After checking the pulse, Lin Wanwan said to Hong Yan, "Light a few more lamps."
"Sure!"
While Hong Yan went to fetch the lamps, Lin Wanwan took a modern set of needles from her medical kit, sat on a stone bench, took the child from her fourth aunt's arms, placed him on her knees, and began acupuncture to induce vomiting.
If it were modern times, gastric lavage would be the first choice for poisoning, but the Great Tang doesn't have that option.
After the acupuncture, the fourth aunt's little grandson vomited even more, scaring the former so much that she clutched Lin Wanwan's arm, her nails digging into her flesh, repeatedly asking, "Wan Niang, Wan Niang, will Da Lang be okay? It's my fault, it's my fault, those ducks were cursed, why did I greedily pick them up for Da Lang to eat!"
Lin Wanwan knew she was anxious and calmly reassured, "It's okay, fourth aunt, don't worry, let me save him first, Da Lang will be fine, the poison isn't that serious."
