After transmigrating into the body of a widow, I became the richest man in the capital.

Chapter 478 Possessed by Evil
The woman gently stroked the boy's face, while the man listened to the doctor speak.

“I really don’t understand this. In all my years of practicing medicine, I have never seen anyone with this symptom. If you say it’s epilepsy, then why did I use acupuncture needles to treat epilepsy on him, but he didn’t react at all!”

It seemed the old doctor was at a loss. He stroked his goatee and shook his head in confusion, as if this had truly stumped him.

Su Xiaoxiao saw the shop owner rush over and grab the old doctor's collar, shaking him anxiously: "No, you're a famous doctor for miles around. If you say it's no good, who else are we supposed to go to?"

He seemed desperate, but it also seemed there was no one else he could turn to for help.

Someone suggested, "Why don't we invite a shaman over? I think this is possession; who knows what evil spirits are lurking in your shop!"

Upon hearing this, the shop owner angrily shouted at the man, "What are you saying? I've been doing business here for decades and have never heard of anything so outrageous."

"If you keep spouting nonsense, I'll beat you up!"

But even the most skilled doctors were helpless, unable to discern any clues. In those days, it would have been difficult to explain without attributing it to evil spirits.

Just as the two were in despair, they saw Su Xiaoxiao squeeze out of the crowd. The shop owner looked over and saw that she was a very thin girl with a relaxed expression.

"Hehe, I knew it! If you people can't see anything wrong, you just want to attribute it to superstition, right?"

Su Xiaoxiao appeared with an air of righteousness, which shocked everyone present.

"I said the young master is not possessed by an evil spirit, and I can cure his illness!"

The shop owner and his wife turned around and saw Su Xiaoxiao, and immediately felt very discouraged.

"Little girl, who are you? This isn't a place for you to cause trouble!"

The old doctor spoke first, looking at Su Xiaoxiao with utter contempt.

The village chief of Wangshui Village couldn't stand it any longer.

He stepped out from the crowd and said, “Let me tell you, this is our Dr. Su. She is not an ordinary doctor; she is a deity who descended to earth to bring blessings to us poor people. Please speak with some respect.”

Some people in the crowd knew the village chief and knew that he couldn't just say things casually, so no one came over to argue with him.

At this moment, the shop owner's wife touched her youngest son's nose and found that the child was no longer breathing.

Terrified, she immediately panicked and pleaded with Su Xiaoxiao, her face turning ashen, "Miss Su, please check on our son! He's not breathing at all!"

As the saying goes, when you're sick, you'll try anything. At this point, if I don't ask Su Xiaoxiao, there's no one else I can turn to for help.

The others wished they could stay a million miles away from them. "You can help my son, but if anything happens to him, our whole family will fight you to the death!"

Su Xiaoxiao just smiled and didn't say anything.

After touching the young master's neck, he nodded and realized that he hadn't brought a medicine box with him when he left. So he asked the shop owner for a sewing needle, the kind that was relatively thick.

Su Xiaoxiao heated the silver needles over a fire for a short time, mainly to disinfect them.

Then, without hesitation, she took the silver needle and inserted it into the young master's neck. Everyone around was shocked. "Is this saving someone or harming them?" they exclaimed, and they were also worried for the young master.

The owner of the shop next door wanted to rush over to stop him, thinking to himself, "Are you trying to save my son or kill him?"

Fortunately, the village chief of Wangshui Village stopped him, saying, "Don't rush, just observe slowly."

Su Xiaoxiao remained calm and composed, completely unaffected.

She remained confident, but people around her pointed and whispered, "Is this young woman any good?"

After the silver needles were inserted into the young master, he showed no reaction whatsoever, his eyes remaining tightly closed, appearing to be in considerable pain. Meanwhile, the shop owner and his wife looked terrified; the wife even rushed over and grabbed Su Xiaoxiao's arm, shaking it.

"Dr. Su, do you really have a way to cure my son? He's our only son! Otherwise, should I go find a witch doctor for you now?"

When Su Xiaoxiao heard her say that, she didn't dare to laugh. She thought to herself, "You're already at this age, and you still don't know how to be sensible. You're still thinking about going to see a wizard!"
However, Su Xiaoxiao also felt the helplessness of being doubted. She turned around expressionlessly and said, "Madam, since you have decided that I will treat the young master, you can't doubt me like this anymore. The principle of 'trusting those you employ and not employing those you doubt' is exactly like this. Besides, whether the witch can cure your son's illness is another matter."

"Alright then, I believe you!"

Su Xiaoxiao didn't say anything, but turned around and went back to the little boy's side to observe his expression.

"Cough cough cough..."

About ten minutes later, the young master suddenly coughed and gasped for breath.

Everyone exclaimed in surprise, "He, he seems to be awake."

Everyone stared at the young master in disbelief, while the shop owner and his wife quickly came over to surround the boy.

"My son, you're finally awake! You know, we were so worried!"

Su Xiaoxiao stretched out a hand and stopped them both.

"Don't come any closer, don't touch him!"

The two men dared not come any closer, so Su Xiaoxiao told them to fetch some water and give it to the young master.

After the little boy drank a few sips of water, his breathing became less loud. After observing him carefully, Su Xiaoxiao decided to remove the silver needles from his neck.

Su Xiaoxiao started pounding on the little boy's chest and back with her hands, "Whoosh!"

The little boy finally let out a long breath, and it seemed that he was slowly recovering. Su Xiaoxiao was finally relieved.

"Madam, look what this is?"

After the young master coughed violently, a small marble, the kind of small iron bead that children play with, spurted out of his throat.

It was this little thing that got stuck in the young master's throat, causing him to have difficulty breathing and almost die.

The little boy was perfectly healthy. After the marble was taken out, he immediately resumed normal breathing and asked, "Mommy, what happened to me?"