After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

Since he entered the room, Si Jiu had been silently observing Wen Baizhi's expression, worried that something was wrong with her because he still couldn't let it go.

So he saw the expression on Wen Baizhi's face clearly.

Under such a look, he felt at a loss, and put his hands on both sides, not knowing what to do.

Just when he was at a loss, Wen Baizhi came over and pulled his sleeve.

"Why are you standing there like an idiot? This is your tent. Come and sit down. I wonder if you are tired from standing here."

Si Jiu followed her woodenly to the couch.

He looked down and saw traces of him even on the place where he had slept not long ago.

The color of his face changed again and again.

So did Wen Baizhi know that I slept next to her so abruptly in the afternoon?

Will she be angry?

Will I just ignore him in the future?

Will I no longer be able to patiently coax him and take care of him when he is sick or injured like before?

He didn't dare to think of any possibility.

Wen Baizhi saw him standing there in a daze, so she turned to look at him and discovered that his face looked even worse than before.

"What's wrong? Why does he look even worse?" She pushed Si Jiu to sit down beside the bed. "Doctor Rong, please come and take a look at him. He doesn't look well."

Rong Heng came over carrying a medicine box. Not only did Si Jiu look bad, but his body was also shaking slightly.

Wen Baizhi pursed her lips and touched his face, and it was indeed cold.

She wrapped his hands in her own: "Your hands are so cold, I'll ask Cuizhi to pour you some hot water to warm them up later."

Si Jiu's hand was held by her, and the warmth from it slowly found a gap in his stiff body, trying to warm his entire body.

Rong Heng also sat down beside him and said, "I want to check his pulse."

Wen Baizhi said "oh" and turned one of his hands over, revealing Si Jiu's fair and delicate wrist.

Rong Heng put his hand on his and carefully felt his pulse.

After a long time, Rong Heng put his hand down.

Wen Baizhi put his hand in her palm again and asked, "How is it, Doctor Rong?"

Rong Heng said seriously, "The previous injury on his waist has not healed completely, and the lack of rest has caused the wound to worsen. Although I gave him the best medicine, the patient himself did not cooperate. So he should have had a low-grade fever these days, plus his stomach disease has recurred, and he can't sleep well, this--"

Wen Baizhi pinched the back of Si Jiu's hand, as if to punish him: "You are such a disobedient patient, what should we do now, Doctor Rong."

Rong Heng comforted her, "Madam, don't worry. We have experienced more serious cases before. As long as you take medicine on time, eat well, and rest well, you will be fine in a few days."

Wen Baizhi was relieved: "This is a big trouble for Doctor Rong. You can give the medicine to Ping An later. Tell me what you need to pay attention to. I will take good care of him."

Hearing this, Si Jiu, who had been quiet all this time, said, "I can take care of myself. At worst, I have Ping An. I have had a low-grade fever for a while. I don't want to pass the disease on to you."

Wen Baizhi rolled her eyes at him and said, "It would be great if you could take good care of yourself. Look at how you have taken care of yourself in just half a month since I was away from you."

If someone else spoke to Si Jiu like this, the outcome would definitely not be good.

But this person is Wen Baizhi.

Si Jiu even had the urge to cry.

He looked at Wen Baizhi with red eyes, not daring to speak any more, for fear that tears would fall as soon as he opened his mouth.

Rong Heng looked at Si Jiu's expression and said with a smile: "Madam, what you need to do is very simple, just let him eat well and take medicine. The most important thing is to make him have a good mood and have a good rest."

Wen Baizhi thought these were very simple, so she agreed immediately: "I will do everything, thank you, Doctor Rong."

Rong Heng didn't stay long and went to find Ping An to get a prescription.

There were only two of them left in the tent.

Wen Baizhi didn't say anything at this moment, and Si Jiu was so nervous that he didn't know what to say.

Wen Baizhi didn't say anything but was just thinking about how to take care of him in the future. The next thing she faced was how to sleep tonight.

She had a good relationship with Si Jiu and his wife, but they had always slept separately before.

No matter how serious Si Jiu's illness was before, she just did what a friend should do and took care of Si Jiu for a while, but always kept her distance.

Now there is only this one tent, and with so many people around, it is really unrealistic for her to sleep separately from Si Jiu.

Si Jiu was like a death row prisoner, standing anxiously on the side waiting for his trial.

Thinking that Si Jiu had to eat well, Wen Baizhi got up and went to find Cuizhi to prepare the food.

But as soon as she stood up, she felt someone pulling her sleeve.

She turned around and saw Si Jiu sitting on the edge of the couch, pulling at his sleeves with an uneasy look in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Si Jiu had just held back the tears: "Where are you going?"

Wen Baizhi actually understood his pleas and fear: "I just went out to find Cuizhi. I want her to prepare some food for you. You can take medicine after eating, otherwise your stomach will hurt again."

Si Jiu shook his head instinctively: "It's okay, I'm not hungry, don't, don't leave."

He spoke the last three words very quietly, but Wen Baizhi still heard them.

She looked at his face full of grievance and wanted to reach out and touch it, but was afraid of scaring him.

She had to suppress the desire in her heart and said, "If you're not hungry, then I am. I want to eat, too. I took such a long carriage ride to get here. You don't know how difficult and bumpy the road is. I didn't lie to you when I asked Ping An to find you. I did feel a little uncomfortable after sitting for so long."

Si Jiu apologized quickly: "I'm really sorry, I let them take that route after I walked it several times myself. I thought it was comfortable and not so bumpy, but I didn't think it through. I should have tried a few more routes, really----"

He didn't say the rest of his apology because Wen Baizhi covered his mouth with her hand.

Like the temperature of his hands, his lips felt soft and cold.

Wen Baizhi said unhappily: "Why do you always apologize to me, but you obviously did nothing wrong."

Si Jiu's mouth was covered by her and he couldn't say anything.

I was so shocked that I forgot to blink.

Wen Baizhi found his reaction very strange.

The dignified governor, who is known as the Ghost-faced King of Hell, is actually so weak and vulnerable in private. No one would believe it if you tell others about it.

For some reason, she felt a sense of enjoyment in her heart, enjoying the contrast that Si Jiu showed in front of her.

"You said that you have walked this road many times?" Wen Baizhi finally realized what he had just said.

With her hand still covering Si Jiu's mouth, he had no choice but to nod.

Wen Baizhi thought of Ping An's words that this road was difficult to walk at night, and asked in disbelief: "So you not only walked it many times during the day, but also many times at night, right?"

Si Jiu still nodded.

Because he was worried that Wen Baizhi was not used to riding in a carriage, and also worried that the journey was too long and there would be danger along the way, he walked back and forth this distance no less than five times.

He had already arranged for people to clear away some of the big trees and stones that were in the way.

He didn't say these, but Wen Baizhi still knew his painstaking efforts.

Wen Baizhi took a deep breath, and without holding back any longer, she moved forward and hugged Si Jiu.

"You are such a fool."