Inside the room.
Rong Zhi took Rong Fangjun's pulse, her face lowered with no expression, her eyes filled with a deep dark ink. She checked one hand then switched to the other.
Next to her, Song Cheng and Lu Zhao watched her eagerly, is there anything wrong? Please respond!
Lu Zhao wanted to speak, but just as he opened his mouth, the youth reached back, stunning him. However, Song Cheng immediately realized and handed the freshly printed medical report to the youth.
"Third Young Master, the medicine and incense are here, please have a look..."
Lu Zhao set the incense burner in front of her.
The room was filled with a strong fragrance, which upon close smell seemed to have a faint, elusive foul odor, very subtle, one had to get close to smell it clearly.
