After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

Minglang said that Sijiu needed acupuncture before taking Ma Fei San.

And those needles were thicker and longer than any I had ever received before.

She thought Si Jiu would cry out in pain from the prick.

But she didn't hear Si Jiu's shouts at all from outside.

He always does.

He was always so strong when she was not around.

It seems that all the injuries and pains can be easily covered up with a smile and without any care.

But how can it not hurt?

It's just that there's no one around who loves him.

After waiting outside for a long time, Wen Baizhi became more and more confused.

At this moment, she finally understood how anxious those people waiting outside the operating room were in the TV dramas she had seen before.

Because the people who are experiencing life and death tests inside are their loved ones.

Who can be truly calm and composed?

Maybe an hour or two passed.

Wen Baizhi had forgotten everything.

In short, when Rong Heng came out to call her, Wen Baizhi had difficulty getting up from the place she was squatting.

She stood up, holding onto the stone wall and bending her knees.

"How is Sijiu?" she asked.

Rong Heng gave her a smile: "Very good, at least it's good now, you can go in and see him."

Wen Baizhi thanked him: "Thank you very much."

After saying that, he stamped his feet, trying to relieve the numbness in his legs.

When she was able to walk a little, she walked inside as if she was walking on cotton.

When she got inside, she saw Si Jiu sleeping.

Minglang is still there.

She walked towards Minglang and was about to ask, but Minglang answered her first.

"It will take him a while to wake up. I have already treated the broken parts of his body. After the effect of the Ma Fei San wears off, I am afraid he will be injured."

He added: "You can use a hot towel to apply to the small holes left by the acupuncture before. He is really strong. I thought he couldn't stand it, but he didn't say a word. I am really impressed by him."

Wen Baizhi looked at Si Jiu's sleeping face tenderly: "He is actually most afraid of pain, but he knows when to be in pain."

It is divided into occasions when Wen Baizhi is present and occasions when Wen Baizhi is not present.

Although Minglang didn't understand the hidden meaning in her words, he always felt that it must be another trick between the young couple.

"When he wakes up and can't bear the pain any more, come to me and I'll prescribe some painkillers for him. We can't let him die from the pain."

After Minglang said this, he left the space here to them.

Wen Baizhi sat beside Si Jiu and held his hand.

Then rolled up his sleeves.

Sure enough, I found that his arms were covered with obvious small holes.

It can be seen how painful it was for Si Jiu when he was stabbed before.

"Fool." Wen Baizhi murmured.

What a fool.

Rong Heng had given Si Jiu acupuncture several times before, so Wen Baizhi knew where those acupuncture points were on the body.

She found some hot water, soaked a handkerchief in it, and carefully applied hot compress to him bit by bit.

Si Jiu, who knew nothing, frowned in his sleep under such warmth.

About half an hour later, Si Jiu slowly woke up from the effects of Ma Fei San.

Before he could look for Wen Baizhi, Wen Baizhi appeared in his sight.

"Congratulations, Zijin. You have climbed over another mountain. I hope this is the last mountain you climb."

She leaned over and kissed his forehead.

It's like a reward and also like a gift.

Si Jiu looked greedily at the miracle in his destiny.

Feeling every moment when Wen Baizhi fell on him.

But the good times don't last long.

After the effect of Ma Fei San wore off, the wound on Si Jiu's back began to feel strangely itchy and painful.

He felt so itchy that he wanted to bang his back against the wall.

The pain made me tremble uncontrollably.

Si Jiu's facial features were distorted in pain, he was sweating coldly, and his upper and lower teeth were clenched tightly together.

Wen Baizhi saw it and felt pain in her heart.

She quickly found Minglang and asked him for a solution.

Minglang seemed to have been prepared and brought some hot medicine.

"This medicine can relieve some of his pain, but only partially. He will still suffer a lot of pain. This is unavoidable. He just needs to get through it."

Just get through it.

Wen Baizhi had heard such words countless times, and so had Si Jiu.

She took the medicine bowl: "Thank you."

After Minglang left, she fed him the bowl of medicine the same way she fed Sijiu water before.

It’s not bitter, but the heart is bitter.

After Si Jiu finished drinking the medicine with difficulty, Wen Baizhi kicked off her shoes and got on the bed, and asked Si Jiu, who was lying on the bed, to lie on her legs.

Si Jiu's cheek was pressed against Wen Baizhi's thigh, his face facing her abdomen.

His hands were loosely wrapped around her waist.

This was his favorite position with Wen Baizhi.

Because this posture can make Si Jiu feel the most direct sense of security.

Wen Baizhi stroked Si Jiu's hair: "Zijin, if it hurts, just tell me, okay?"

Si Jiu hummed: "It hurts, Bai Bai."

Wen Baizhi: "I know, I will accompany you. If you are in pain, I will help you massage. If you can't sleep because of the pain, I will tell you stories, sing for you, and coax you to sleep. As long as you need me, I will be by your side no matter when."

This is her promise.

It is also her heart knot.

She couldn't afford to lose Si Jiu again.

Si Jiu tried hard to move his head towards her abdomen.

So that he can lean on her better.

After that, Wen Baizhi really told Si Jiu many stories.

But it's her own story.

Her story in modern times.

These are her stories that Si Jiu never had the chance to see.

"Didn't I tell you that I'm an orphan? So I don't know where my family is. Of course, they don't seem to want to look for me. It seems like my life has always been planned by others.

I don’t have any hobbies. I went to school first, and then continued to work after graduation. Every day I commuted between the company and the rented house. No one waited for me, no one loved me, and the people around me were all colleagues, not friends.

I don’t know who to share my happy and sad things with. I don’t even know if my birthday is my real birthday. But it doesn’t matter. After all, the modern me was probably born unexpectedly, otherwise how could I be abandoned? "

Wen Baizhi pretended to be casual as she spoke about her past.

She had wanted to share these words with someone since she was in modern times.

But when I opened the list, I found that there was no one to share with.

Poor thing, it was only after she became Wen Bai that she realized that she was actually an extroverted sharing personality.

"Many young people of my generation seem to live the same way as I do. They live but not well. There are many ways to kill time, but none of them can kill the loneliness in their hearts."

It turns out that sad things will feel better only after being shared with others.

"After telling you, I feel much better."

No wonder people say that a psychologist is a good friend who chats with you and listens to you carefully.

"Life is so good now. I don't want to go back to modern times."

Of course they didn't know that what they said at this moment would turn into a boomerang and pierce Si Jiu's heart later.