Picking up the child's hand, she pricked each of his ten fingers with an embroidery needle.
A tiny bead of blood appeared on each finger, but that wasn't enough; Yin Xiaofan then pricked the little boy's ears as well.
Afterward, the boy stopped shivering, but he was still a bit feverish.
"The ginger soup is ready." At that moment, the shop owner came in with the ginger soup.
Dressing the little boy, she helped feed him the soup.
After drinking the ginger soup, Yin Xiaofan checked the boy's pulse again.
The pulse was fairly steady; it seemed there was no serious issue.
"The child is alright now, but make sure to give him plenty of water," Yin Xiaofan said smilingly.
"Little brother, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, Hu Zi might have really been in danger," the shop owner hurried to express his gratitude.
Understand that they had their child late in life; they doted on him immensely, so his illness had completely thrown them off balance.
