The dating reality show host just wanted to give up, but the rich girl fell for him.

The air in the living room suddenly became somewhat tense.

All eyes were on Zhao Kuo.

Especially those guests who had just experienced "Lin's Bone Setting" had eyes full of sympathy, mixed with a hint of anticipation for a good show.

Zhao Kuo felt a chill run down his spine from being stared at.

But he was already in a bind; the soreness in his lower back felt like a tiny hand scratching at him, making it difficult for him to stand.

"Alright, since Young Master Zhao trusts me so much..."

Lin Mo slowly put down the silver needle pouch in his hand and looked Zhao Kuo up and down with his eyes.

That gaze didn't seem like that of someone looking at a patient.

It's like looking at a piece of rotten wood that looks shiny on the outside but is infested with worms on the inside.

"But let me make this clear from the start."

Lin Mo walked to the sofa and pointed to the spot where Jiang Ruoyun had just been lying. "Some illnesses can be treated superficially, but not fundamentally."

Zhao Kuo's heart skipped a beat.

"What do you mean? My back just hurts, what's wrong with that?"

He muttered to himself as he forced himself to lie down on the sofa.

To show off the results of his years of fitness training, he even lifted the hem of his wrinkled haute couture shirt, revealing his fairly well-defined back muscles.

"Look at those latissimus dorsi muscles! Look at those erector spinae muscles!"

Zhao Kuo tried to regain his composure, still stubbornly lying there, "I have a personal trainer, my core strength is really strong! Just now... I just wasn't warmed up!"

Lin Mo didn't speak.

He simply stood by the sofa, looking down at Zhao Kuo's slightly trembling lower back.

A meaningful smile curved at the corner of his lips.

"Whether a core force is strong or not cannot be determined by words alone."

Lin Mo extended a finger, long and slender, fair-skinned, with a hint of the coolness of freshly disinfected alcohol at the fingertip.

They didn't search for meridians as gently as they had done for Jiang Ruoyun.

His finger flashed through the air like a shadow, landing with perfect precision 1.5 inches to the side of Zhao Kuo's second lumbar vertebra spinous process, as if it had its own navigation radar.

That's one of the most famous acupoints for fatal injuries in Traditional Chinese Medicine—

[Shenshu point].

"How does it feel here?"

Lin Mo's voice was very soft, and his movements were even softer.

There wasn't even any force applied; the fingertip just gently touched the acupoint.

That kind of force is barely enough to flick a speck of dust off your clothes.

however.

It's just this tiny, light touch.

next second.

"Awooo!!!"

A piercing, even shrill scream shattered the roof of Villa A.

Then, a memorable scene was born.

Zhao Kuo, who had been lounging on the sofa trying to look cool, now looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on and its fur had stood on end, or a live loach that had just been thrown into a frying pan.

With a "whoosh" sound!

He actually launched himself into the air from the sofa!

It really flew!

He was thrown half a meter into the air, then fell heavily back onto the sofa under the force of gravity, clutching his lower back with both hands, his face contorted into a mask of pain.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! It's broken! My back is broken!"

Zhao Kuo curled up like a boiled shrimp, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

That feeling was not ordinary pain at all.

It was a tingling, bone-deep soreness, an emptiness as if all the vital energy had been drained, that instantly spread throughout the entire body from that point.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene.

Jiang Ruoyun was so shocked that she covered her mouth. Although Lin Mo had massaged her earlier, it was not so sore that it made her feel like she was taking off on the spot.

The chat in the live stream went completely wild after a one-second pause.

Holy crap!!!

[What kind of magical finger technique is this? Is it acupressure?!]

[Zhao Kuo's jumping ability... it's a shame he's not participating in the Olympics!]

[Wait... which spot did Lin Mo just press? Is there any knowledgeable traditional Chinese medicine practitioner here?]

[Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioners are here! That spot is the Shenshu acupoint! It's specifically for treating kidney deficiency and lower back pain! The reaction is so strong... those who know, know!]

Lin Mo looked at Zhao Kuo rolling around on the sofa and shook his head helplessly.

He withdrew his hand, even flicking it in the air in disgust, as if it had been tainted with some bad luck.

"Young Master Zhao, you can't take it already?"

Lin Mo sighed, his tone filled with the characteristic frustration and disappointment of an old Chinese medicine doctor:

"I haven't even used my full strength yet."

"The reaction was so intense from just a light touch..."

Lin Mo paused, his eyes becoming exceptionally sharp, like a scalpel, directly dissecting Zhao Kuo's bluffing facade.

"The foundation is weak and the core is insufficient."

"A thick, greasy tongue coating indicates excessive internal heat."

"Plus, this Shenshu acupoint explodes at the slightest touch..."

Lin Mo clicked his tongue twice, patted Zhao Kuo's trembling shoulder, and said earnestly:

"Young Master Zhao, although you are still young, you should still moderate your nightlife."

"Some things can't be bought with money. Like... vitality."

boom!

These few words were even more explosive than that scream just now.

Although the word was not explicitly stated.

But every single word points to that one that strikes fear into the hearts of all men—

Virtual!

And it's the kind of emptiness that comes from having your body completely hollowed out!

[Official stamp: The Prince with Kidney Deficiency!]

[Hahaha! This is hilarious! Nightlife needs to be moderated... Lin Mo's mouth is so sharp!]

[Zhao Kuo: I got that from working out! Lin Mo: Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, I don't believe you.]

This is practically a public execution! Tens of millions of people online are watching. How is Young Master Zhao supposed to face anyone in this industry after this?

So even rich kids have their troubles. Looks like you can't just squander your money.

Zhao Kuo lay sprawled on the sofa, his face turning a deep purplish-red, almost purple.

Shame, pain, embarrassment...

A mix of emotions overwhelmed him, making him wish he could disappear into the ground right then and there.

He wanted to argue.

He wanted to jump up, point his finger at Lin Mo's nose, and yell at him for talking nonsense.

but……

The soreness in my lower back was real.

The feeling of helplessness when Lin Mo pierced through the disguise with a single finger was also real.

Even he himself had doubts—

Have I been going to nightclubs too often lately? Am I really... overdrawing my energy?

"You...you're talking nonsense!"

Zhao Kuo gritted his teeth, but his voice was so weak it was like a mosquito's buzz, utterly lacking in confidence, "I...I overdid it! It's lactic acid buildup!"

"Okay, okay, lactic acid buildup."

Lin Mo nodded perfunctorily, with a magnanimous expression that said, "I won't hold it against the patient."

"Since it's lactic acid buildup, there's nothing I can do to cure it."

"This disease of affluence needs to be managed."

After saying that, Lin Mo didn't look at him again and turned to walk towards the open kitchen.

He left Zhao Kuo with a dashing yet ruthless silhouette.

There was also that strange atmosphere throughout the venue where everyone wanted to laugh but dared not, feeling extremely uncomfortable holding it in.

Lin Chacha hid in a corner and secretly took out her phone to search for "what does pain in the Shenshu acupoint mean?" After seeing the search results, she quietly moved to the place furthest away from Zhao Kuo.

Jiang Ruoyun looked at Zhao Kuo's miserable state, and then at Lin Mo's back.

For some reason, I felt a strange sense of exhilaration.

Live it!

That'll teach you a lesson for bullying me with that crappy drill!

My Lin Mo is really something else; he can teach you a lesson with just one finger!

……

Thirty minutes later.

Just when everyone was still immersed in the afterglow of the "Kidney Deficiency Prince" and unable to extricate themselves.

A strange smell suddenly wafted from the kitchen.

It doesn't smell like that kind of food.

Instead, it has a rich, slightly bitter yet sweet taste of traditional Chinese medicine.

Gumbling.

Lin Mo slowly walked out, carrying his signature large tea mug in one hand and a small earthenware pot in the other.

It was still emitting an eerie heat.

"Come on, you there..."

Lin Mo placed the casserole on the coffee table with a muffled thud.

Curious, the crowd gathered around.

Jiang Ruoyun couldn't help but pinch her nose and curiously leaned over to take a look:

"Lin Mo, what's this?"

She pointed to the pot, then glanced at Zhao Kuo, who was still lying motionless on the sofa, and her eyes suddenly lit up, as if she had guessed something:

"Could it be...?"

Jiang Ruoyun lowered her voice and asked with a gossipy look:

"Did you specially prepare this for Zhao Kuo... to nourish his kidneys?"