lavender essential oil added. I have consulted my mentor, and the formula has undergone thousands of double-blind tests, so its safety is guaranteed."

Only after resolving the light stimulation issue could the patient be safely transferred from the car to the studio. Zhao Xiaochui breathed a slight sigh of relief, then asked, "The aromatherapy solution for sound desensitization?"

"A blend of sandalwood, Roman chamomile, and spikenard, using the lowest possible concentration," Li Muqingfeng emphasized.

After receiving a positive response, Zhao Xiaochui handed the detailed plan he had just completed to Guoguo.

"Sister Guoguo, haven't you eaten yet?"

Guoguo shook her head, her eyes resolute: "After receiving your message last night, I've been adjusting myself and haven't had a drop of water."

Zhao Xiaochui felt a little relieved, and her tone became particularly solemn: "That customer is expected to arrive at 12:30. The closer it gets to that time, the worse my premonition becomes... That father inexplicably designated us... I have a feeling that if I handle it myself, there might be big trouble. So, this time I can only rely on you, Sister Guoguo."

The girl from Northeast China didn't ask any more questions. She just patted her chest forcefully and said firmly, "Leave it to me!"

"Then everyone, please get ready..."

Zhao Xiaochui breathed a sigh of relief and pointed at the magazine with his finger: "Now, we just have to wait for the medicine to arrive."

(End of this chapter)