I Want to Cure Myself

Wen Xin, relieved that the child seemed to have no issues with his intelligence, placed the candy bean into his mouth.

After tasting the sweet and sour candy, the child's previously bewildered eyes brightened with a smile. With a soft and tender voice, he said, "Thank you, pretty sister!"

"You're welcome!" Wen Xin gently pinched the child's now rosy cheeks, smiling affectionately.

"The little one is doing well. The high fever didn't damage his brain. I was sure of it when I was inserting the needles. His limbs are fine too. If he doesn't get a fever tonight, he should be recovered."

The woman was amazed at Wen Xin, not expecting to encounter such a miraculous healer here, especially one so young, around twenty years old.

Hearing Wen Xin confirm her child was alright, the woman burst into tears, overwhelmed with emotion after having been so close to despair.