Master Zhao Institute, Inc

Master Zhao is a wonder of the world. I swear. My former employer (bless her heart) took me to experience the magic of Master Zhao last winter.
Squeamish readers who have no desires to hear about my health woes, you are advised to stop reading at once.
For those of you still with us, I was severely anemic and had some serious lady issues — just calling whatever was happening in my uterus «cramps» is seriously undermining the soul-​wrenching pain I regularly endured.
I have to admit, when I went along for the journey, I wasn’t expecting much. Though I’d heard great things about qi-​gong in general and Master Zhao specifically, I like to temper my more woo-​woo inclinations with a healthy dose of skepticism.
Didn’t quite hold up in the face of what happened. Master Zhao has you lay down, and then your qi (alternately spelled «chi») starts draining out of your feet and you get very cold. Then he comes in and waves his hands over your body and starts telling you all kinds of shit that only your diary should know! I had asthma as a kid. Master Zhao knew. I had a knee injury from days long past. Master Zhao knew. My iron counts were pathetically low. Master Zhao knew.
He chalked my lady parts problems up to an overabundance of yin energy, told me to lay off the cold drinks and ice cream, and suggested that I have sex more often. Hells yeah.
And later that month, during my «special time,» I acted like a flippin’ Kotex commercial: I can do it all, and feel healthy and refreshed! No more crippling, moan-​inducing, agonizing cramps. Hurrah!
I referred a dear friend and Master Zhao gave him a serious assist on his health issues, too. I’m a believer. I would recommend Master Zhao with every fiber of my body, and every sparkling component of my healthy, balanced qi.