Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Wen Xin quickly stepped out from the corner. She hadn’t acted immediately because she didn’t want to rush in and possibly make things worse, but now she couldn’t wait any longer.
She walked over to the child, took him from the woman’s arms, and laid him on a nearby table. She swiftly unwrapped his blanket to help him breathe easier.
With no hesitation, Wen Xin took out several medical silver needles she carried with her.
Holding the twitching child steady with one hand, she quickly unwrapped the
needles with her mouth and expertly inserted six of them into the child’s body.
Instantly, the child’s complexion changed from blue to pale, his breathing slowed down, and the convulsions gradually stopped.
Counting the seconds, about thirty later, Wen Xin removed the needles and tossed them into a nearby trash can.
As she turned around, the child burst into tears.
Hearing her child cry, the stunned woman snapped back to reality. She picked up her son from the table and softly soothed him.
Just then, Zhuge Jingming had just rushed in, and upon hearing the child’s cry, he frowned slightly. Looking at Yan Lin, he said, “If the child can cry, it’s not as serious as you claimed. You said he was practically going to die.”
“I really didn’t exaggerate, Master. The child was convulsing all over, breathing rapidly, and his face had turned blue. It was clearly…”
Yan Lin, realizing he was speaking too freely about sensitive matters, trailed off and closed his mouth.
“Madam, your baby…’
Zhuge Jingming looked toward the woman comforting her child and noticed Wen Xin standing lazily by the table. His eyes lit up, understanding now why the child’s dire condition had suddenly improved.
“Master Zhuge, this lady here saved the child. Her medical skills are extraordinary!”
An elderly man near Wen Xin had witnessed her saving the child. He mused that traditional medicine might be making a comeback, astonished by the young woman’s expertise, possibly rivaling even Zhuge Jingming’s.
Those watching Wen Xin’s relaxed demeanor started to wonder if she had come to cause trouble.
They weren’t interested in drama; they were here for treatment.
The woman had calmed her child, noticing his fever seemed to have dropped.
She rushed over to Wen Xin, “Miss, please check my baby again; his fever seems to have gone down…”
The crowd, driven by curiosity, gathered around, and even Zhuge Jingming came over to examine the child.
“The child’s fever has indeed subsided…” Zhuge Jingming glanced at Wen Xin, unsure of her purpose here and reluctant to reveal her identity.
“Let’s discuss this inside. Madam, please come with me.” Wen Xin, with her backpack, led the way into Zhuge Jingming’s clinic with everyone watching.
Zhuge Jingming warmly invited the woman and her child into the clinic.
The waiting patients were confused about the situation, eager to know who the girl was. Was she a new doctor at the clinic? Her acupuncture skills were impressive.
“Why do you let that woman in? She was the last to arrive, and we’ve been waiting all morning!” The loudest protester spoke again, pretending to be indignant and speak for everyone.
Yan Lin, with a cold look, replied, “Sir, the woman with the child is not Master Zhuge’s patient, so her going in doesn’t affect your wait. Please understand.” “That’s right, the child was treated by the young lady, not by Master Zhuge. No harm done.”
The elderly man who had praised Wen Xin before now sat quietly, stroking his beard with one hand, and his wise eyes filled with admiration.
Wen Xin entered the treatment room, where some present didn’t recognize her and were somewhat resentful of her intrusion.
“You weren’t called yet, don’t come in!” A middle-aged man spoke harshly, his voice filled with anger.
“Zhibai, keep quiet. Do you know who she is? How dare you speak to her like that!” Zhuge Jingming quickly followed behind Wen Xin, scolding those who disrespected her.
“It’s okay. I came to talk to you about something. You deal with your patients first; I’ll check on the child, and we can talk later.’
Wen Xin, not bothered by the disrespect, didn’t like revealing her identity. If people didn’t know who she was and offended her, she found it forgivable and not worth fussing over.
“Alright, then. Wait for me for a moment. Please take this lady and the child to the back treatment room, and I’ll join you shortly.”
Wen Xin nodded and gestured for the woman carrying the child to follow her into the treatment room.
“Miss, my baby has had a fever for three days with no improvement, just injections and IVs. It’s heartbreaking. I had no choice but to bring him out, and luckily, we found you, or else…”
“It’s okay. Your child is much better now. Sit down, and I’ll check him.”
Wen Xin had the woman sit with the child; then she felt the child’s pulse.
After a few minutes, Wen Xin released the child’s wrist, took out a medicine bottle from her bag, and gave the child a candy-like pill.
The child, now awake, looked up with misty, beautiful eyes, showing signs of his long fever. It was probably because the fever had lasted for too long that the child’s condition was not very good
“YouYou, open your mouth. Sister has a candy for you.” The woman softly coaxed her child, gently pressing her cheek to his.
The child, hearing about the candy, perked up, opened his mouth, and waited for Wen Xin to give him the treat..