Chapter 960

Carson thought that Zephyr was going to tell him something important, but he later asked with a doubtful face, "What kind of service are you talking about?"

Zephyr curled his lips into a knowing smile, saying, "Don't you know? They provide full-body massages and their skills are heavenly."

All of a sudden, Carson perked up and said, "There are six types of massages. Which one do they offer?"

Zephyr stared at Carson for a little before he said, "Hey, you know quite a bit, don't you? Tell me more."

Hearing that, Carson cleared his throat and prepared himself. Then, Zephyr reached out his hand and stopped him. "Hey, remember to keep your voice down."

Carson took a look around afterward, thinking that it was indeed a little rude to talk loudly when so many others were chattering too. At that moment, his impression of Zephyr rose within his heart.

Following, Carson said, "There are six types of massages-zen massage, rolling massage, infant massage, bone-setting massage, acupressure massage, energy healing massage, and traditional medicine massage."

Hearing what he said, Zephyr began to frown. As he continued to listen further, a look of disdain surfaced upon his expression. Then, he scoffed, "You... What kind of nonsense are you talking about?"

Carson then replied very seriously, "Why, it's the traditional medicine massage, of course. These massage techniques, except for the last one, are more of legends. The rest of the massage techniques are all passed down through generations.

"The key here is that these massages can cure quite several illnesses, and the results are shockingly good too. You wouldn't be able to achieve such results with medicine."

Zephyr then said, "Carson, you're such a blockhead. You... Don't you know how to enjoy life? The types of massages I was referring to are Thiarand massage, Eastorian massage, and Cafran massage.

"You see, the hotel recently hired a batch of beauties for these services, and I heard that one of them is an expert in providing Eastorian massage services. See, did you receive this card?"

On the card was a strikingly stunning woman posing seductively, and she wasn't wearing any clothes at all.

With just a glance, Carson's face flushed completely red. "You... You were talking about 'these' things? So these women are... the masseuse.

"Aren't we here to exchange and share our medical skills? If you call up a masseuse here, it'd be..." His voice trailed off.

Carson wanted to say that it'd be an insult toward their medical skills, but he didn't want to end up arguing with Zephyr and lose the opportunity to learn more about the medical skills he didn't know.

While he swallowed down his words, Zephyr looked at him in disdain. "Haven't you attended a single

conference before? Having a

copference means getting to

eat

Scrumptious meal, drink a little, and have fun with the ladies. .net

"Who do you think would attend a conference if not for activities like these?"

Carson was stunned upon hearing that. "Were all of the previous conferences like this?"

Back then, he wasn't a part of the

association because he didn't have a

formal degree from an accredited

institution. While others attended

conferences Carson would

strike up a conversation with a few

other doctors and exchange contact information with them in hopes of learning more medical skills.

However, none of them bothered themselves with him. This year, he spent a few thousand dollars for dinners and gifts just to gain access to the conference held today.

He had hoped to leave the conference with new skills learned, but he never imagined things to turn out like this.

Zephyr chuckled and stared at Carson as if he were crazy. "Otherwise?"

At that, Carson let out a disappointed look. Thinking back to the amount of money

he spent just to attend a conference like this, he felt even more distressed for himself.

He became even more disappointed when took a look around the hall. Everyone else was drinking and chatting away in the liveliest manner.

Carson almost stood up and asked why they weren't sharing or exchanging their medical skills if this was meant to be a medical conference. In the end, he held out and waited for three whole hours before the dinner was over.

While others had their stomachs filled, Carson had his fueled with anger and frustration. The conference was finally coming to an end.

Francis Pittman, the president of the doctor's assembly, stood up and announced, "Let's end our meeting here. We've already sent you your room cards, so everyone can return to their rooms. I'll notify you again if anything else."

In the end, Carson couldn't hold it anymore and stood up, asking, "Mr. Pittman, don't

be so quick to end things. Aren't we going to share our medical skills? It doesn't

seem appropriate to end things just like this!"