Tang Xiao'nan went into the room to check on Dollar. He was still listless and sick. Adrian Hawthorne went home and made another bowl of bone broth, feeding it to Dollar. At least it would keep him alive, tiding him over until they could take him to a doctor in the city tomorrow.
After drinking a bowl of bone broth, Dollar seemed to have a bit more energy. Tang Xiao'nan felt relieved. It looked like he would be fine for the night.
"Go to sleep. You'll be better tomorrow."
Tang Xiao'nan gently stroked Dollar's head. His once glossy and shiny coat had become dry and coarse, not at all smooth to the touch. His bright black eyes had also lost their luster. She hoped the hospital in the county seat could figure out what was wrong tomorrow.
