The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 53 It can't be done here

"Old Zhou, are you familiar with Chen Guifen?"

“Old Zhou, you and that young man are on good terms, right? You opened classes in his name and he didn’t say anything.”

"Old Zhou, could you help me ask if there's a cure for rheumatism?"

"I have a herniated disc. The young man suggested a course of treatment, but I found it increasingly difficult to schedule appointments, so I didn't continue. What do you say, Lao Zhou..."

Migraine.

"Arthritis, arthritis!"

"Ask if asthma is curable?"

Alzheimer's disease!

Old Zhou: "..."

He shook his head, ignoring these whimsical peers, and leisurely went back to his room to sleep.

The group chat exploded with frustration at not getting a response, with some even attempting to make voice calls, which of course failed to connect.

…………

Outside the massage parlor, a woman watched the commotion in the group chat, nodded, and handed her phone back to the person next to her.

Jiang Ying pulled back the curtain and entered the studio. The room door was not closed. This was her second time here, but the first time she had met Zhao Xiaochui. She knew that female customers should draw the curtain instead of closing the door when entering this room.

"Hey handsome, what good thing happened?"

What amused Jiang Ying was that Zhao Xiaochui, who was the subject of much discussion, was staring at his phone with a silly grin, as if he were having a wonderful dream.

Zhao Xiaochui jumped up with a start, glanced at the clock on the wall. It wasn't 10 PM yet, so he decided to welcome the guests. Then, he stood there dumbfounded.

Extremely sexy and voluptuous.

He had only seen such descriptions in some articles, and he never expected to actually meet such a woman in real life.

If Liu Li stood next to her, no one would notice Liu Li. But this woman had a special aura, so special that even in ordinary situations, though she attracted the attention of all the men, they would still choose Liu Li to marry.

She is a woman that few men are worthy of.

Under the woman's smiling gaze, Zhao Xiaochui took a while to come to his senses. He scratched his head sheepishly.

"Aunt..."

Calling this woman "young lady" is inappropriate for her age.

"This woman..."

"Just call me Madam," Jiang Ying said with a smile.

Zhao Xiaochui opened his mouth: "Um, we're not filming a TV series here, so the way you address someone as 'Madam'..."

Make him call you "Madam"? Are you trying to play the etiquette game with him?
Zhao Xiaochui thought for a moment, then prepared to explode.

"My surname is Jiang, so I'll call you Sister Jiang."

He knew he wouldn't stand a chance against this kind of woman.

Zhao Xiaochui realized that from the first moment he saw this woman, his emotions had been controlled by her.

He decided to get to work then, fearing that if they continued communicating, she would completely manipulate him.

So Zhao Xiaochui adopted a serious attitude and took the work order from Jiang's "Madam": "Where do you feel unwell?"

Seeing the young man's wary look, Jiang Ying suppressed a laugh and took out a file folder from her bag and handed it to him.

"Abdominal distension, dizziness, tinnitus, and poor mental state."

The file folder was thick, and Zhao Xiaochui didn't take it because he saw the header of the file folder:

Peking Union Medical College Hospital, Chinese Academy of Medical Sciences.

That is the last line of defense for Chinese patients; the ultimate test for intractable diseases; the red light before the end of a patient's life.

The air seemed to freeze. The file folder was held aloft, and Jiang Ying, growing impatient, began to frown.

Based on past experience, as long as she adopts a posture such as frowning or being unhappy, no one can refuse her!

No one has ever refused her. "I don't treat illnesses!"

Zhao Xiaochui pointed to the wall clock:
"I'm off work now. If you need a massage anywhere, please feel free to come again next time."

If possible, Zhao Xiaochui would be quite willing to serve this woman. He couldn't help but feel a sense of disrespect for his professional ethics towards this sexy body—he would do it even without money.

Of course, this idea is forgivable, because no young man in his prime could resist the temptation of a woman like that.

But that's Peking Union Medical College!
Bringing your Peking Union Medical College Hospital medical records to him? That's completely putting the cart before the horse!

Zhao Xiaochui wouldn't get involved in this kind of thing. It was just after get off work, so he started packing up his things to prepare for his nighttime home service.

The woman's words made him stop what he was doing.

“I didn’t come here for treatment, and my illness has already been treated at Peking Union Medical College Hospital.”

Zhao Xiaochui's alarmed expression made Jiang Ying want to laugh a little:

"The document includes the final diagnosis from Peking Union Medical College Hospital—after a series of treatments, my body will require lifelong management."

Zhao Xiaochui hesitated before taking the document bag. Inside were many detailed inspection reports. He looked at the headings on the reports and confirmed once again that the woman was wealthy.

All the receipts were issued by the Concord International Department.

The woman was diagnosed with premature ovarian failure due to an organic lesion in a certain area. After surgery, the lesion was resolved. The core of premature ovarian failure treatment is hormone replacement therapy plus prevention of complications. The disease lasts for 4 months and requires regular check-ups of liver and kidney function and breast function.

Zhao Xiaochui didn't continue reading because he couldn't understand the more specialized Western medical terms anymore.

However, he doesn't need to understand it. In traditional Chinese medicine massage, the explanation for gynecological diseases is mostly related to the imbalance of the liver, spleen, and kidneys, as well as the obstruction of qi and blood in the Chong and Ren meridians. Jiang Ying's condition is caused by insufficient kidney qi, which leads to amenorrhea.

Handing back the file bag, Zhao Xiaochui pointed at Jiang Ying's wrist.

Without hesitation, the woman generously offered her hand to him. Her wrist was like a lotus root carved from mutton fat jade, and the crimson nail tips made Zhao Xiaochui squint. He suppressed his pounding heart and grabbed the woman's wrist.

Taking a woman's pulse is a sign of honesty and respect. Traditional Chinese medicine massage is most afraid of customers who have illnesses but do not tell you. So, in return, Zhao Xiaochui pushed a slight warm current around the woman's abdomen.

Blood stasis obstructs menstruation, causing blockage of the Chong and Ren meridians.

This is information brought by the heat flow; the pulse is deep, wiry, and hesitant.

Zhao Xiaochui memorized this pulse diagnosis, and this reverse learning method brought him great practical learning results.

It's worth noting that the heat flow shows a slightly more positive attitude towards the woman, indicating that she's... a little better than the average person.

Zhao Xiaochui was surprised because Reliu rarely showed this kind of attitude towards female customers who carried luxury bags; at most, he was lukewarm.

Zhao Xiaochui didn't investigate the reason, because Fatty Sister had told him to keep his distance from worldly affairs.

I had just thought of Fatty Sister when she showed up:

"Little Hammer, aren't you done yet?"

The plump receptionist lifted the curtain and glanced at Jiang Ying. She was impressed by this woman who had led the main group in queuing for three hours. "Is there a problem?"

“The customer’s symptoms involve a medical condition,” Zhao Xiaochui explained, “and she is currently taking oral medication, which makes me a little hesitant.”

The portly receptionist noticed the file folder and frowned, because the woman hadn't taken it out while waiting in line: "Sir, this is a blind massage parlor."

Jiang Ying forced a smile: "Big sister, I just wanted to relieve my dizziness and tinnitus, and I brought up the fact that I have an illness myself."

The chubby receptionist's expression softened slightly, and she sought Zhao Xiaochui's opinion.

"Dizziness and tinnitus are only the mildest symptoms for this lady."

Zhao Xiaochui approves of Jiang Ying's performance.

"A hard, bloated lower abdomen, irritability, and depression are more serious symptoms. This woman may have also undergone a mental health examination."

Jiang Ying nodded repeatedly at Zhao Xiaochui's words; she had been diagnosed with primary depression.

The chubby receptionist: "Then why take medicine?"

"The drugs promote positive changes in hormones, which is currently essential."

"What should I do?"

"It can't be done here."

(End of this chapter)