She had drawn all the poisonous blood into one place, and had released it. After the blood had been released, Chengcheng's complexion clearly improved dramatically, but he remained unconscious.
Tang Yuxin picked up the bowl, and the few drops of poisonous blood inside gave off a pungent odor.
"Yuxin, how is Chengcheng?"
Tang Zhinian asked cautiously, fearful of once again hearing that his grandson might not make it, or could end up vegetative. No matter what, they could not accept either outcome.
"I will find a way to save him," Tang Yuxin put down the bowl, then covered Chengcheng with a blanket. She then stepped outside, looking visibly drained.
That night, she did not sleep, but instead leafed through the limited number of medical books left to her by Chen Zhong. It was only on the following day that she found the children who had been with Chengcheng at the time of the snake bite; she wanted to know exactly what kind of snake it had been.
