After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

After watching Si Jiu eat two spoonfuls of porridge in a row, Wen Baizhi couldn't help but praise him: "Baby Zijin is great, he is eating well."

But just as she was about to scoop the third spoonful, Si Jiu reached out and held her hand.

"Bai Bai, don't, don't do it yet."

Wen Baizhi saw that he looked very bad and his brows were furrowed, as if what he had just eaten was not porridge but poison.

"Zijin, you don't look well." She put the bowl of porridge back on the table, determined to check Si Jiu's true condition.

At this moment, Si Jiu just felt like there was a stone blocking his stomach. He wasn't at the point of vomiting yet, but he felt very uncomfortable, with a bloated and painful stomach.

He naturally knew that Wen Baizhi could not hide all his discomforts.

So he took Wen Baizhi's hand and placed it on his abdomen, which had become cold and hard without him knowing when.

"Bai Bai, my stomach hurts so much, please rub it for me."

Wen Baizhi leaned forward and felt something cold on her palm.

"It does feel bad to the touch. It's a pity that the glass bottle I made for you was accidentally broken, and the craftsmen all went home to farm because of the previous snowstorm. Otherwise, you would have something to keep you warm now."

As Si Jiu listened to her nagging concern, he felt a warm current rising around his body.

"It's okay, I have you and that's all I need."

The warmth that Wen Baizhi brought him was incomparable to anything else.

Wen Baizhi kept rubbing his belly with her hands.

According to past experience, the pain in Si Jiu would subside in a short while after she pressed him like this.

But it doesn't work now.

Perhaps it was because the two mouthfuls of porridge just now aroused the fear in Si Jiu's heart, so he felt uncomfortable in his stomach at the moment.

The most important thing is that he feels more like vomiting now than before.

The kind that I can hardly hold back.

Wen Baizhi didn't know that she was still concentrating on the actions of her hands.

Suddenly, Si Jiu pushed her arm away, supported himself on the table and tried to stand up.

He's going to throw up.

But there is no spittoon here.

The spittoon was still by the bed.

He had to get there as soon as possible.

Wen Baizhi noticed something was wrong with him, and also saw that his arms were so weak that they kept shaking.

"Zijin? What are you looking for?"

Si Jiu's facial features seemed to be squeezed together. He couldn't speak. If he opened his mouth now, he would definitely vomit immediately.

"Zijin?" Wen Baizhi asked again.

Si Jiu stopped holding the table and grabbed Wen Baizhi's arm.

He wanted to get up.

Wen Baizhi saw it.

It seemed that what he was grabbing was not Wen Baizhi's arm. Judging from his expression, it was as if he was grabbing the last piece of driftwood he could find.

"You want to get up?"

Si Jiu nodded with a painful look on his face.

Wen Baizhi continued to ask: "Where are you going? I'll take you there."

But after Wen Baizhi asked this question, she felt that Si Jiu's expression was very familiar.

This is clearly the expression he always has before he is about to vomit.

She had seen it many times.

The reason why she couldn't tell it right away was because Si Jiu was facing her with his side face.

"Zi Jin, you want to vomit, right? You want to find something to vomit, right?" Wen Baizhi became more and more certain as she spoke.

Si Jiu sat back in the chair exhausted.

Wen Baizhi understood his look and brought the spittoon as quickly as possible.

When the spittoon arrived, Si Jiu bent over and vomited into the spittoon.

Wen Baizhi patted his back and poured him some water, waiting to give it to him to rinse his mouth later.

Si Jiu vomited for a long time, and like every time before, he was covered in cold sweat. After vomiting, he completely collapsed in the chair.

Wen Baizhi leaned over and stroked his chest, then wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief.

Ever since Si Jiu fell ill, Wen Baizhi developed the habit of taking a look at Si Jiu's vomit every time.

She didn't feel sick or anything.

After all, when she was fighting as Wen Bai before, the disgusting scenes she saw on the battlefield were even worse than now.

The vomit was nothing to her.

Besides, Rong Heng also told her that Si Jiu's vomit could also reflect his current physical condition, and even the reason for his vomiting could be found in the vomit.

She took a look and found that what Si Jiu vomited out was the white porridge he had just eaten.

White porridge?

Si Jiu had stomachaches when eating before, but after she helped to rub the stomach, it was no longer serious, and at least he didn’t vomit.

But what is the reason this time?

Thinking about how Si Jiu had tried to refuse her feeding several times not long ago, and the painful expression on his face at that time.

A possibility appeared in Wen Baizhi's mind.

"Zijin, is it because you ate the porridge that you feel nauseous, have stomachache and want to vomit?"

Wen Baizhi is the kind of person who will ask questions directly when she has any.

Of course, it also depends on different people and things.

At least in front of Si Jiu, Wen Baizhi was always so straightforward.

The main reason is that Si Jiu is different from others.

If many things are not explained to him directly, or even if you tell him many times and emphasize them to him over and over again, he will get stuck in a rut, make things difficult for himself, and make himself feel more and more uncomfortable the more he thinks about it.

The most important thing is that at the beginning Si Jiu would not express his feelings at all.

So after this, Wen Baizhi developed the habit of talking to him directly about anything she wanted to say.

Si Jiu naturally enjoyed this way of getting along with others.

Including this moment, when Wen Baizhi asked directly.

Si Jiu knew that he couldn't hide it from Wen Baizhi. Even if he didn't tell her, Wen Baizhi would ask Rong Heng.

And Rong Heng will tell her.

It would be better for him to say it.

He had just vomited, so his voice was a little hoarse: "Yes, Baibai, I don't want to lie to you, I think I am a little anorexic."

"Anorexia?" Wen Baizhi repeated the word.

Yes, if Si Jiu were in modern times, he would suffer from severe depression.

There are many manifestations and disadvantages of depression in people.

Anorexia, somatization, paranoia, etc.

Si Jiu turned his head towards her: "Yes, I found that I can't seem to eat much now. Not only can I not eat, but I will feel like vomiting when I smell something. I, I have had this situation before. I will be fine. Give me some time, Bai Bai, I will definitely get better."

Abandoned children will live under that shadow for the rest of their lives.

The same goes for Si Jiu.

He will always worry that Wen Baizhi will leave him throughout his life.

So he could only use the most primitive method to prove his usefulness to Wen Baizhi so that she would not leave him.

How could Wen Baizhi not hear the fragility and despair in his words at this moment?

She sighed, stood up again, and hugged his head.

"Silly boy," she said, "I will always be by your side no matter how well you are. It's just anorexia, it's not a big deal. I will help you get better. If you really can't eat, just don't eat. Then ask Rong Heng to make you some tonic pills. As long as you take them, you can stay alive, isn't that enough?"

In Wen Baizhi's mind, as long as there is a solution, it is not a problem.

Even if there is no solution, a problem that can be accepted at the lowest possible cost is not a problem.

Si Jiu buried his head in her arms and sobbed.

His Baibai is always so good, so good.