After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

The dead are dead.

Ping'an and his team decided to send a team to send Qi He's body back to Yunzhou.

Sent to the escort agency where he had worked.

It can also be considered a kind of returning to one's roots.

In order to prevent the corpse from changing, Rong Heng specially sprinkled medicinal powder on the corpse that could keep it from decaying for a short period of time.

Then that night Qi He was sent away.

After Qi He was sent away, the three of them were a little dazed.

Especially Rong Heng.

Although he has been practicing medicine for many years, he has seen many people lose their lives in front of him.

But Qi He is a little different.

He came to them with injuries all over his body and with his last breath, just to bring back news about Si Jiu.

And it was clearly possible for him to rescue him.

Just one vitality pill.

Maybe there is still a chance.

But there's no point saying more now.

Qi He has already left.

Rong Heng sat at the table, and finally Ping An was the first to break the silence.

"We must listen to what Master Qi said before he died. The master and his men are in danger now. We must find a way to save them as soon as possible."

It was also the first time that Cuizhi saw someone die in front of her eyes, and she was still in some trouble.

But when she heard that Si Jiu and the others were in danger, she immediately withdrew her thoughts from her previous melancholy.

Wen Baizhi can't get into trouble again.

"But what should we do now?" she asked.

She had never seen the world.

After Wen Baizhi married Si Jiu, she was also well protected.

If she were asked to give any advice, she would be helpless.

Ping An held the dagger in his hand and said, "I recognize this dagger. It is a token that can unconditionally command all the secret guards and chambers of commerce under the master's name. If we have this, it will be much easier for us to rescue them."

Cuizhi looked at the dagger and felt it was very familiar: "I think I've seen this dagger in Miss's possession."

Wen Baizhi always kept the dagger under her pillow when she slept.

So Cuizhi could see it sometimes when she helped her make the bed.

Ping An understood and said, "It is right for the master to give such a token to the lady."

Apart from Wen Baizhi, Ping An couldn't think of who else Si Jiu would give it to.

"But why is this dagger here with Master Qi or on his body?" Cuizhi was puzzled.

Ping An was also full of doubts: "Master Qi has gone. I'm afraid only the master and his friends know the answer to this question. Without further ado, I will take the dagger and contact the local Chamber of Commerce to ask them to send someone to help us. We must rescue the master and his friends."

The Chamber of Commerce always has caravans traveling around for business. If they come across a large group like Qi Yan'an's, they will definitely be seen as long as they are walking on the official road.

Cuizhi also stood up: "What can I do now?"

She hadn't slept well these past few days because she was worried about Wen Baizhi. Now that she knew they were in danger, she couldn't wait to do something for Wen Baizhi.

Ping An persuaded her back, "The situation is still unclear, so you should wait for news here. You haven't eaten or slept well in the past few days. Now at least we know where the master and his men are. You should also have a good sleep. Then we can go find the master and his men together."

Ping'an naturally doesn't know now, but it was his decision to take Cuizhi with him to find Wen Baizhi that made him spend the rest of his life in regret and remorse.

"Okay." Cuizhi is not the kind of person who makes trouble for no reason. Now is a special period, and she will try her best not to hold everyone back.

After Ping An took his men away, Rong Heng still stood there in a daze, not moving a single muscle.

Cuizhi was a little worried about him. She was about to ask him, but then she walked away and went to the kitchen.

She didn't eat, and Rong Heng didn't eat either.

She went to the kitchen, cooked a bowl of noodles, beat two eggs, and brought it over with chopsticks.

Cuizhi carefully placed the noodles in front of Rong Heng and said, "Doctor Rong, I know you must be feeling bad right now. I'm not good at talking and don't know how to comfort you. I only know that you haven't eaten and you must be hungry. I used lard to cook these noodles, so they must taste delicious. Try it. If it doesn't taste good, I'll cook something else for you."

The heat rose to Rong Heng's eyes, and he felt like a piece of ice that was slowly melting, and his limbs regained feeling.

Through the heat, he saw Cuizhi, who was sitting opposite him and looking very uneasy.

"Thank you, Cuizhi."

Seeing that he was willing to talk, Cuizhi quickly stood up and stuffed the chopsticks into his hand without saying a word.

"Doctor Rong, if you eat these noodles when they are cold, they will become clumpy and won't taste good. Eat them quickly."

Rong Heng saw her concern: "Okay, I'll eat."

No matter how many regrets there are, they can't be made up for. Rong Heng actually knows this.

He may need some time to adapt to the death he may face in the future.

But now is not the time to dwell on sadness.

Si Jiu and the others are in danger, and this is when they need him.

He couldn't remain depressed any longer.

Rong Heng asked as he ate, "Miss Cuizhi, didn't you leave yourself another bowl?"

He clearly remembered that she had nothing to eat either.

Cuizhi smiled and said, "I'll go back to the kitchen to eat after you finish eating."

After all, she is an unmarried woman and cannot easily eat alone with a man outside her family.

Rong Heng didn't care about these mundane things: "Why do you have to go to the kitchen to eat by yourself? Go and bring the noodles over. Didn't you say that noodles won't taste good if they clump together? Bring it over and we can eat together."

Cuizhi originally wanted to refuse again, but when she saw Rong Heng becoming angry again, she couldn't bear to refuse him.

She nodded and said, "Okay, I'll bring the noodles over and we'll eat together."

Perhaps in the years to come, she will always remember this bowl of noodles that she ate with Rong Heng.

This will all be part of her precious memories.

After eating the noodles, neither of them felt sleepy.

Although it was already late at night, they still waited in the lobby tacitly, waiting for Ping An to return.

But in the second half of the night, it suddenly started raining outside.

At first it was just a trickle, but then it got heavier and heavier, turning into a downpour.

Rong Heng looked out the window: "It's raining. Si Jiu's back and legs must be feeling bad."

Cuizhi followed his gaze towards the rain curtain outside the window, her eyes full of worry.

Just as Rong Heng expected, Si Jiu was almost experiencing the most embarrassing moment of his life.

He was still walking with difficulty when the heavy rain fell.

As the rain began to fall, the soil beneath his feet became increasingly muddy, making it more difficult for him to walk. Several times he even felt like he was going to sink into the mud.

Along with the heavy rain came cool breezes from all directions.

The cool breeze penetrated into every crack in his body, stretching those parts so much that they hurt.

Si Jiu freed one hand to support his painful and stiff back.

In addition, he also felt a sense of despair in his heart.

Those marks he had painstakingly left behind would probably be washed away by the heavy rain.

He is so useless. Not only can he not protect Wen Baizhi, but he will also become a burden to her.

The long-lost feeling of self-loathing crept into Si Jiu's brain.

What followed was the stiffness of his limbs, his increasingly heavy breathing, and the increasingly blurred vision in front of his eyes.