Song Baoxuan and Li Dahua went over to find Song Rongchang early in the morning, and when Song Baoxuan saw Song Rongrong's current appearance, she was instantly stunned.

Li Dahua was also stunned, the current Song Rongrong seemed to be twenty years old, and the whole person looked like he was lifeless.

Her face was pale and sallow, her lips were bloodless, and even her hair had become dry.

It hasn't been long since Song Baoxuan and the others last saw Song Rongrong, and Song Rongrong's current physical condition is much worse than before, and he is even running out of oil.

She kept coughing, Song Baoxuan quickly took out a bottle of medicine, poured out three pills directly, and then fed it to Song Rongrong's mouth.

Song Rongrong glanced at Song Baoxuan, wanting to say something, but he didn't have the strength to speak.

Song Baoxuan said to Song Rongrong.

"Auntie, don't speak, hurry up and take the medicine."

The medicine that Song Baoxuan gave last time had no effect on Song Rongrong, and this was Song Baoxuan's new medicine.

Li Dahua covered her mouth and looked at Song Rongchang and asked.

"Why did Rong Rong become like this?"

Song Rongchang sighed deeply, he saw Song Rongrong become like this with his own eyes, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Song Rongchang hasn't rested well these days, the state of the whole person is so bad that he hasn't shaved his beard.

He said with his head down.

"I don't know what's going on, I also took the medicine prescribed by the doctor, but Rongrong's health has been getting worse, so I quickly took her to the capital to have a look."

"I heard that the doctor in the capital is the most powerful, and he should be able to cure Rongrong's disease."

Song Rongchang and the others took Song Rongrong to see a doctor before, but they didn't find anything, but they prescribed a lot of medicines.

After Song Rongrong took Song Baoxuan's medicine, she immediately said, she woke up after a nap these days, and she was woken up by her own cough.

Song Baoxuan carefully checked Song Rongrong's pulse again, but still didn't see anything.

Song Rongchang asked.

"Girl, do you see what's wrong with your aunt?"

"Dad, go get a bowl and I'll get something."

"Eh, okay."

Song Baoxuan went to the bag and took out a delicate and sharp knife, and took out a few small bottles, and she carefully detoxified the knife in her hand.

There was no syringe, so I could only use a knife to put some of Song Rongrong's blood out.

It seems that you will have to store some syringes in the space in the future, otherwise you won't have them when you need them.

Song Baoxuan said to her uncle Wu Qingjie.

"Uncle, I'm going to get some of my aunt's blood checked."

Wu Qingjie asked worriedly.

"Bao Xuan, do you have to take blood?"

"Well, you have to get blood, or I'm not entirely sure."

Wu Qingjie thought for a while, looked at Song Rongrong who was lying on the bed, and said with a decadent face.

"Okay, be careful, your aunt is quite afraid of pain."

Wu Qingjie has spent a lot of money to see Song Rongrong, and he is not very wealthy, this time he came to the capital is the last hope, and he used Song Rongchang's money.

This time it was really a desperate gamble, if the capital couldn't check it out, Song Rongrong could only wait for death.

As for Song Baoxuan's statement that he would use blood to check, Wu Qingjie didn't report much hope, Song Baoxuan didn't see anything last time, and he probably couldn't see it this time.

And many hospitals took Song Rongrong's blood for examination, which was useless.

Now Wu Qingjie can only be a dead horse doctor, and he very much hopes that Song Baoxuan can find out something, so that they don't even know what illness Song Rongrong has.

Song Rongchang didn't find the bowl, so he brought a cup over.

"Girl, I didn't find the bowl, is the cup okay?"

"Yes, Dad, you can help me hold the cup, and I will put some of my aunt's blood out."

Song Rongchang held the cup in his hand and put it under Song Rongrong's arm, Song Baoxuan gently cut Song Rongrong's arm with a knife, and blood flowed down Song Rongrong's arm in an instant.

Even if there was a cut on his arm, Song Rongrong's eyes were still closed, and there was no sign of waking up at all.

Because Song Baoxuan's medicine contains calming ingredients, and Song Rongrong hasn't slept well these days, she has no reaction at all now.

Song Baoxuan saw that Song Rongrong's blood was filled with a quarter of the cup, so she sprinkled Song Rongrong's wound with a medicine powder to stop bleeding, and then bandaged it with gauze.

This cup is not a lot, and a quarter is not much.