C13 Healing the Damage to the Foot Bone

"I've studied some foot massage techniques that are quite effective. They can swiftly alleviate the pain from foot injuries."

Su Hao looked up, locking eyes with Bai Wenling. His gaze was crystal clear.

Bai Wenling's cheeks flushed, and she opened her mouth as if to speak, but ultimately, no words came out.

Su Hao gently removed her stockings and took hold of her right foot. The warmth and softness of her ankle sent a ripple through his heart.

The foot before him was as pristine as milk, as smooth as white jade, and as pure as a freshly peeled egg—utterly unblemished.

Fighting the warmth stirring within him, Su Hao carefully adjusted Bai Wenling's right foot.

"Hiss!" Bai Wenling winced in pain, her complexion turning ashen as a bead of cold sweat trickled down her cheek.

"This is more severe than I thought. There's swelling, and I see some abrasions on the heel," Su Hao said with a concerned tone. "Typical sprains involve damage to the joints or soft tissues of the limbs, but your injury is to the foot's nerve, which is why the pain is significantly more intense."

"Foot nerve damage is uncommon unless there's repeated trauma or ongoing irritation. Wearing high heels every day for a month has overstimulated your feet, leading to the nerve damage."

Bai Wenling nodded slightly, biting her lip in discomfort, and asked, "Will the massage help?"

"Yes, though it might be a bit painful at first. You'll need to bear with it," Su Hao cautioned her. He then relaxed his upper body, loosely clenched his fist, and began to push gently, channeling strength into his palm and focusing it on his thumb, pressing it methodically onto the affected nerve in Bai Wenling's foot.

Legend has it that in ancient times, when traditional Chinese medicine thrived, there was a unique acupuncture method that used a finger instead of a needle, known as the One Finger Zen Push Technique.

This method adhered to the principle of 'following the meridians and pressing on acupoints', concentrating energy on the finger, sinking the shoulders, dropping the elbows, and using the wrist joint's movements to drive the thumb's flexing and extending. This alternating and continuous force applied to the meridians and acupoints would stimulate the flow of Qi, clear the pathways, balance Yin and Yang, and expel negative influences.

The One Finger Zen Push Technique transcended the confines of traditional acupuncture, utilizing the thumb in place of the silver needle to apply pressure on specific acupoints with its tip, pad, or side.

Due to its small contact area and significant pressure, coupled with steady, rhythmic application, this technique could deeply penetrate all acupoints throughout the body. It was more convenient than conventional acupuncture methods, earning acclaim as one of the most practical ancient healing arts.

In a past life, Su Hao found himself at a crossroads and encountered a divine healer who imparted the One Finger Zen Push Technique to him.

With a concentrated gaze and a breath held in focus, Su Hao's thumb deftly touched Bai Wenling's delicate feet, alternating between quick and slow, firm and gentle touches.

Over time, the pained look on Bai Wenling's face faded, replaced by a healthy blush.

Su Hao's method was peculiar; each massage seemed to draw away warmth, leaving the feet increasingly cool with each pass.

As Su Hao's massage techniques evolved, Bai Wenling felt an increasing comfort in her feet, the pain from her sprains and scrapes vanishing imperceptibly.

Su Hao remained composed, subtly altering his technique to a half-fist, with the side of his thumb's knuckle brushing gently against the side of his index finger, continuing to massage Bai Wenling.

A sigh of relief escaped Bai Wenling, her heart lifting as if she were a kite ascending into the clouds, and she inadvertently let out a soft moan.

Following that moment, she blushed deeply, her eyes darting away from Su Hao's steady gaze, internally chastising herself for her lack of restraint.

After sustaining pressure for a minute, Su Hao's palm swept in a half-circle, channeling the force gently into Bai Wenling's foot nerve.

He then swiftly withdrew his hand from her feet, without a hint of impropriety.

As the energy flowed into her feet, Bai Wenling felt a wave of coolness and relief, as if she were walking on clouds, soft and light.

"Alright, stand up and take a walk; see how it feels," Su Hao said with a sigh of relief and a slight smile.

"Mmm..." Bai Wenling lingered in the moment, her cheeks flushed as she slipped on her stockings, her expression still tinged with shyness.

She had never allowed a boy to touch her feet for so long, and though she should have been a mix of embarrassed and angry, she couldn't muster any annoyance towards Su Hao. Instead, a tender affection was beginning to bloom in her heart.

With her shoes on, Bai Wenling took a couple of tentative steps. To her amazement, her beautiful eyes widened in surprise. Her feet, rather than feeling heavy and sore as before, now had a light, silky sensation.

A few more steps, and a look of astonishment spread across her pretty face. The pain from her sprain and scrapes had indeed been massaged away by Su Hao's skilled hands.

"Feeling a lot better, aren't you?" Su Hao asked, noticing the subtle change in Bai Wenling's expression, a smile on his face.

Bai Wenling bit her lip and nodded.

"Good to hear," Su Hao replied, relieved. He checked the time and added, "Rest here in the office for a bit. I need to step out. I'll handle the company's financial matters."

With that, he turned and strode towards the door. Just as he was about to leave, Bai Wenling called out, "Su Hao..."

"What is it?" he asked, looking back.

"Come back soon..."

"Will do!" Su Hao flashed an 'OK' sign and departed.

Watching Su Hao's retreating figure, a soft smile played on Bai Wenling's lips, radiant in the sunlight streaming through the window...

...

In the East City Region of Quanzhou, at Lin's Group headquarters, Lin Yilun lounged on an opulent sofa in the chairman's office, swirling a glass of red wine. A woman in a plunging neckline dress, her cleavage pronounced, lay nestled in his arms.

She extended a graceful hand to peel a grape and delicately offered it to Lin Yilun's lips.

Lin Yilun savored the grape, his other hand resting on the woman's thigh, caressing the cool, smooth silk of her high-end stockings. The woman showed no sign of resistance, quite the contrary, she seemed to welcome his touch.

"Step outside," Lin Yilun instructed after a sip of red wine, giving the woman a knowing glance.

Reluctantly, the woman cast a seductive gaze back at him and exited the office without further delay.

Once she was gone, Lin Yilun dialed a number. "How's the situation?"

"The task is complete. Two hundred million dollars in total. The fall guy has taken his own life with poison—no trace leads back to Young Master Lin," reported a raspy voice from the line.

"Excellent. You've done well this time," Lin Yilun said, nodding in approval, his voice laced with malice. "Keep a close watch on Butterfly Loving Flower Company's activities. And keep pressing those in cahoots with them. Whatever it takes, make sure they cut ties with Butterfly Loving Flower."

"Got it!" came the unflappable, emotionless reply.

Lin Yilun hung up, wine glass in hand, and strolled over to the window.

He gazed in the direction of the Butterfly Loving Flower Company, a triumphant smirk spreading across his face.

Securing the T1 plot was one thing, but without the capital to sustain operations, the Butterfly Loving Flower Company would soon topple.

Su Hao, what ingenious solution will you conjure up to aid Bai Wenling this time?