The Campus Beauty Vet: Special Services at the Massage Parlor

I clutch my veterinary degree and hide in the massage parlor's locker room, staring at myself in the mirror in my pink uniform.

Who could have guessed that in my third week at the massage parlor, after my sister shoved me into the job, my anatomy knowledge would make a woman paralyzed for ten years cross her legs right on the spot?

A dislocated cervical vertebra works on the same principle as a dislocated feline spine. I tie up my big, wavy hair with a hair tie and press precisely on the suited-up client's Jianjing acupoint. "Sir, the misalignment of your shoulder blade... Did you just wrestle a brown bear?"

When the mysterious client Liu Jun happens to book my slot for the eighth time, his hand pauses as he undoes the third button. "Miss Lan, have you ever considered that what you're touching isn't an acupoint, but the vital spot everyone else longs to reach?"

From laughingstock to miracle worker, from pink massage beds to the headlines of medical forums, I massage the small of some CEO's back and sneer. "Who says treating primates isn't in my area of expertise?"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.