After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

Just as Wen Baizhi thought, after she described what was in her mind to Si Jiu, he said that he could give it a try to see if he could draw it.

As time was urgent, Si Jiu directly asked Rong Heng to get pen, ink and paper from his room.

Wen Baizhi helped him fix the paper on the wall, and in such a simple environment, he actually painted the scenes in Wen Baizhi's mind one by one.

Ping An was called over immediately afterwards, Rong Heng told him the possible location, and Wen Baizhi gave him the pattern.

Ping An was placed with high hopes, and he took a few people out to search.

After all this, Si Jiu could hardly hold on any longer.

Wen Baizhi noticed his current weakness, so she said goodbye to Rong Heng and said, "I'll trouble you with the rest. Si Jiu and I will go back to rest first."

Rong Heng has been in charge of Si Jiu's health, so he naturally noticed that he was unhappy now.

"His back injury must have recurred. He still can't stand or sit for long periods of time. If necessary, give him more massages to relieve the pain."

Feeling uneasy, he added: "If it's really serious, come to me immediately."

After Wen Baizhi agreed to everything, she helped Si Jiu leave.

After returning to her room, Wen Baizhi performed various checks on Si Jiu.

After checking and finding that it was just some discomfort in the waist, Wen Baizhi felt relieved.

"I don't know if Ping An can find that thing," she sighed, "and I don't know if Xiao Bao can survive this disaster."

Besides Xiaobao, Si Jiu was also thinking about the other infected people in the village.

Xiaobao's condition was so serious even under Rong Heng's careful care, so what about those people?

There must be interactions between people. What if the people in that village infect other people?

He didn't even dare to think about the worst-case scenario.

Wen Baizhi came to his side and raised her hand to rub his temple.

"Okay, don't think too much. Didn't you say that as long as we try our best, we just need to do what we can."

Si Jiu closed his eyes under her comfortable strength.

After a long while, he said, "I was just thinking, Xiaobao is in such a serious condition, what about the other people in the village?"

When Wen Baizhi heard what he said, she naturally thought of other things.

Including the worst possible outcome.

She considered and said, "So, Zijin, I am increasingly feeling that the poor harvest in Jinzhou and the riots among the people may be related to smallpox."

Si Jiu did not open his eyes: "Maybe, but we are also at risk of infection now, so it is not good to go out directly."

If possible, Si Jiu hopes that he will be the last person to be infected.

Wen Baizhi is actually not good at thinking about these messy things.

She has always lived a free and easy life and is rarely involved in such things.

Now that she is with Si Jiu, although it is inevitable, she is willing to do so.

Seeing Si Jiu looking drowsy, Wen Baizhi shut up and stopped talking.

Si Jiu was indeed gradually falling asleep under her gentle comfort, and his head began to fall to the side uncontrollably.

When it was about to hit his shoulder, Wen Baizhi held his head.

Si Jiu woke up with a start, and all his previous sleepiness disappeared.

Wen Baizhi's hand was still on his ear: "You must be sleepy, let's settle down early."

Si Jiu's ears turned red under her hands.

"Okay, you should go to bed early too."

Wen Baizhi went to sleep with him.

For some reason, Si Jiu felt a slight headache, just like what he always experienced before having a fever.

But he didn't care and fell asleep next to Wen Baizhi.

In the middle of the night, Wen Baizhi was awakened by a series of noises.

I seemed to hear someone's heavy breathing.

But only Si Jiu was sleeping next to her.

Therefore, only Si Jiu could make such a noise.

She woke up suddenly. Because Si Jiu was afraid of the dark, he naturally lit a lamp next to the bed.

With the help of the light, Wen Baizhi could clearly see Si Jiu's current appearance.

He didn't know when sweat broke out on his face and body.

His black hair was messy around his face.

He bit his lip and fell asleep on his side, with his fists pressed against his mouth, his legs curled up and his knees pressed against his upper body.

He looked extremely uncomfortable.

Wen Baizhi tried to turn him over: "Zijin, Zijin, what's wrong with you?"

Si Jiu was still awake. When he heard Wen Baizhi calling him, he struggled to open his eyes.

Si Jiu had his back to Wen Baizhi, so Wen Baizhi didn't see the scarlet bloodshot in his eyes at first.

Si Jiu said in a low voice: "Sorry, did I wake you up?"

Si Jiu originally fell asleep with a headache, and around midnight his headache became splitting.

He was awakened by the pain and his body was burning.

Just at this moment, his stomach started to hurt.

Originally, he could still endure this wave of pain and tried hard not to wake up the sleeping Wen Baizhi.

But after a while, I couldn't bear it anymore.

Still it caused some movement.

He turned around with his back to Wen Baizhi and moved to the corner of the bed.

Then he bit his lips, afraid that he would make even the slightest sound.

But Wen Baizhi still discovered it.

Seeing that he still didn't turn around, Wen Baizhi became very worried about him, so she got out of bed barefoot.

She was eager to know his current situation.

Si Jiu saw Wen Baizhi squatting in front of him and was anxious to get up.

But he was knocked down by waves of pain.

When Wen Baizhi faced him, she saw how miserable he looked.

She touched his cheek nervously: "Zijin."

When she touched it, she realized how hot his face was.

She touched his forehead again, and it was even hotter.

"You have a high fever, Zijin." Having a fever at this critical moment is not a good thing, it can even be said to be very dangerous.

Si Jiu felt very comfortable when her hand touched his cheek, and he rubbed her palm contentedly like a kitten.

"I just felt a headache, but I didn't know I had a high fever." Si Jiu still had difficulty speaking, and he had to stop to catch his breath after saying each sentence.

What Wen Baizhi wants to confirm now is whether Si Jiu is infected with smallpox.

She first turned Si Jiu's hands over and checked them front and back, and found no red bumps.

He leaned closer and looked at Si Jiu's face and neck, but still nothing.

Now only his body needed to be examined again.

She said, "Zijin, you know that having a high fever at this time is very dangerous. It is possible that you have been infected with smallpox, so we need to check it out."

He knew it all when she examined him just now.

But Si Jiu knew that he was still unable to show his full self in front of Wen Baizhi.

That was an embarrassment that he would never be able to overcome in his life.

He propped himself up and tried to get up.

Wen Baizhi knew his temper, so she bent down and helped him sit against the head of the bed.

Si Jiu's expression was indescribable: "Bai Zhi, can you please go out and wait for me first."

Wen Baizhi knew that he was going to check it himself, so she reminded him gently, "Then I'll wait for you outside. Check it carefully, especially the inner thigh."

That was Si Jiu's most sensitive spot, and he nodded with a red face.

Wen Baizhi then retreated.

Si Jiu took off his clothes.

In the candlelight, he looked as thin and fragile as a skeleton with his clothes off.

With such a body, Wen Baizhi would have to face him all the time.

He didn't dare to delay and checked himself carefully.

His eyes moved to the inner thigh, the place Wen Baizhi specifically reminded him of.

A few red bumps suddenly appeared on his body without him knowing when.