After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

Because Si Jiu was lying down, he deliberately turned his head to the other side where Wen Baizhi couldn't see him.

He could endure all the pain.

But he couldn't bear to see the pain in Wen Baizhi's eyes.

That would make him feel useless.

Even though he was useless.

Ma Fei San could only alleviate part of the pain. When the knife pierced into his skin and then dug from the inside out, he could clearly feel every inch of force and pain.

As expected, Si Jiu broke out in a sweat due to the pain.

His hands were placed on both sides of his head and clenched into fists, which looked like they were about to turn red and swell.

Wen Baizhi also did the same.

Her nails dug into the palm of her hand, but she didn't feel any pain.

She only looked at Si Jiu's wound.

She wanted to see with her own eyes the injuries Si Jiu suffered, and one day, she would definitely seek revenge on Qi Yan'an.

Because of her father's instructions, she let Qi Yan'an go three years ago.

But now the only person she cares about is Si Jiu, and she will not let Qi Yanan go easily.

If she could return to Kyoto, she would definitely point her sword at Qi Yan'an and avenge him for all the old and new grudges.

Rong Heng acted quickly and steadily, and within a short while, he had dug out all the festering parts of Si Jiu's wound.

Si Jiu was sweating profusely from the pain.

Wen Baizhi was no longer standing behind. She was already sitting next to Si Jiu's head, constantly wiping his sweat with a handkerchief and stuffing a handkerchief into Si Jiu's mouth.

"Bite this Zijin, and stop biting the meat in your mouth."

She knew Si Jiu very well. He was good at enduring, but he obviously had more ways to divert his attention.

Si Jiu hardly uttered a cry of pain during the entire process.

Maybe this was due to the fact that he often asked Rong Heng to help him remove scars.

But when the powder was sprinkled at the end, Si Jiu couldn't help but scream out.

But he was like a weak kitten, and even the sound he made was very small.

It's so small that you can't hear it unless you listen carefully.

But Wen Baizhi heard it.

She moved Si Jiu's head to her lap distressedly: "Zi Jin, it's almost healed, just hold on a little longer."

But when she finished saying this, she remembered that she seemed to have said such words countless times in front of Si Jiu.

Every time I tell him that he will be well soon and to hold on a little longer.

But Si Jiu still has to endure the same pain every time.

Almost endless pain gathered on Si Jiu.

If she were Si Jiu, she probably wouldn't be able to hold on.

She never believed in the idea of ​​enduring hardship.

In her opinion, if you can endure hardship, you will always endure hardship.

But Si Jiu used his increasingly frail body to persevere time and time again, without saying a word.

Wen Baizhi sniffed, trying to hold back the tears that were welling up in her eyes.

She couldn't cry now, otherwise it would distract Si Jiu.

The last step is bandaging.

Before bandaging, Rong Heng said, "The area that has been dug out this time is quite large, so the bandage is also quite large. I will bandage it tighter, and it may be a little uncomfortable, but bear with it for three days. I will bandage it looser when I change the bandage after three days."

Si Jiu was already too weak to speak at this time, and it was Wen Baizhi who asked Rong Heng to continue bandaging.

We have come this far, so this doesn’t matter anymore.

Rong Heng explained as he tied the wound: "I only scraped off the surface layer. Fortunately, the inside was not damaged, so it can be preserved. But even so, you still have to be careful in the future, especially when you change the dressing next time, which is three days later. You must not use force on this leg in the next few days, and give it some time to grow new flesh."

Si Jiu and Wen Baizhi both knew these medical instructions.

Finally, the bandage was done.

Rong Heng straightened up as if relieved. "Okay, you'd better sleep on your stomach for the next few days. Don't press on the injured area. Also, you have to be prepared to have a fever for the next few days. The backlash of the Shengji Pill has not disappeared yet. You need to pay attention to these things."

Having said this, Rong Heng couldn't continue.

Si Jiu is almost full of problems now.

He just said that there was no good place on Fifteen, and the same was true for Si Jiu.

Even his physical condition is not as good as that of a fifteen-year-old.

"Forget it. I'll prescribe some more medicine for you to take later. Anyway, this step is over."

Rong Heng himself did not realize that he was actually going further and further against what his master had taught him in the beginning, that he must never develop feelings for his patients other than those for the purpose of curing their illnesses.

No emotions can arise.

Once the doctor's emotions are controlled by the patient's condition, it will not be good for both of them.

But people’s hearts are made of flesh, so it is normal to develop feelings.

When Rong Heng left, he said, "I'll ask Ping An to bring the medicine over in an hour."

After saying that, he left to boil the medicine.

Si Jiu was lying weakly on Wen Baizhi's legs at this moment, unable to even speak.

Wen Baizhi didn't speak either.

Because she knew that whatever she said now would be false.

She couldn't bring herself to say something so false as "everything is fine."

She would rather just stay with Si Jiu quietly like this, so that he can lean on her and rely on her without any worries.

The two of them maintained a tacit understanding, silently allowing Si Jiu to slowly recover from the previous severe pain.

As for Si Jiu, as long as Wen Baizhi was by his side, it was enough.

Then he will feel that all weaknesses can be shown without worry.

In this way, the two of them spent some time quietly.

Until Ping An knocked on the door outside: "Master Du, Madam, the medicine that Doctor Rong ordered has been delivered."

Wen Baizhi first touched Si Jiu's head and said, "Zijin, Ping An has brought the medicine. Can I call him in?"

She was asking for his permission.

After all, Si Jiu is a leader after all, and he should give due face in front of his subordinates.

Sijiu touched her hand and shook her fingers.

Wen Baizhi knew that this meant that he agreed to let Ping An come in.

"Come in." She said towards the door.

Ping An then pushed the door open.

Wen Baizhi said: "Please bring a stool over and put the medicine on it."

Ping An did everything he was told: "Is there anything else I need to do, Madam?"

Wen Baizhi said: "Not for now, sorry to bother you, go and have a rest first, it's getting late, we have to set off again tomorrow."

Ping An bowed and left.

Wen Baizhi looked at the dark medicine in the bowl. Just smelling the medicine made her feel it was bitter.

Fortunately, Si Jiu has no sense of taste, otherwise, with his weak body, after taking so many bitter medicines, even a person with a good sense of taste would have his taste turned into bad taste.

"Zijin, can we wait until the medicine cools down a little before taking it?" She asked like she was coaxing a child.

Si Jiu is actually the person who is least afraid of taking medicine, but now he becomes inexplicably pretentious.