After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

Wen Baizhi still remembers the scene of that day after a long time.

Si Jiu didn't even sit in the wheelchair, but directly supported himself and stood at the front of the team.

He waved a banner with "Dacheng" written on it.

The rest of the people who were busy with various things put down their work at the same time when they saw Si Jiu coming out with the flag.

Everyone's eyes were on him.

But Si Jiu did not shout anything in front of them like the others did.

His throat was already damaged by last night's severe vomiting.

Don’t expect someone who can’t even speak to shout loudly.

He simply used his weakest body to silently put the flag that was blown down by the wind back into its proper track.

It was just such a simple action, but it turned into the most inspiring excitement in everyone's eyes.

Perhaps it was because Si Jiu had left everyone with the impression of a gloomy and weak eunuch.

But after such a simple action, everyone's opinion of him will slowly begin to change.

Human prejudices are like mountains; they can only be removed with effort.

Si Jiu is slowly trying to achieve this with his efforts.

Soon Si Jiu couldn't stand outside anymore, and Wen Baizhi quickly helped him back to the carriage.

Ping An had just witnessed what Si Jiu had done. Seeing him sit back down, he shouted to the team to continue.

In the carriage, Wen Baizhi squatted in front of Si Jiu and nervously wanted to see his legs.

Si Jiu did not reject her action: "It's okay, I just stood there for a while, it won't have any impact."

Except for some pain.

Wen Baizhi raised her head and rolled her eyes at him: "You clearly know that your leg has just been treated so badly, but you still don't know how to protect yourself. You insist on doing this. What if the flag is not hung? What if it is hung?"

Although Wen Baizhi complained, she also knew in her heart the significance of Si Jiu hanging the flag just now.

His self-esteem, which had been trampled into the dirt by Qi Yan'an, was now being picked up piece by piece by himself.

She was very happy to see Si Jiu like this, so she didn't pull him back directly just now.

Si Jiu knew that Wen Baizhi was just saying this out of anger: "Good Baibai, my legs do hurt after standing for a while. Could you please help me apply some ointment? It's time to change the dressing."

Si Jiu had always been successful in using his own physical condition to divert Wen Baizhi's attention.

As expected, Wen Baizhi stopped squatting and stopped looking at him.

She found the ointment left by Rong Heng, asked Si Jiu to lie down on the couch, and went to the end of the couch to change the ointment for him.

It has to be said that the method of scraping off the rotten flesh proposed by Rong Heng was indeed a risky move but it was indeed effective.

The wound that Si Jiu had suffered from not healing before was now slowly starting to scab over.

It really proves the saying that if you want to get better quickly, you have to shed a layer of skin.

Wen Baizhi dipped her fingers in the ointment and gently rubbed it on his wound.

Blow air upwards while wiping.

She couldn't help but think of the time when she first met Si Jiu, when she helped him apply medicine in the same way.

"I still remember that time when you insisted on keeping the bottle of ointment I gave you. There were many wounds that the ointment couldn't heal, but you still insisted on using it. Rong Heng was speechless when he saw it."

The truth that Si Jiu couldn't express at that time and the love hidden in his heart can now be expressed.

"Because that's the ointment you gave me," Si Jiu lay on the couch, his arms parallel to each other, his chin resting on his hands. "Even if it's not the right medicine for my condition, after I used the ointment you gave me, I felt warm in my heart, and that's enough."

Si Jiu had not received much kindness before, but he wanted to keep even a little bit of sweetness in his heart.

Wen Baizhi paused for a moment and then continued.

"It's okay now, Zijin. From my point of view, I definitely hope that you don't get sick and stay healthy, but if you are really sick, don't be afraid. I can help you find any medicine and treat any injury. You don't have to just stick to one ointment anymore. Otherwise, if it gets out, people will think Rong Heng is so lame that he can only make one kind of medicine."

Rong Heng in the team behind sneezed again.

"Okay." Si Jiu turned to look at her.

The team started moving again, indicating that they were getting closer and closer to Chidu.

Wen Baizhi hasn't told Si Jiu yet that she wants to leave first.

She just didn't know how to tell Si Jiu, and Si Jiu was indeed very ill these days, and she didn't want to tell him now and disturb his rest.

Si Jiu's body temperature was normal during the day, and he seldom vomited.

He could also eat a few mouthfuls of the porridge that Wen Baizhi fed him.

As soon as night fell, his body temperature would rise like a rocket, becoming so hot that it would be hot to the touch.

Tonight's fever not only caused stomachache, but also caused Si Jiu's injured leg to begin to hurt unbearably.

Wen Baizhi looked at Rong Heng and said, "I don't think it's a good idea for him to do this. Is there no other way? What if he keeps having fever and his brain is damaged?"

Rong Heng had no other options. He put down the wrist that was feeling Si Jiu's pulse and said, "It's really not a good idea to keep his fever this high. If nothing works, we can only give him acupuncture and then give him some fever-reducing medicine. Although both methods will stimulate his stomach, we still have to get through this difficult time."

"it is good."

There is no other way now, Wen Baizhi can only choose this method.

When Rong Heng came to give acupuncture, Fifteen also came with him.

In the eyes of outsiders, he is now Rong Heng's little apprentice, so he can naturally follow his master out.

He was standing behind Rong Heng, and he knew what Rong Heng needed without Rong Heng saying anything.

Therefore, Rong Heng finished the acupuncture very quickly this time.

Si Jiu sat on the couch, leaning on Wen Baizhi's shoulder, still conscious.

After Rong Heng pulled out all the silver needles, Si Jiu broke out in a sweat.

We are still staying in the wild forest tonight. The temperature in the forest at night is much lower than during the day.

Wen Baizhi was worried that Si Jiu would sweat and be blown by the wind, and then catch a cold.

She then covered the remaining gap in the carriage window with a small strip of cloth.

This way the wind won't get in through there anymore.

The nights in the wild are always exceptionally quiet.

But apparently someone doesn't want them to stay quiet.

The first person to notice that something was wrong outside was Fifteen, who was following Rong Heng in boiling medicine outside Si Jiu's carriage.

His hearing is better than most people.

No slightest sound could escape his ears.

He stood up first.

"dangerous."

Rong Heng was still fanning the medicine in front of him: "What?"

Fifteen didn't have time to explain and quickly pulled Rong Heng up like a chicken.

"Hey, hey, my medicine."

Fifteen didn't care about anything else. He grabbed Rong Heng and threw him into Si Jiu's car.

In the carriage, Wen Baizhi was kissing Si Jiu.

Rong Heng came in: “?”