After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

Wen Baizhi didn't say a word during the second half of the journey back home.

She knew Si Jiu was crying, and she also wanted to take care of his self-esteem.

So she just gently soothed him and waited for him to calm down.

The carriage stopped outside the Governor's Mansion.

Ping An came over to say hello.

Wen Baizhi rubbed Si Jiu's hair: "We are home, let's get off the car, do you still have the strength to walk? If not, I will ask Ping An to carry you."

Si Jiu had stopped crying a long time ago, but he was still hiding on her because he felt ashamed and refused to come out.

But he was still moved by the words "home" from Wen Baizhi's mouth.

For three years, he has been homeless.

But now she told herself to go home.

Being as proud as he is, he never allows others to see his vulnerability.

So he shook his head slightly on her lap, declining her proposal.

Wen Baizhi waited patiently for a while.

After a long time, Si Jiu slowly stood up, and just like every time he came back from being tortured, he straightened his appearance by himself, even smoothing out the wrinkles on the hem of his clothes.

Just as he was about to muster up the strength to get out of the car and walk back home as usual.

Wen Baizhi grabbed his sleeve.

"My legs are numb from sitting in the car just now. Could you please help me? Otherwise, I will fall down when I get off the car because of numb legs. It will be a joke."

She said playfully, with a gleam in her eyes.

Si Jiu knew that she was making excuses for her own unbearable situation.

He wanted to cry again.

But he still reached out and held Wen Baizhi's hand with a firm expression.

Wen Baizhi couldn't help but smile: "Then let's get off the car. If we delay any longer, Ping An might come up and catch us."

Although Si Jiu's legs were not injured, the injuries on his waist and back caused his whole body to spasm every time he took a step.

He walked very hard and very slowly.

Wen Baizhi did not urge him. After getting off the car, she kept pushing his shoulders hard, trying to make him walk more comfortably.

Just like that, I slowly moved to his room.

Rong Heng had been waiting in Si Jiu's room for a long time.

When he saw Si Jiu letting himself be helped in by a girl, he knew that this was a very important person to Si Jiu.

Si Jiu lay directly on the bed, and Wen Baizhi was able to wipe the sweat off her face.

She turned around and saw Rong Heng coming over with a medicine box, so she said, "Excuse me, Doctor Rong. Although he was in a lot of pain in the car when he came back, he was conscious the whole time. The injury should be on his waist."

Rong Heng's attitude towards Wen Baizhi is different now than before.

He said gently, "Madam, you have done a good job. Leave the rest to me."

Wen Baizhi looked at Si Jiu on the bed worriedly.

Rong Heng coughed lightly and reminded, "I need to clean the wound for Du Gong, please step aside for a moment, Madam."

Wen Baizhi then realized that Si Jiu was injured on the waist and would definitely lift up his clothes.

She groaned a few times, and before leaving, she reminded Si Jiu: "Tell Doctor Rong if it hurts, and don't bear it. I'll be out for a while, and I'll come in to accompany you after you've treated your wound."

Si Jiu didn't answer, but his face buried in the pillow was slowly turning red.

Rong Heng looked at the two of them mysteriously, and only after Wen Baizhi closed the door did he slowly lift up Si Jiu's clothes.

He used some strength and couldn't help but frowned and said, "This blood has solidified a little after being for too long, and it's stuck to this clothes. You might feel pain when I tear it off later."

Si Jiu said weakly: "Doctor Rong can do whatever he wants. I will endure it."

Rong Heng increased the strength of tearing the clothes: "I dare not do the same as before. Didn't you listen to what the little girl said to you when she went out just now? I think those words were said to me. She was accusing me of using too much force when I treated your wound before."

Si Jiu said with a smile: "She is just worried about me. Doctor Rong, please don't blame her."

As the last bit of clothing was torn off, Rong Heng breathed a sigh of relief.

"How could I blame her? On the contrary, I am very happy, happy for you."

Si Jiu understood what he meant by this.

That really hurt him. He snorted coldly and hid the tiny sound in the pillow.

Rong Heng took out a wet towel and used it to wipe the blood off the wound.

As he wiped the wound, he said, "I had almost fallen asleep when Ping An suddenly sent someone to call me to check on your injuries. I was surprised. In the past, you would wait until you couldn't hold on any longer before calling me over. But now you've already thought of calling me before we even got home. It's really not easy."

He changed to a new towel and continued to wipe: "That's not all. When I arrived at your room, even hot water was ready. I knew you wouldn't be so careful with yourself. After asking, I found out that it was your wife who sent someone to boil it and put it here for you."

After wiping off the blood, Rong Heng sprinkled medicine powder on his wound.

Si Jiu shuddered in pain.

"I didn't know you were so eloquent."

Rong Heng laughed secretly: "I used to want to say that you have to be able to listen."

The wounds caused by the powder were all in a state of skin and flesh being torn apart, and some of the wounds even had the white flesh inside revealed.

Rong Heng pulled out a strip of cloth and began to bandage him.

"When you found me before, you were either unconscious or looked hopeless and didn't say a word. When you were like that, I didn't dare to talk to you."

Si Jiu recalled that it seemed to be just as he said.

"Then why are you willing to talk to me so much tonight?"

Rong Heng bandaged the wound neatly: "That's because I saw a different you tonight."

Si Jiu: "A different me?"

Rong Heng: "To be precise, it's your different wife."

Si Jiu couldn't help but agree: "She is indeed different."

After the wound was treated, Rong Heng stood up and packed up the medicine box: "In the past, you never cared about your own body, and you didn't care about my treatment. Of course, your wife was not with you at that time. Now it's different. With your wife, whether it was the acupuncture last time or the bandage today, you cooperated very well."

Rong Heng said: "The most important thing is that you make me feel more and more humane."

Si Jiu supported himself on the bed and tried to get up, but Rong Heng hurriedly stopped him.

"Hey, don't move. I just bandaged your wound."

Si Jiu smiled and said, "I know your medical skills, and the medicine you use is even more magical. Didn't the scars left by the previous injuries on my back all disappear with your medicine?"

Rong Heng snorted in dissatisfaction: "What are you talking about? Your physique is special and it is most likely to leave scars. If the emperor hadn't insisted that you remove the scars, I wouldn't have risked letting you use those harsh drugs. You don't know that every time you remove the scars, it looks like you have lost half your life."

Si Jiu said helplessly: "Yes, you said it all, it's all because of the emperor, my injury is because of him, but he didn't allow me to leave any evidence, so according to his previous character, his people will be here soon, in order to show his imperial grace, he will definitely send people to deliver medicine and greetings, so I have to get up and be ready to welcome them."

He said something lightly that made Rong Heng furious.

"It's not the first time. I'm used to it. Are you not used to it?"

Rong Heng angrily swung his sleeves and said, "Whatever you want, whatever you want. If your wound bleeds again, don't come to me!"

Sure enough, after saying this, Ping An went outside to report that someone from the palace had arrived.