Prince Jin took her little hand and walked over.
"Auntie, Ruanruan can let little brother see her, are you willing?" Ruanruan's childish voice sounded.
The woman raised her head and looked at Ruanruan blankly.
"Puff!" Someone sneered.
"What does a child know? Why is he still looking at it? Could he really know medical skills?"
"Little kid, if this is really possible, then wouldn't it be the God of Medicine descending to earth? If this is really the God of Medicine descending to earth, then I am the God of Wealth."
Not far away, several men lowered their heads and spoke in low voices.
When King Jin looked at them with sharp eyes, they immediately shut up.
Ruanruan took a deep breath and said, "My grandfather said that studying medicine is to save people, but it can't save fools and brainless people."
Those people lowered their heads even lower, being lectured and looked down upon by the children, but they could only be angry but not speak out.
The woman also let go of her hand. Even though the other person was a child, she wanted to give it a try. After all, His Royal Highness the Prince of Jin was watching beside her.
Ruanruan put her hand on the little boy's wrist and took out a set of acupuncture from the messenger bag she brought with her.
He asked King Jin to help him hold the needle holder and took out a silver needle from it.
The little boy exerted force with his wrist and the silver needle pierced the base of his palm and the inside of his skinny arm.
Ruanruan took out a medicine bottle from her small purse, took out a small pill from it, and put it in the little boy's mouth.
"Little brother, I'm too weak to eat anything. I can only eat some thicker rice soup."
"The rice soup in this bowl is too sticky and not suitable for little brother to drink."
"Just now, Ruanruan has gathered all the energy in the little brother's body into his upper abdomen. Now he just needs to eat some rice soup on time."
"Yingyi, go get some soup."
When the porridge is cooked, the clear soup on top needs to be stirred by someone to make it thicker and the rice does not sink to the bottom. At this time, the porridge has just been added not long ago and some can be scooped out of the cooked porridge.
Ying came over very quickly, carrying a bowl of rice soup.
The little boy who was dying with his eyes half-closed now opened his eyes completely. His body seemed to have regained strength and his complexion looked much better than before.
Ying brought the rice soup over. The little boy held the bowl with one hand and drank most of it. He felt energetic.
"It's really the God of Medicine descending to earth!"
"Just now, the kid looked like he was about to die. I took his pulse, gave him some medicine, and drank half a bowl of rice soup, and he was fine."
"This is simply a little Bodhisattva!"
The people around him widened their eyes and looked at the little boy who was now in good condition and said in disbelief.
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