The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 420 Service Completed
"I burst into tears in the office the moment I saw the young woman touch the sunlight! Twelve years! What a medical miracle!"

"Heh, could the script be any more fake? This woman is probably an actress we hired, right? Waiting for the official confirmation. [Eating popcorn]"

"From a professional perspective, here are a few simple points: 1. The authenticity of the video is questionable, and it lacks medical monitoring data. 2. There is currently no cure for CFS globally. 3. We urge a rational view to avoid creating unrealistic expectations among patients."

"Hello doctor, could you explain why regular hospitals can't cure this?" [Smile]

"Don't argue with the person upstairs, the doctor is right, this is clearly a publicity stunt!"

"Just a wild guess: they're going to start selling essential oils and opening ridiculously expensive training courses next [doge emoji]. Get your wallets ready, you suckers."

"My aunt has this disease and has been bedridden for eight years. I really hope this is true."

"The doctor is right, we need to be professional and use data. Coincidentally, in the front-page article of the third issue of Nature Medicine this year, 'In-depth phenotypic analysis reveals metabolic and immune characteristics of severe myalgic encephalomyelitis/chronic fatigue syndrome (ME/CFS),' the longitudinal tracking subject in Figure 3C, numbered P01, pseudonym Lin WX, is a 35-year-old female with a 16-year medical history and severely impaired baseline functional status..."

"Your call for a rational perspective is absolutely correct. Suggestions include: acknowledging cutting-edge scientific advancements and reflecting on why existing treatments are ineffective for such typical cases. As for 'false expectations,' when critically ill patients certified by top journals show signs of improvement, that expectation becomes a driving force for medical progress."

"Hey, you 'big shot' upstairs, you've really slapped yourself in the face pretty fast, haven't you?"

"My mom is also a CFS (Central Fiscal Store), and her hands were shaking when she saw this video. Does anyone know how to contact this store? We're willing to try any price! Please provide their contact information!"

"[Image attached] Upstairs, this is the previously leaked list of charges. And even if you are really rich, you may not be able to get an appointment. That shop has too few technicians."

"People in Beijing just smile and say nothing, thanking the relaxed and slow travel for making me rich overnight."

"Holy crap, those billionaires are fucking rich. I work in the high-end food industry, and I've jumped on the bandwagon too. What industry are you in upstairs?"

"Super Concierge"

"Could you tell me about CFS? What exactly is this disease?"

"Someone's already explaining this to us. Holy crap, even strict sun protection while sitting in the office can have hidden dangers?"

"Exercising after a long day at work? That's not self-discipline, that's suicide?!"

"..."

"After reading those popular science articles, I'm no longer worried. Consumerism brings false health concepts and high-pressure lifestyles. I won't even have to wait to get CFS; I'll just die from overwork, haha."

"Friend, that hurts..."

……

Zhou Yaqin, who had just returned to her office building, was browsing online comments. All of the above were within her expectations, and so far, the impact seemed to be positive.

However, she believes that as more and more pharmaceutical companies, medical device companies, and rehabilitation centers that rely on existing treatment plans enter the market, industry associations and KOLs will step forward.

Zhou Yaqin even prepared the scripts for them: "Individual cases do not represent the general trend," "Large-scale verification is still needed," and "Beware of illegal medical practices."

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Ou Xiaokui walked in carrying a stack of beautifully designed invitations.

Zhou Yaqin glanced up and casually asked, "What are their backgrounds?"

“There are cooperation invitations from venture capital funds, pharmaceutical company representatives, and health industry giants.”

Ou Xiaokui placed the invitation on the table, hesitated for a moment, and added, "President Zhou, they would also like to arrange a time to talk to our boss in person."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yaqin shook her head immediately: "Reply to them that we appreciate their kindness, but the boss is focused on technical research and customer service and is temporarily unable to receive external visitors. All business cooperation intentions will be rejected by the office area."

Zhou Yaqin knew Zhao Xiaochui's personality, so she easily and casually rejected these cooperation invitations without even evaluating them.

She paused, then looked at Ou Xiaokui: "Our main job in the office area is to shield him from the storms and pressures outside. No matter whose connections they use or what conditions they offer, if the boss himself is unwilling, then he won't get to see them. There is absolutely no room for negotiation on this point."

Ou Xiaokui nodded knowingly, then turned and left, clutching the heavy stack of invitations. Watching the door close, Zhou Yaqin let out a long sigh of relief.

The feeling of being able to say "no" directly is just so exhilarating.

In my previous company, this pile of invitations would have meant countless drinking parties and all-nighters writing proposals. But at a relaxed pace? Sorry, no time for that!

As for using connections to find someone?
Zhou Yaqin has yet to encounter anyone of real influence who can pass the message to her.

Do we even need to ask how much power that child possesses?

What she needs to do is simple: just shut them all down.

……

At the same time, while everyone was relaxed and walking slowly, Zhao Xiaochui's studio was completely quiet.

Exhausted, Guoguo sat on a stool, while Zhao Xiaochui intently examined her. This examination took an unusually long time, so long that Zhao Xiaochui hadn't had a chance to attend to Lin Wanxing, who was being pushed in a wheelchair, even though Lin Aiguo had been pushing her in for quite some time.

Only after confirming that Guoguo's breathing was stable and that she was just exhausted and not seriously injured did Zhao Xiaochui's tense shoulders relax slightly, and he let out a soft breath.

Seeing his expression, Guoguo couldn't help but chuckle: "Don't worry, now everyone knows that you'll be the one who suffers if you mess around, so no one dares to mess around anymore."

"Good to know." Zhao Xiaochui nodded in satisfaction.

Only then did he finally shift his gaze from Guoguo, first nodding slightly to Lin Aiguo, and then lingering on Lin Wanxing for a moment.

"Mr. Lin, before targeted drugs are available, your daughter's illness is incurable. Are you aware of this?"

Lin Aiguo's grip on the wheelchair tightened suddenly, his knuckles turning white, and he slowly nodded.

"After three courses of treatment with us, Ms. Lin's muscle function will be reactivated, and her body will have the basic energy to fight the disease. At that time, whether you choose to continue treatment with us or go back to a regular hospital for maintenance treatment, it will be a targeted support that 'replenishes what is lacking.' The effect will be similar."

Zhao Xiaochui pointed to Guoguo, whose face was tired, and said frankly, "Our fees here are very high. A top-level technician will charge at least 100,000 yuan for more than five hours of continuous service."

Therefore, if Ms. Lin's medical insurance allows, from a long-term economic perspective, I suggest that once her condition stabilizes, it would be more appropriate to seek further treatment at a reputable hospital.

Upon hearing Zhao Xiaochui's words, Lin Aiguo gripped the wheelchair even tighter.

He said firmly, "Technician Zhao, I understand what you mean. But we have decided to do long-term management with you."

He looked at his daughter in the wheelchair, his voice hoarse but firm: "For the past twelve years, we've traveled all over the country, trying every possible method. Only here has our child truly seen hope for the first time. Money is not a problem; as long as she gets better, I'd be willing to go bankrupt."

The word "technician" made Zhao Xiaochui secretly pleased.

However, no matter how great the deal, he wouldn't make an exception and lower the price, as that would be unfair to other customers.

Moreover, apart from being on the verge of death when he first arrived, in his eyes, Lin Wanxing was no different from the other guests.

“Okay,” Zhao Xiaochui glanced at the time; the next customer was about to arrive, so he quickened his pace, “One treatment per day for the first three days, followed by a customized plan depending on the situation. If you have any needs since you’ve come all this way, you can contact the customer service manager directly.”

When Lin Wanxing personally saw Zhao Xiaochui off, the negative energy that had accumulated in his body for many years almost caused Zhao Xiaochui to lose control of his internal heat.

To appease the golden finger with this surname, Zhao Xiaochui couldn't help but gently pat her shoulder as they parted at the gate, then turned to leave.

"Thanks."

A hoarse sob stopped him in his tracks.

Lin Wanxing turned her head to the side with difficulty, her chapped lips slightly parted, while Lin Aiguo beside her was already in tears.

(End of this chapter)