After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

As for Si Jiu, after Wen Baizhi left, he sat in the chair in a daze for a long time.

He still couldn't accept the fact that Wen Baizhi came and left so quickly.

It was clear that her warmth still remained in his palm.

But now he is the only one left here.

Losing something after having it is always the most unacceptable.

But he doesn't have so much time to waste.

The task assigned by Qi Yan'an has not been completed yet.

Si Jiu recovered from his grief, tore open the paper, and skillfully used blood to dip in ink to paint.

He originally thought that the pill he had taken earlier would help him hold on for a while longer.

At worst, the strength that Wen Baizhi gave him by holding him was enough to help him hold out for a while.

But he overestimated his own surviving and broken body.

The pain in his wrist was unbearable, and coupled with the excessive blood loss before, after cutting his wrist, only the wound was visible, but not even a trace of blood came out.

Excessive blood loss caused his entire body to feel weak and powerless.

The previous high fever has turned into a continuous low fever.

Si Jiu slapped his cheeks with all the strength he could muster at the moment, trying to make himself more awake.

But with little success.

His head felt dizzy and heavy, as if someone had stuffed water-soaked cotton balls into his brain, blocking it so much that he had to blink hard to barely see the scene in front of him.

Si Jiu knew that he couldn't stop, and he forced himself to pick up the pen again despite his blurred consciousness.

But after drawing the first stroke, he felt a stabbing pain in his temple.

The pain came so suddenly that Si Jiu let go of the pen in his hand in pain, leaving a black mark on the paper on the table.

Si Jiu clenched his fists and repeatedly hit his temples with his inner wrists, trying to relieve the intense pain.

But after trying many times, it still didn't work.

At this moment, Si Jiu felt as if someone was next to him, pricking his temple with a thick steel needle.

He cried out in pain.

"Uh uh..."

The pain afterwards was like a steel needle being inserted into my temple and then pulled out.

Then push it in.

This goes back and forth over and over again.

The more pain Si Jiu felt, the faster and harder the movement of his wrist hitting his temple became.

By the end of the beating, the redness and swelling on his wrist was worse than before.

But he still felt pain.

"Uh uh..."

When the pain reached a certain critical point, Si Jiu seemed to faint.

He lost all sense of the world.

The perception of pain is also lost.

He was like a remnant soul floating in the air, looking coldly at his own tattered body falling below.

If he fainted from the pain, it was God's favor to him.

But it was obvious that he had never been the favored kid.

It might just be the time it takes to faint for a cup of tea, or even shorter.

Si Jiu woke up in pain again.

But after waking up, the pain seemed to ease a little.

At least he didn't need to deliberately slow down his breathing now.

Because just now even breathing was painful.

But the good times didn't last long. Just when Si Jiu thought he could slowly get used to the remaining intensity of the pain.

He felt the familiar nausea rising in his throat again.

It must have been painful so he vomited.

He had encountered such things before.

Once the nausea comes, it is difficult to avoid it by willpower.

Fortunately, when Li Qing came to see him this morning, he brought in a clean toilet.

Si Jiu kept swallowing his saliva, trying to delay spitting it out.

His frail body meant he couldn't walk fast or steadily.

Finally, he knelt on the ground and moved towards the toilet with his hands and feet.

When he finally moved to the toilet, Si Jiu sat on the ground, held onto the outer wall of the toilet with both hands, straightened his body and vomited violently into it.

He vomited so much that his whole body was shaking and his stomach was twitching and spasming.

At this moment, his stomach was like a handkerchief held in someone's hand, being rubbed constantly as if squeezing out the water.

Si Jiu's face turned as pale as paper due to the pain.

His stomach twitched even more violently, and Si Jiu had to free up one hand to suppress this disobedient organ.

What he was thinking about at this moment was the hair that Wen Baizhi had combed for him.

If it weren't for her, his hair would definitely be hanging in front of him again, stained by all the filth.

His Bai Bai would always try her best to bring him self-esteem and cleanliness.

The stomach cramps and the severe vomiting also caused his intestines to cramp.

The sound of the rumbling intestines was so loud that even if Si Jiu had poor hearing, he could still hear it.

I'm going to have diarrhea.

I'm going to have diarrhea again.

But Si Jiu really didn't have even a little bit of strength to get up now, so he sat on the toilet.

But the feeling down there was getting stronger and stronger, almost to the point where it was unstoppable.

Si Jiu gritted his teeth and persisted, supporting himself on the ground with his weak hands. After trying several times, he finally sat himself on the toilet.

Once you sit on it, it feels like water flowing below.

Si Jiu bent his upper body, pressed his hands on his abdomen, and rested his cheek on his knees.

It still hurts.

He felt pain all over and wanted to scream and die right now.

But his face had just been kissed so gently by Wen Baizhi.

Wen Baizhi kissed all the scars on his body as if they were treasures.

He can't die yet.

At least I want to die in her arms.

That was the warmest and most missed place he had ever been.

He can't die here.

I can't die in such a smelly and dirty way.

But my stomach hurts, and my lower abdomen hurts too.

My head hurts too.

My hands hurt too.

Why does it hurt so much?

Si Jiu's patience completely disappeared after he kept pressing his abdomen but the pain didn't subside.

He straightened up suddenly, and as if to vent his anger, he punched himself in the abdomen again and again using the same method he had just used on his temple.

Even if you treat it well, it won't cherish it.

Then he might as well just throw away the jar.

People who suffer from illness for a long time will not be able to control their emotions and actions for a while.

He didn't want to either.

He also wants to live a good life, without pain, like a normal person.

But he didn't have that chance.

I had diarrhea for a long time.

Si Jiu sat for so long that his body became numb.

Perhaps because of the numbness, the severe pain in my stomach and intestines was slightly relieved.

Si Jiu cleaned himself up with great effort and sat back on the ground.

The pain was just relieved a little, not gone completely.

After Si Jiu fell to the ground, he turned sideways and hugged his knees.

He had just vomited violently and had diarrhea a lot. At this moment, his whole body was shaking and even his teeth were chattering.

cold.

He was in pain and cold at the moment.

The reason why he turned sideways was because he didn't want to lie down and mess up the hair that Wen Baizhi had combed for him.

My stomach seems to be still growling.

But he really didn't have the energy to care.

He was a little tired.

Maybe he could just curl up on the ground and take a nap.

At least in dreams, Bai Bai will be there and can hug him.