Mrs. Du hesitated suddenly, she really had no choice at all, and looked at her husband Du Hongsheng helplessly.

Du Hongsheng didn't dare to take risks for a while, this girl looked too young, and Jiang Min said that she was from the Conservatory, how could she dare to risk her son's life?

Wen Qiao took out a small packet of silver needles from his handbag, and said in a solemn voice: "Although I am from the Conservatory of Music, I learn medical skills from world-renowned doctors, your son is in shock because of asthma, when this symptom attacks, you can take Tiantu acupoint, Dingchuan acupoint, lung Yu acupoint acupuncture, when you don't have an attack, you can treat it at Hegu Acupoint Zusanli Acupoint." ”

She said it so meticulously, she didn't look like a charlatan.

Mrs. Du's love for her son was so heartfelt that she couldn't care about anything else, so she grabbed her hand: "Little girl, you must save my son, please." ”

Jiang Min was still unwilling: "Uncle Du, are you really relieved to let her diagnose and treat?" ”

Wen Qiao turned his head to look at her, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Even if you don't like me, but human life is at stake, put away your comparison mind, it's important to save people." ”

Jiang Min's mind was debunked by Wen Qiao on the spot, his face was a little unbearable, and his expression was very distorted.

Minister Qin hurriedly came and gave Du Hongsheng a shot of strength: "Mr. Du, don't worry, since this child says that she can cure it, she will definitely be able to treat it, you can rest assured that she will be able to treat it." ”

Du Hongsheng didn't believe it, and he put a hundred and twenty hearts on Minister Qin, and he said so, so he immediately said to Wen Qiao: "I'm sorry for you." ”

Wen Qiao said coldly: "Let everyone retreat, otherwise he will be out of breath." ”

Du Hongsheng hurriedly said to the onlookers: "Please retreat from the trouble." ”

Wen Qiao half-knelt on the carpet and took out the silver needle, aimed at the Tiantu acupoint under the collarbone, she used neatly, without hesitation, looking very experienced, originally Mrs. Du was not very assured, but now looking at her skillful technique, a heart gradually let go.

Wen Qiao picked up another needle and instructed in a deep voice: "Lift him up and put his breathing point behind his back." ”

Du Hongsheng hurriedly supported the child's shoulders and arms, and carefully helped the child to sit up.

Wen Qiao applied two needles to the Dingqi point placed under the back shoulder.

The unconscious child suddenly frowned, and Mrs. Du cried with joy: "He has reacted, he has reacted." ”

Wen Qiao said calmly: "Speak quietly. ”

Mrs. Du looked frightened: "I'm sorry." ”

Wen Qiao picked up another needle, went down three centimeters, and inserted it into the lung acupoint, then reached out and pressed the boy's middle and pinched it hard.

With a 'wow', the boy burst into tears.

Wen Qiao stretched out his hand: "Does he have the aerosol he carries with him?" ”

Mrs. Du hurriedly unzipped her handbag, and her voice trembled: "Yes, yes." ”

With trembling hands, he handed the aerosol to Wen Qiao, who immediately put it on the boy's mouth, and the boy immediately breathed desperately like a fish exhausted, and then slowly opened his eyes.

The originally dead and gray face gradually became a little colored.

Mrs. Du's heart finally fell to the ground, and she hugged her son and cried heartbreakingly.

Wen Qiao said calmly: "Madame, don't hold him, he still has needles on his body, and if he misses the needle, he will get sick again." ”

Mrs. Du let go of her son in embarrassment, and looked at Wen Qiao with red eyes, "Thank you, Divine Doctor." ”

Wen Qiao shook his head: "I'm not a miracle doctor, I just learned a little insignificant medical skills." ”