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The lantern festival was bustling with people, and soon a crowd gathered around them, eager to see what was happening.
Song Feiwan had learned from her grandfather since she was young, and after attending university, she had taken an oath under the guidance of her professor, pledging her life to the practice of medicine. Since she had encountered this situation, she could not stand by and do nothing.
With a serious expression, she told Rong Anning, "You wait here for me." Then she turned to Zhuo Da and Zhuo Dao, saying, "Please help me."
After releasing Rong Anning's hand, she pushed through the crowd. Rong Anning was so anxious that she almost spoke up but held back.
"I am a doctor! Everyone step back and give some space to the patient!" She pulled off her mask and shouted. Although she was not very tall and still young, her presence was commanding at that moment. The crowd instinctively took a few steps back, creating a space around her.
Song Feiwan quickly stopped the woman from continuing to pinch the child's philtrum. Pinching the philtrum would not help with a seizure-induced fainting spell; in fact, it could harm the child further.
The woman immediately ceased her actions and cried out, "Doctor, what should we do?"
Song Feiwan's voice softened slightly. "Don't worry, leave it to me."
The woman stepped back but did not dare to move too far away. With concern in her voice, she said, "Please be careful; this child is very strong."
Not far away, Rong Anning's heart raced upon hearing this. "Song Feiwan, don’t be reckless! With your small frame, if he kicks you, won't your ribs break?"
To everyone's surprise, Song Feiwan also had considerable strength! The child who had been impossible to control moments ago seemed much more manageable in her hands.
Given the limited conditions, Song Feiwan could not afford to be too picky. She used a bit of skill to turn the child's head to ensure his breathing remained unobstructed. Then she directed Zhuo Da to hold down the child's body while she retrieved silver needles from the cloth bag she always carried with her. Without suitable medicine on hand, acupuncture would have to suffice.
The child was being held down by two strong men, and with the onset of his illness, he appeared to be in great pain. His mother cried desperately, wanting to rescue her child. Zhuo Dazhuo also began to doubt whether they were holding him too tightly and instinctively loosened his grip.
Song Feiwan's beautiful face was filled with seriousness and composure. She said coldly, "Hold him down, don't move." The authoritative tone compelled the two men to comply without hesitation.
With piercing eyes and unwavering focus, Song Feiwan swiftly and accurately administered several acupuncture needles. Before anyone could fully comprehend what was happening, she withdrew her hands and announced, "It's done."
The child's convulsions gradually subsided; his eyes closed, and his complexion returned to a state of calm. Zhuo Dazhuo released his grip and stood to the side. The child's mother rushed over but hesitated to embrace him, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at Song Feiwan.
"Doctor, is Xu'er alright?" she asked anxiously.
"There shouldn't be any major issues. Let's observe for a while. Once he wakes up, take him to a clinic for further examination," Song Feiwan replied.
The woman bowed repeatedly, expressing her gratitude. "Thank you, Doctor! Xu'er usually takes a long time to calm down during these episodes; this is the first time it has happened so quickly. I don’t know where your clinic is; we will go there shortly."
"My clinic isn't open yet; you should find another doctor for him first," Song Feiwan advised.
"Alright, we will come back once you open! May I ask your name?"
Someone nearby exclaimed loudly, "I just heard someone call her Song Feiwan! Could she be the young lady from the Song family of Inspector Song?"
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