Suddenly, the child's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground, convulsing.

Oh no!

He was scared of himself.

Su Ruojin hurriedly opened the box she was carrying, took out a cloth bag and unfolded it. Inside were several blades as thin as cicada wings and various silver needles.

Su Ruojin picked up the silver needles and quickly inserted them into the child's Fengchi, Neiguan, and Taichong acupoints.

As the silver needles entered her body, Su Ruojin lightly flicked them, and each needle began to vibrate to varying degrees.

The needle was removed after three minutes.

The child slowly opened his eyes, and Su Ruojin quickly hugged him in her arms, whispering, "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person."

The boy didn't speak, he just stared blankly at Su Ruojin. Unlike his previous fear, there was no emotion in his eyes now, he was like a puppet.

Seeing the child's behavior, Su Ruojin frowned. The child actually suffered from "dementia". After taking his pulse, Su Ruojin frowned even more.

This child has an abnormally weak spleen and stomach. People with this condition usually have little appetite.

The food must be very carefully prepared; if anything is not prepared correctly, the food will be vomited up.

Holding the child in her arms, Su Ruojin felt that he was so light that he seemed to have no weight at all, and she felt a pang of heartache.

Su Ruojin touched his little face and said softly, "Sister is a doctor, shall I treat your illness?"

The child still did not respond, simply letting Su Ruojin manipulate him.

Su Ruojin placed him on a chaise longue, undressed him, and applied acupuncture to acupoints such as the Spleen Shu, Stomach Shu, and Gallbladder Shu.

This time was different from before; she applied sixteen needles to the child in succession, each needle of varying depth.

Then, she began to knead and flick each needle, repeating this process until she stopped after fifteen minutes.

Whether from comfort or exhaustion, the child had fallen into a deep sleep.

After another cup of tea's time, Su Ruojin removed the silver needles from the child's body and dressed him.

I had just finished dressing when the child woke up and sat up on his own.

Unlike before, his eyes were fixed on Su Ruojin, no longer showing the initial fear, but a hint of curiosity.

"Are you hungry? Here, have a bowl of porridge." Su Ruojin smiled and scooped out a bowl of chicken porridge, carefully picking out the chicken pieces.

The chicken in the porridge is all in large pieces; this child will have indigestion if he eats it.

Fortunately, the porridge was served in an earthenware pot, which had been covered beforehand. After about 15 minutes, the temperature was just right.

Seeing that the child didn't move, Su Ruojin took the bowl and went over, scooped a spoonful of porridge and brought it to the child's mouth.

The child stared at her intently, then slowly opened his mouth and ate the porridge.

"Good boy." Su Ruojin took out a handkerchief and wiped the porridge stuck to the corner of the child's mouth. She fed him half a bowl and then stopped to prevent him from overeating and having an upset stomach.

"Can you tell your sister what your name is?" Su Ruojin asked the child, but the child just looked at her and didn't say anything.

Many children with dementia cannot speak, but Su Ruojin was not annoyed. She asked softly, "Then can I call you Xiaobao from now on?"

This time the child responded and nodded gently.

Just then, they suddenly heard someone upstairs shouting for help: "Help! Someone has fainted! Help!"