Mrs. Du hesitated for a moment. She really had no idea what to do and looked at her husband Du Hongsheng helplessly.
Du Hongsheng didn't dare to take the risk for a moment. The girl looked too young. Jiang Min said that she was from the Conservatory of Music. How could she dare to risk her son's life
Wen Qiao took out a small bag of silver needles from her handbag and said in a stern voice, "Although I am from the Conservatory of Music, I learned medicine from a world-renowned doctor. Your son is in shock due to asthma. When this symptom occurs, you can use acupuncture on the Tiantu point, Dingchuan point, and Feishu point. When the symptom is not occurring, you can treat it at the Hegu point and Zusanli point."
She spoke so carefully, she didn't seem like a charlatan.
Mrs. Du loved her son so much that she didn't care about anything else. She grabbed her hand and said, "Little girl, you must save my son. Please."
Jiang Min was still unwilling: "Uncle Du, are you really confident in letting her treat you?"
Wen Qiao turned to look at her, his eyes flashing coldly: "Even if you don't like me, human lives are at stake. Put aside your competitive mind and save people.
Wen Qiao saw through Jiang Min's thoughts on the spot, and she looked embarrassed and her expression was distorted.
Minister Qin rushed over and gave Du Hongsheng a shot of adrenaline: "Don't worry, Mr. Du, since she said she can cure this child, she can definitely cure it. Just leave it to her."
Du Hongsheng didn't believe anyone else, but he was 120% confident in Minister Qin. After hearing what he said, he immediately said to Wen Qiao, "Thank you for your help."
Wen Qiao said coldly: "Let everyone back off, or he will be suffocated."
Du Hongsheng quickly said to the crowd, "Please step back."
Wen Qiao half-knelt on the carpet, took out the silver needle, and inserted it into the Tiantu point below the collarbone. Her technique was neat and she did not hesitate. She looked very experienced. Mrs. Du was a little worried at first, but now seeing her skillful technique, she gradually felt relieved.
Wen Qiao picked up another needle and said in a deep voice, "Lift him up, the Dingchuan point is on his back."
Du Hongsheng quickly supported the child's shoulders and arms, and carefully helped the child sit up.
Wen Qiao inserted two needles into the Dingchuan point located at the back of the shoulder.
The unconscious child suddenly frowned, and Mrs. Du burst into tears of joy: "He is responding, he is responding."
Wen Qiao said calmly, "Keep your voice down."
Mrs. Du looked horrified: "I'm sorry."
Wen Qiao picked up another needle, inserted it three centimeters down into the lung point, then reached out and pressed the boy's philtrum and pinched it hard.
With a "wow" sound, the boy suddenly burst into tears.
Wen Qiao stretched out his hand: "Does he have the aerosol with him?"
Mrs. Du hurriedly unzipped her handbag and said in a trembling voice, "Yes, yes."
With trembling hands, he handed the aerosol to Wen Qiao, who immediately put it in the boy's mouth. The boy immediately began to breathe desperately like a fish in a drained pond, and then slowly opened his eyes.
His face, which had been completely gray, gradually showed some color.
Mrs. Du finally felt relieved, but she hugged her son and cried heart-wrenchingly with lingering fear.
Wen Qiao said calmly: "Madam, don't hold him. He still has needles stuck in his body. If the needles are misaligned, he will get sick again."
Mrs. Du let go of her son awkwardly and looked at Wen Qiao with red eyes, "Thank you, miracle doctor."
Wen Qiao shook his head: "I'm not a miracle doctor, I just learned some insignificant medical skills."
(End of this chapter)