The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 439 Response
"They have time to massage the wealthy, but they keep their doors closed to ordinary people like us? Don't they have any sense of social responsibility?!"

"Every night, families of seriously ill patients wait anxiously at the door. Are their management members heartless? Just standing by and watching?"

"It's said they charge tens of millions for each international tycoon they serve! With this technology, why can't it be made available to the general public? They're heartless and greedy!"

"Breaking news: That guy, Thor, sneaks back at night to provide exorbitantly priced services to foreigners, but he doesn't even help his own people when they're in trouble! Ugh!"

“We’ve been waiting at the door every day, but no one inside has even responded! It’s utterly heartless! This has further damaged my mother’s mental state. Who will take responsibility?!”

The problem with chronic fatigue syndrome (CFS) is “impaired recovery after excessive exertion”.

As long as you haven't reached the point of exhaustion, it's entirely possible to break this vicious cycle through careful activity management, sleep schedule adjustments, and physical and mental rest.

To put it simply, it means escaping the high-pressure environment and getting plenty of rest before the patient's body is completely depleted.

The current situation is that some patients are unwilling to give up the pressure of high-paying jobs, yet they fantasize that a relaxed and leisurely lifestyle could provide a magic cure, allowing them to have the best of both worlds: they want to get cured, but they still have to go to work as usual, and they don't want to pay any price.

What left Zhao Xiaochui speechless was that this phenomenon of immense pressure on workers was clearly a problem of the whole society.

But now, under the deliberate guidance of certain individuals, the focus of the conflict has been shifted to a massage parlor, as if it had become the culprit for exploiting its employees.

Zhao Xiaochui grew angrier and angrier, so he simply logged onto the official account of "Relaxed Travel" and, too lazy to pay attention to the endless stream of insults, directly tagged the Fatou Subdistrict Office.

Within ten minutes, the official account of Fatou Subdistrict Office released a detailed announcement stamped with a red seal.
Recently, there has been much discussion online about the difficulties patients face in accessing medical care. The following is a description of the relevant work already carried out by our subdistrict:

The local government has contacted relevant departments to activate a green channel and is currently collecting medical records from severely ill patients. We will coordinate with Easy Slow Travel (BJ) Health Management Co., Ltd. to connect with several top-tier hospitals to ensure patients receive professional medical support.

For patients with mild to moderate symptoms, we recommend information on several medical institutions and experts with professional diagnostic and treatment capabilities within the jurisdiction. Patients can obtain detailed guidance through the community.

We urge the public to view this rationally and not to believe or spread rumors. Solving public health issues requires the joint efforts of the government, medical institutions, social enterprises, and the public.

This official response was issued quickly and clearly, laying out the division of responsibilities and the actual work.

But Zhao Xiaochui stared at the announcement, still somewhat dissatisfied.

That's a pretty comprehensive explanation, but what about those people lingering at the gate, refusing to leave and livestreaming with their phones? Are they going to be controlled? And how?
Zhao Xiaochui was seething with anger, and the more he thought about it, the more frustrated he felt. He simply took the elevator from his second-floor studio down to the first floor.

With a click, he pressed the switch.

The lights that usually stay on after closing time in the main lobby suddenly illuminated the massage area. The outdoor nightlights also switched on, making the section of Jinchan North Road in front of the entrance crystal clear.

Under the lights, the expressions of various emotions—expectation, anxiety, or ulterior motives—were clearly visible to the self-media anchors who were waiting, the patients' families clinging to their last hope, and the crowds who were simply watching the drama unfold.

This was supposed to be a relaxed and leisurely stroll after closing time, but now, these people are making it seem like I'm the one with a guilty conscience!
He walked expressionlessly through the empty hall, pushed open the heavy door with his own hands, stepped outside, and then, with a "click," locked the door tightly from the outside with the key.

He walked expressionlessly through the empty hall, stood in front of the automatic sliding door, took out his electronic key card, and gently tapped it against the sensor. A soft "beep" rang out, and the heavy sliding door smoothly slid shut, followed by a "click" as it automatically locked.

After doing all this, he turned around and faced the several phone cameras that immediately slammed into him, and the patients' family members whose eyes lit up with anticipation.

As soon as Zhao Xiaochui turned around, several live streamers holding up their phones pounced on him like sharks smelling blood, their microphones and cameras almost touching his face.

"Hey Thor! Say something! Why did you just stand by and watch someone die?"

"You have money to give foreigners beauty treatments, but not money to treat your fellow countrymen's illnesses?"

"Are you discriminating against the poor?!"

The cacophony of questions pierced Zhao Xiaochui's ears like needles. His face turned deathly pale, and his breathing became rapid.

This is a sign that PTSD is about to be triggered.

A chilling killing intent almost uncontrollably surged from Zhao Xiaochui's eyes. But these streamers, who would do anything for clicks and even dared to barge into a centenarian academician's birthday banquet, how could they possibly be intimidated by a single glance?
They were only startled by Zhao Xiaochui's sudden aura and took two steps back. They then concluded that Zhao Xiaochui was just putting on an act and immediately swarmed around him like flies, their words becoming increasingly offensive.

Zhao Xiaochui's breathing grew heavier, and fragments of bloody memories flashed through his mind. Just as he was about to lose control, his right hand flashed out and grabbed the neck of the most boisterous streamer...

The heat within his body began to flow on its own.

A warm current washed over his entire body, forcefully pulling him back from the brink of violence.

Zhao Xiaochui slowly withdrew his hand, suppressing his turbulent emotions, and carefully sensed the condition within his body.

Since treating Zhou Min last time, the heat flow within his body has turned orange-yellow. It seems to have acquired a new function: flowing autonomously and protecting its master.

Zhao Xiaochui ignored these shameless people and turned to leave.

Just then, a middle-aged woman suddenly rushed out from the crowd, making a move to kneel on the ground. Zhao Xiaochui reacted quickly and stopped her.

The woman grabbed his arm and pleaded tearfully, "Brother Hammer! That's what everyone calls you online, so I'll call you Brother Hammer too! Please, have mercy and save my man's life!"

Zhao Xiaochui took the medical record from her and quickly glanced at it.

It's not even extremely severe, not even moderate to severe! He frowned slightly and asked directly:

“I’ve reviewed your medical records. The situation isn’t urgent. Why don’t you register as a member on the Easy Travel mini-program and make an appointment according to the process?”

The woman's eyes darted around, and she began to stammer, "Oh dear, that app is too complicated, we're too old to understand it... and we can never get a reservation..."

(End of this chapter)