The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 416 Treatment (Part 1)

Guoguo was followed by Ji Wenfeng, who would be on standby nearby as backup.

Zhao Xiaochui looked at the two of them and said calmly, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Modern medicine has exhausted all methods for treating her. Her purpose in coming here today is very simple: she just wants a massage."

These words surprised both Guoguo and Ji Wenfeng.

“Those technical terms I used earlier,” Zhao Xiaochui continued, lowering his voice, “were just to help you understand what’s happening inside her body. Her central nervous system is in a state of high inflammation and poisoning; any extra stimulus—light, sound…—will be perceived as an ‘attack’ by her brain…”

He looked into Guoguo's eyes: "Our customer hasn't slept for a very, very long time. Guoguo, this time, please let her get a good night's sleep. This sleep may bring her peace, or it may give her a new life."

After explaining the key tasks, just as Guoguo took a deep breath and was about to turn around and enter the carriage, Zhao Xiaochui called her back again.

He added softly, "The reason my massage is different is that, in addition to senior technicians 'practicing with customers' and master technicians 'leading customers through practice,' I can guide customers to 'practice on their own.'"

His gaze swept over Guoguo and Ji Wenfeng: "Above the top-level technician is the chief technician who moves with ease and deliberation. I have already shown you the way."

Guoguo and Ji Wenfeng exchanged a glance, nodded to Zhao Xiaochui, and turned to go inside.

……

Not far away, Lin Aiguo leaned against the carriage. The night's high-speed drive had left his face etched with exhaustion, but his bloodshot eyes were fixed on the entrance behind the curtain.

Just then, a simply dressed elderly woman slowly walked over. Upon seeing her, Lin Aiguo immediately mustered his spirits, stepped forward, and said in a hoarse voice, "Director Hong, you...you've come too?"

This Director Hong was the expert who diagnosed Lin Wanxing two years ago. She gently patted Lin Aiguo and said softly:

"I just came to take a look."

However, in her heart, she sighed silently, "Perhaps... I've also come to see this child off on his final journey."

Twelve years of misdiagnosis—given Lin Aiguo's status alone, some people will certainly be held accountable, but the authorities will consider many factors and minimize the impact.

However, everything changed when Lin Wanxing's case was published in detail in that authoritative international medical journal. This paper not only completely exposed the misdiagnosis, making accountability unavoidable, but Lin Aiguo's desperate move also drew much attention to this case.

"Mr. Lin, you've really put this little shop in the spotlight," Director Hong said softly.

Upon hearing this, Lin Aiguo shook his head and smiled wryly, glancing apologetically at the young figure standing at the entrance of the curtain:
"I was also driven to a dead end. That day I just casually asked why this massage parlor could make such a big splash in Jinghai, selling things at such high prices and still causing such a frenzy? As a result... someone explained the young man's situation to me in detail."

Director Hong nodded understandingly and remarked, "They are indeed very capable. I experienced it with them a couple of days ago. I can't comment on other things, but they really can make people feel at ease and get a good night's sleep."

Lin Aiguo was taken aback: "Just...getting a good night's sleep?"

“Heh,” Director Hong gave him a meaningful look, “For healthy people, a good night’s sleep might not mean much. But for a patient like your daughter, what does a good night’s sleep mean? If she had been able to get a good night’s sleep a year earlier, things wouldn’t have gotten to this point, and…”

Director Hong didn't continue, but shook her head worriedly. Once her body, which had been stretched to its limit, relaxed, she no longer had the strength to cope with any disturbance...

Lin Aiguo seemed to understand something from her expression and hesitation. His face turned even paler, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

...Department of Neurology, Jinghai First People's Hospital.

An elderly doctor with gray hair, wearing reading glasses, was reading the latest international medical journal article word by word.

His hands were trembling slightly as Lin Wanxing's first doctor examined her. If only… he had been more attentive back then! It was only the early stages of her illness!

Back then, all she might have needed was a bottle of amitriptyline, which cost less than twenty yuan a month; and if we suggested she supplement with vitamin D and coenzyme Q10, it wouldn't have cost much either.

Moreover, amitriptyline is not used here for antidepressants, but rather for treating chronic pain and improving sleep!

This simple solution could very well allow her to live like a normal person.

But why was he so impatient back then? He only asked a few questions and then pushed the person to the psychology department.
The old doctor took off his glasses and rubbed his sore eyes vigorously, but the heavy regret he felt couldn't be shaken off.

He took a deep breath, picked up his phone, and opened a WeChat group. The group was buzzing with discussion about Lin Wanxing; the doctors in the group were well aware of her situation, as no hospital dared to admit her anymore.

"The most critical first step now is how to safely transfer her from the car to the store."

"I wonder how she managed to survive her orthostatic tachycardia and make it all the way to Beijing."

"Director Hong did say that being able to get a good night's sleep would be the greatest comfort."

"Ha, a massage parlor, letting such seriously ill patients 'get a good night's sleep? What a joke!"

"What's with the sarcastic tone from upstairs? If you're so great, why don't you take on some cases? If you're too scared, shut up!"

"I may not be awesome, but I'll keep my eyes wide open and see whose face is slapped if this patient really survives!"
"..."

"No matter what, if we want her to live, we have to give her some nutrition before she goes to sleep, otherwise..."

"It's necessary. How do we supplement it? Given the patient's current condition, unless we use an indwelling needle, even touching her could cause PEM. But is that massage parlor qualified to use an indwelling needle?"

"Believe it or not, the moment they moved that needle, someone reported it!"

"..."

……

The curtain closed behind them, isolating them from the noise and light of the outside world.

As Guoguo stepped into the carriage, a warm feeling enveloped her. The interior wasn't completely dark; several pale blue medical light strips on the ceiling emitted a faint glow, just enough to illuminate the entire carriage without irritating the patient's eyes.

Guoguo's gaze was immediately drawn to the figure on the specially made medical bed in the carriage. At that moment, even though she was mentally prepared, Guoguo's heart still clenched, and her breath caught in her throat.

What kind of person is this...?
(End of this chapter)