The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 419 Influence
The photo of Lin Wanxing in a wheelchair, bathed in the sunset and with tears streaming down her face, was captured by the camera and quickly forwarded to the doctors' discussion group.

The group remained silent for several minutes before someone broke the silence with a single sentence:
"Heh, some people must be furious and calling to report this now, right?"

These words, like a pebble thrown into water, immediately created ripples:
"Why wait until now? Rumor has it that the moment that technician entered the carriage, the whistleblower called. I reckon the health inspectors' vehicle has been waiting on the street corner for ages."

"I really don't understand, why can't some people stand to see others do well?"

"What's so hard to understand? Taking away someone's livelihood is like killing their parents, how can you not be furious!"

Some people have raised questions:

"How is that ruining their livelihood? It's just one store, right? They haven't even opened a branch in all this time. I heard that training technicians is extremely difficult, and you can't even get an appointment. The prices are ridiculously high, and there aren't even any videos of people visiting the store. How much of an impact can it have?"

Someone immediately presented compelling evidence to refute this:

"A few months ago, it only had Zhao Xiaochui as its sole commander, but now? I heard they're training over fifty technicians! They've even posted announcements for their Sichuan and Chongqing branches! At this rate of expansion, shouldn't you be worried?"

"This shop is usually quite low-key, just doing science popularization and product promotion. Why did they insist on treating the person in public this time? If they had just carried the person inside and closed the door, no one outside would know whether it was successful or not, wouldn't that have saved them so much trouble?" "Agreed! Why risk treating someone on the spot?"

"Ladies and gentlemen, is it possible that... that patient had reached her limit after such a long and arduous journey? It is a miracle that she was able to reach the capital alive?"

"That's right, he probably won't even make it to the treatment room. The massage parlor was forced to do this on the spot, racing against time to save his life!"

"If I were this clinic, I wouldn't have taken this patient at all."

At Jinghai Hospital, an experienced doctor, upon seeing this new comment, couldn't help but post one:
“Lin Aiguo of Jinghai, you can all check his background and the level of support Jinghai provides for the Slow Weaving Life Industrial Park. It’s not that the massage parlors are willing to take the job, but that they have no choice but to.”

The tide has turned in the group chat:
"Just because someone had no choice but to save someone in public, they got reported? Why is it so hard to do a good deed in this world!"

"It seems that we have really blocked some people's path to wealth and touched a nerve."

At this point, someone joked:

"Hey, why are you all starting to defend the massage parlor? We're licensed doctors, aren't you ashamed to be humiliated like this by a massage parlor?"

Someone immediately retorted:

"What's with the slap in the face? Didn't you see that the pharmacist who cooperated with them sent out the plan?"
They're delivering medicine based on the approach outlined in top-journal papers, combining traditional Chinese medicine techniques with modern pharmacology—they've opened up a new avenue! If this industry really takes off, won't we, the professional physicians, benefit a lot? There will be countless opportunities for collaborative research and technology transfer!

Some people gloated and summarized:

"Anyway, the good days for some institutions and pharmaceutical companies that rely on information asymmetry and outdated solutions are probably over."

"Serves them right! Aren't all these patients the breadwinners of their families? They're exploited and made sick, and they still have to be deceived by these heartless people? Do they have to keep profiting off people's suffering until the very end?"

At this point, the group admin took control: "Alright, if you want this group to stay, say less sensitive stuff. Let's discuss something more professional—how exactly do they manage to penetrate skin and physiological barriers to deliver their drugs?"

"Group owner, are you sure this is a professional question, and not some mystical one?" Group owner: "..."

"However, given the current level of interest, I believe the government will definitely intervene and organize formal medical institutions to conduct research. Then, we'll be able to see what it's really like."

"..."

……

Take a leisurely stroll through the store in Fatou.

Several health bureau enforcement officers were meticulously checking the labels and purchase receipts of various essential oils and raw materials according to the reported list. Some even went up to check the skin condition around Lin Wanxing's indwelling needle; all the examination procedures were very standardized.

To be honest, they were reluctant to come.

However, the constant stream of tip-off calls, the continuous spread of short video clips on the platform (almost like live streams), and the presence of several internationally renowned billionaires in the audience created a significant public outcry. If they remained inactive, they risked being accused of inaction.

People in different positions naturally have different stances.

Unlike some who secretly hope the patient never wakes up, law enforcement officers don't care about the patient's final fate. What they truly hope for is that the person who intervened to save the patient, Zhao Xiaochui, who was covered in fake credentials, not Guoguo, who had no qualifications whatsoever.

If Zhao Xiaochui had taken action, they would have had a reason not to show up even if the hotline was flooded with reports. Unfortunately, the young man did not personally step in, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet and play the unlikable villain.

After a thorough inspection, the team leader confirmed that all materials were compliant cosmetic or food ingredients and contained no prohibited drugs, and then prepared to withdraw.

However, just as they turned around, Lin Aiguo, who had been silently observing, suddenly stepped forward and blocked their way.

"My daughter was misdiagnosed for twelve years! I've made countless calls to report this, but it's always been delayed! Why is it that today, with just an anonymous report, you were able to arrive immediately, conduct a rapid examination, and provide results on the spot?"

He glared at the law enforcement officers with bloodshot eyes.

The scene fell silent instantly. The law enforcement officers exchanged bewildered glances, unsure how to respond.

“Mr. Lin…” The enforcement captain sighed and said softly, “The relevant responsible parties have all been dealt with regarding your daughter’s matter. If the compensation is not in place, please tell me and I will report it to the higher authorities on your behalf.”

Lin Aiguo glanced at him, but didn't press the matter. He shook his head and slowly stepped aside. The law enforcement officers, feeling relieved, quickly left the scene with a mixture of embarrassment and haste.

Lin Aiguo knew perfectly well that these people were just following orders. But his daughter had only just started to show improvement, and these people were already eager to cause trouble. It would be a lie to say he wasn't furious.

What's more important to him right now is to make his stance clear and show his attitude—from now on, if anyone dares to hold a grudge about this matter and insist on making things easy, then don't blame Lin Aiguo for not being as easy to talk to as before!
As for whether the State Drug Administration and the National Health Commission will be thrust into the spotlight by public opinion, what are the public's opinions?
What does it have to do with him!

All he knew was that the relaxed, slow pace had allowed his daughter to open her eyes again, finally letting her see the long-lost sunshine.

Lin Aiguo nodded gratefully to all the staff at the Easy Walk service before walking behind his daughter Lin Wanxing's wheelchair and, under everyone's watchful eyes, pushing her step by step toward Zhao Xiaochui's studio.

(End of this chapter)