The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 417 Treatment (Part 2)

Lin Wanxing lay there, so thin that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her a human specimen. Her pale skin clearly covered her bones, the outline of her muscles was almost invisible, she had no hair, and only wore a cotton cap on her head.

An eye mask covered her eyes, and she wore a silent earpiece. A thin nasogastric tube meandered down her cheek, connecting to a feeding pump beside the bed—the only way to sustain her life.

This is Lin Wanxing, tormented for twelve years by that damned misdiagnosis. A man who is only thirty-eight years old, yet seems to have burned out completely...

Even a layman like her could clearly sense that the reason the person on the bed was still breathing was entirely due to a father's unwavering will to keep him going.

If Zhao Xiaochui were to make a move and succeed, it would be considered an unrepeatable miracle. Anyone with common sense would know that it would bring with it skepticism and endless trouble.

Some people will try every means to prove that this is a coincidence, and regard Zhao Xiaochui as an outcast who must be controlled or eliminated.

But if she were to accomplish it, the significance would be different. If successful, the technique of slow and easy progress would be replicable and inheritable. Although it would still affect the interests of those already in power and cause no shortage of trouble, it would also bring no shortage of support.

The time is 12:27.

I walked to the medical bedside, carefully opened the incubator, took out the necessary items one by one, and neatly placed them within easy reach.

With everything ready, Guoguo stopped, glanced at the female customer's chest which was barely rising or falling, and slowly closed her eyes.

A minute later, Guoguo opened her eyes and frowned her pretty brows.

She couldn't hear the guest's heartbeat, nor could she feel her own breathing. At that moment, the helplessness almost made her want to turn around and call Ji Wenfeng in.

too difficult!
Guoguo bit her lip lightly, looking at the thin, bony figure on the bed, a hint of pity flashing in her eyes.

She exhaled a long, silent breath, then gently bent down, stopping at a distance that would not disturb the other person. Then, she closed her eyes again.

Within the body, the breathing technique quietly begins.

The guest wore a light-blocking blindfold and a sound-blocking headset, and she dared not disturb them in the slightest. But she had to let them know—I'm here, I'm by your side, and I'm here with you.

Guoguo tries to connect with the guests, even if it's just a faint breath. If she can't even catch that response, she has to leave and have someone else try.

Time flowed by in the quiet carriage, and Guoguo was completely absorbed in her senses.

Finally, she heard a faint echo.

"Dong Dong~"

"Boom~"

"Dong Dong Dong~"

Guoguo "heard" it; her eyelids twitched only briefly before quickly calming down.

Traditional Chinese Medicine Internal Exercises: The Art of Exhalation.

With each breath, Guoguo had to keep up with the customers' rollercoaster-like heartbeats.

This is a process that extremely tests one's patience.

Guoguo wanted to blend into the breathing of the guests, so that any outsider entering the carriage at this moment would mistakenly believe that only one person was breathing and existing there, based solely on their hearing.

She must become her first before she can touch her.

"Dong Dong~"

"Boom~"

"Dong Dong Dong~"

The female customer's heart was pounding like a runaway roller coaster, completely erratic.

However, guided by Guoguo's "Hu" breathing technique, this chaotic pulsation was slowly enveloped by a gentle force. With each breath, the rhythms of the two gradually intertwined, from initially acting independently, to later tentatively probing each other, and finally strangely merging into one...

This ancient metaphysics, which has absolutely no basis in modern science, is now demonstrating its incredible power.

Guoguo slowly opened her eyes, and the breathing technique within her body was already flowing naturally.

"Dong Dong~"

"Boom~"

"Dong Dong Dong~"

Every movement she made, every breath she took, followed the woman's chaotic heartbeat. She carefully reached out and touched the woman's cold hand with her slender index finger, little by little.

"...!"

No stress response was triggered, nor was PEM (post-exertional discomfort) induced.

Guoguo successfully tricked Lin Wanxing's brain into recognizing the touch as "self-touching." If touching herself could cause a breakdown, she wouldn't have lasted this long.

Although the process was difficult, a crucial step in Zhao Xiaochui's plan had been achieved. Guoguo remained calm and composed. This time, she reached out and gently removed the blindfold from Lin Wanxing's face.

Lin Wanxing was not fully conscious; she was in a hazy, dying state, with only a faint trace of consciousness remaining.

When the blindfold was removed, she did not experience the discomfort she had expected; she simply managed to squint through a very narrow slit—this was the limit of what she could do.

Through the gap, she saw the familiar figure she had long sensed through her breath and heartbeat.

When she finally saw the person in front of her clearly, a thought inexplicably arose: What a beautiful person...

In a daze, she even thought she was seeing herself when she was healthy.

If... if I hadn't had this illness, would I still be this beautiful? This gentle, this warm, even my smile would be so lovely?

As if reading her mind, Guoguo responded to her question with gentle eyes, as if to say: That's right, when you get better, you will be just as beautiful.

All of this happening silently, Lin Wanxing's brain thought she was talking to herself.

Will I get better?

"Yes, we will. Let's work together."

"Hmm~"

The silent exchange continued, but Guoguo's actions did not stop. She picked up the small bowl beside her, where the millet oil that Old Gu had personally prepared was still warm.

Since receiving Zhao Xiaochui's notification yesterday, Guoguo has not eaten or drunk anything for more than eighteen hours, but the feeling of being starving is nothing compared to the customers in front of her.

A small sip of millet oil was gently fed into Lin Wanxing's mouth. After feeding her a sip, Guoguo also took a small sip herself.

As the rice oil slid down my throat, my empty stomach seemed to be instantly activated, and my tongue began to secrete large amounts of saliva uncontrollably—this was my body's craving for carbohydrates.

More noticeable changes are occurring in the blood. Blood sugar levels begin to rise rapidly from their previous low levels, followed by a warm sensation spreading from the stomach throughout the body. The negative effects of prolonged hunger are slowly being repaired.

The breathing technique circulating within her body allowed Guoguo to sense her internal condition. She could also sense that Lin Wanxing's response to that small mouthful of rice oil was weak and slow, indicating that her metabolic system was too weak.

It is this subtle difference that is about to disrupt the fragile balance of synchronization between the two.

The feeling of stagnation in the breathing technique within the body is a warning sign that the two are about to separate.

(End of this chapter)