Blind Miracle Doctor

Chapter 154: Chapter 154

“Fine, let’s just see how capable you are.”

With that, Director Wang came over to where I was and sat down.

I reached out my hand, took her pulse, and observed her complexion at the same time.

Chinese medicine emphasizes inspection, listening, inquiry, and palpation, but some things don’t need to be asked—the eyes can discern their truth with high certainty.

“Pfft, putting on airs.”

The Eurasian beauty rolled her eyes, her face full of contempt.

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This woman had both the figure and the looks, truly goddess-level beauty.

But she was so damned sharp-tongued and mean, it was easy to be put off by her.

I completely ignored her and slowly withdrew my hand, my brows furrowed.

“Director Wang, if I’m not mistaken, you have problems with your back, don’t you?”

“And there are issues with your gynecological health as well.”

Hearing my conclusion, a look of surprise appeared on Director Wang’s face.

From her expression, it was clear I had hit the mark.

“How… how did you figure that out?” she couldn’t help but ask.

Even the Eurasian beauty’s gaze towards me changed a little, probably because she hadn’t expected me to get it right.

“Director Wang, you really shouldn’t be so trusting. I feel like this guy is just bluffing,” she said mockingly.

I pursed my lips and continued, “Your back problem probably stems from overexertion during your postpartum confinement. I can cure you right now. Would you like to try?”

“Are you serious? Can you really cure my back?”

Director Wang’s eyes widened, a look of joy spreading across her face.

Issues arising from postpartum confinement often plague a woman for life and are difficult to completely cure.

That’s why she was so excited by my claim.

“Whether I can or can’t, isn’t it worth a try? Anyway, you have nothing to lose, right?” I said.

“Yeah, right, as if. Hospitals are helpless with these chronic diseases, and you can cure it? Talk about not having to draft your boasts.”

The Eurasian beauty rolled her eyes, folded her arms across her chest, squeezing her voluptuous peaches together to form a snowy white crevasse.

“Suzan, just let him try it,” said Director Wang, waving her hand and looking at me expectantly.

I knew that by then, she had started to believe in me, at least a little.

So, I had her lie down on the massage table, and with her clothes still on, I placed my hands on her spine and began to push and knead upwards inch by inch with my knuckles.

After that, I started to apply pressure on the acupuncture points on either side of her spine.

“Mmm…”

Perhaps it was too relaxing, she couldn’t help but let out a moan of pleasure.

Maybe feeling that making such a sound was too embarrassing, especially in front of so many people, she quickly said, “Young man, your massage technique is quite something. I feel all tingly and comfortable.”

“That’s the right reaction,” I said, smiling proudly. This was just the beginning of comfort.

As I continued to apply pressure, the expression on Director Wang’s face became more and more pleasurable.

Even though she tried to restrain herself, she couldn’t help but let out soft, embarrassed moans.

“No way, is it really that comfortable?”

The people around started to whisper to each other as they watched Director Wang’s reaction.

And the face of the Eurasian beauty was becoming increasingly unsightly.

“Director Wang, that’s enough for now. Please stand up and move around, see how you feel,” I said after a little more than ten minutes and slowly withdrew my hands.

“It’s a miracle, my back, it really doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Director Wang moved her waist around, the joy clear on her face.

“Young man, I’m sorry for being rude before. With skills like that, you’re overqualified for this place.”

“Have you ever considered finding a more professional setting to realize your value?” she said, smiling at me and extending an olive branch.

Hearing this, I couldn’t help but take a deep breath.

It seemed I had passed this challenge today.

But just then, the Eurasian beauty jumped in again.

“Director Wang, you can’t just take this as proof of his abilities,” she said.

“Oh? What do you mean?” Director Wang frowned.

The Eurasian beauty named Suzan hummed and hawed for quite a while without making a clear point—it seemed she couldn’t think of a reason to continue challenging me.

In the end, as if making some kind of decision, she gritted her teeth, “I’m not feeling well either. If you can fix me up, then I’ll acknowledge you.”