After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

This night seemed to be particularly long.

It turned out that Si Jiu had already fallen asleep after being coaxed by Wen Baizhi.

There were storytelling and singing, and all kinds of talents were shown.

Only then did I coax him to sleep.

Afterwards, Wen Baizhi was so tired that she fell asleep too.

But between half asleep and half awake, she seemed to hear some sound.

She also felt as if a hot and burning net was tightly holding her, making her unable to move.

She subconsciously tried to break free from the net.

But when the hand pushed over, he suddenly woke up.

This is not a net at all, it is clearly Si Jiu himself who is as hot as fire.

Wen Baizhi suddenly lost all desire to sleep.

She sat up to see what was happening to Si Jiu.

Sure enough, Si Jiu's cheeks were abnormally flushed and blisters had formed at the corners of his mouth.

He was in a state of confusion, his eyes half-opened as if he couldn't keep them open.

Wen Baizhi touched his forehead.

very hot.

It must be because her hands were cold. When her hands just touched Si Jiu, she saw him rubbing against her.

The sweaty hand grabbed Wen Baizhi's hand and moved it to other places on his face.

"Baibai, I'm so hot."

Si Jiu didn't know where he got the strength from. Before going to bed, he could only lean on her legs and couldn't get up, but now he had the strength to sit up and hug her neck.

"I feel hot."

He was like a vine that could only cling to her for survival, trying desperately to hold on to his dependence.

Wen Baizhi couldn't leave, and she couldn't bear to push him away, so she had to follow his wishes and patiently comfort him who had a high fever.

But as time went on, she felt that the people around her were not moving as much as at the beginning.

Then I heard a whimpering sound like a kitten.

She turned her head and looked towards the socket of her shoulder.

Si Jiu was crying unconsciously.

It must be the high fever that caused his brain to temporarily stop functioning.

That's why he's acting like this now.

Wen Baizhi hugged him: "Zijin, baby, where do you feel uncomfortable, please tell me?"

It didn't matter if she didn't say anything, but as soon as she spoke words of concern, Si Jiu burst into tears.

He had originally put his arms around Wen Baizhi's shoulders, but now he relaxed and hid in her arms.

He cried and said, "Bai Bai, I'm in pain. My back hurts, my stomach hurts, my legs hurt, everything hurts. I'm so useless."

It's like a child who only knows how to act coquettishly in front of adults, and will only reveal his or her vulnerability after the adults clearly express their concern.

Wen Baizhi comforted her, "I know you're in a lot of pain. We'll get Minglang and the others to treat you later, okay? Then if you take the medicine obediently, you won't feel any pain."

But Si Jiu shook his head in her arms: "No, I don't want them, I only want you."

This kind of childish and willful look can only be seen at this time.

But Wen Baizhi couldn't go out either.

At this moment Si Jiu was holding her tightly, and she was worried that if she went out rashly, he might fall off the bed again in his attempt to find her, which would be disastrous.

After all, this kind of thing has happened many times before.

"Okay, I won't go. I won't go anywhere. I'll just stay here with you, okay?"

In the end, Si Jiu cried in her arms for a long time.

I cried so much that I started talking nonsense.

Sometimes I say thank you, sometimes I say sorry.

The only people who said thank you and sorry were Wen Baizhi.

The name that was called the most was Wen Baizhi's.

It's like a symbol engraved on the soul that will never fade.

When it was bright, Si Jiu finally fell into a deep sleep again due to exhaustion.

Wen Baizhi couldn't sleep.

According to Ping An and his companions' pace, it would probably take less than half a month to go to Kyoto and back.

Without the burden of these people, it would be possible to rush back even if I worked non-stop for seven days.

She didn't want to waste time.

She wanted to find Rong Heng and ask him to develop a medicine that could make Qi Yan'an stupid and obedient before Ping An returned.

While coaxing Si Jiu that night, she seemed to have figured everything out.

If the world here is a novel written by Minglang.

As the well-deserved male protagonist, Qi Yan'an indeed enjoys the aura of the male protagonist, and will follow the original trajectory towards success in the later period.

But the accident happened to her and Si Jiu.

These two people should have disappeared but survived.

If her rebirth depended on the faith that Si Jiu infused into the Soul-Binding Lamp.

Then doesn't Si Jiu's existence also rely on her love?

To be honest, Si Jiu's health is really not good.

In addition to the underlying illness, he has been suffering from minor illnesses over the past year or so, and has often been injured and fainted.

But he always manages to turn danger into safety.

Even with doctors like Rong Heng, this is ancient times after all, and medical technology is far less advanced than modern ones.

Can Rong Heng alone defeat him?

Wen Baizhi initially expressed doubts about this.

Now I have a vague idea of ​​the truth behind it.

She and Si Jiu provide each other with nutrients for life.

So she could be reborn.

Si Jiu can survive again and again.

At this moment, Si Jiu was sleeping in her arms.

I cried for so long that my eyes were a little swollen.

Wen Baizhi used her fingers to push away the hair stuck to his eyelids and kissed his red and swollen eyelids.

Fortunately, she has no memories in modern times.

It allows her to continue staying here without any regrets, staying with Si Jiu.

Otherwise, Si Jiu might really not survive.

Death on all levels.

Seeing that he didn't react, Wen Baizhi got out of bed, washed up, and found Minglang.

I told him that Si Jiu had a high fever last night.

"I think it's the high fever caused by the wound recovery period. Although his consciousness is a little fuzzy, he is not completely fainted, so I didn't call you over." Wen Baizhi explained why she didn't go to find Minglang.

She didn't have the nerve to say it because Sijiu held her and cried and refused to let go.

She was worried that her walking away would irritate him.

Minglang did a simple checkup on Si Jiu who was still in a coma: "The wound on his back has healed well, there is no bleeding or anything, it should be the same reason as you said, it's okay, it's normal to have a hard time during the recovery period, I'll make some medicine for him later, take your time, there's no rush."

Yes, we can only take it slowly.

Wen Baizhi looked at Si Jiu, who was lying on the bed, pale and fragile, as thin as a piece of white paper.

"Fortunately, there is still a chance to take it slow with him."

Wen Baizhi helped Si Jiu, who was in a coma, drink a bowl of medicine.

With Minglang giving him another injection, Si Jiu's condition was much better than before.

But Wen Baizhi was actually a little naughty. She was still thinking about Si Jiu who was unconscious at that time and could only cry and ask her for comfort.

After that, another seven or eight days passed in which I rested and recovered peacefully.

Wen Baizhi once asked Minglang how he knew where they were now.

How can we judge that this place is safe enough and will not be found by Qi Yanan?

Minglang simply said that this can be seen as the golden finger of himself as the author.

At that time, he had imagined such a paradise in his book.

At first, it was intended to be discovered by the male protagonist Qi Yanan.

After all, he is the protagonist, and the protagonist can naturally enjoy all the settings in the book that are beneficial to him.

But later on, Qi Yanan's life went too smoothly.

There is no need to use the cave here to achieve perfect success.

He also forgot that there was a cave here.

In the book, the author forgot to fill this gap in the end.

I just wrote that there is such a place.

Wen Baizhi expressed her understanding.

After all, many authors do have a lot of imaginative settings in the early stages.

However, as the main plot progresses and the writing time gets longer, many of the foreshadowing and settings at the time will eventually be forgotten.

But she was really grateful to Minglang for forgetting to give this place to Qi Yanan.

Otherwise, they really would have nowhere to go at this time.

"So you can rest assured to stay here and recuperate. This place is unknown to the protagonist, and others will not set foot here either. In addition, the setting here is that there are abundant supplies and a huge space, so there is no need to worry about the crisis of survival."

Wen Baizhi couldn't help but sigh, this is indeed the benefit of the golden finger.

Any unreasonable explanation can be reasonably covered up by using the golden finger or the term "hanging".

But if this book really exists between her and Si Jiu.

I don’t know how the author who wrote them will continue their story.

Will they also be given a golden finger?

But it's no use relying on others.

It was impossible for her to really pin her hopes on an illusory author and a golden finger.

She and Si Jiu have relied mostly on themselves along the way.

"I feel relieved when you say that. I can wait here for Ping An to come back peacefully."

Besides that, she did one more thing.

While Minglang was away, she secretly found Rong Heng and asked him if he had any medicine that could make a person mentally ill.

Rong Heng first looked at her meaningfully.

I didn't ask her who she was going to give it to.

"I once saw in my master's medical book that there is a kind of herb that can disrupt a person's mind after taking it, but as for its efficacy, whether it can have the effect you described, I don't know."

Wen Baizhi knew that this might be difficult, but as long as there was this hope, it was good.

"It's okay. As long as you can find this method and this medicine, the rest will be left to God."

She vaguely felt that there must be a way to sanction Qi Yanan.

Otherwise, God would not have sent Minglang to her.

But Rong Heng still said to her: "But I may not be able to find this herb. Even if I find it, I need to conduct multiple experiments to know how to brew it, the dosage and the final effect."

Wen Baizhi said: "Don't worry, look for us first, and then we can think about the next step after you find us."

Success never comes overnight.

But the key is to take the first step to do it.

She had asked all the questions she wanted to ask, and she was ready to leave.

Although Si Jiu is asleep now, when she is not by his side, he always wakes up quickly and keeps looking for her after waking up.

So she had to hurry back.

But Rong Heng mustered up the courage to stop her.

"and many more."

Wen Baizhi thought Rong Heng had something else to say, so she stopped.

"What's wrong? Is there anything else?"

Rong Heng's expression was obviously conflicted: "It's like this, I have a friend..."

As soon as she heard this opening, Wen Baizhi knew that the friend Rong Heng was talking about was him.

She nodded, encouraging Rong Heng to continue.

Rong Heng continued, "My friend never understood the relationship between men and women, nor had he experienced it. But he accidentally found out that there was a girl who had always liked him. But he had never noticed this before. Maybe he was too slow, or maybe he was too stupid. Anyway, he didn't know about it until..."

Wen Baizhi was not stupid, she understood all the information hidden in these words.

She continued Rong Heng's words: "Until that girl left, right?"

She was reluctant to use the word death.

In her heart, the girl just left.

It’s just that the date of return is uncertain.

Rong Heng suddenly raised his head and looked at her: "Yes," he said in a low voice, "It was not until the girl left that my friend knew that she liked him, so he felt very uncomfortable. In the past, he only had one thing in his mind, but now it seems that there is something more and something is missing in his heart. In short, it is very strange. He doesn't know what to do. Occasionally, when he thinks of this matter, he feels very painful."

"What's the pain?" Wen Baizhi asked bluntly.

Rong Heng seemed to have not expected her to ask so directly. He was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to answer.

Wen Baizhi, however, was very direct and straightforward, without any euphemism.

"In my opinion, your friend doesn't need to suffer at all. Putting aside the fact that the girl likes him but never talks about it, it means that the girl may just keep this feeling quietly in her heart and not bother anyone. She is simply liking the person she likes.

So since she has never said it, your friend doesn't need to feel any burden, because in my opinion, the girl's love only requires your friend to respond with the same respect, and there is no need for any additional emotions.

Moreover, if I were that girl, I would also hope that the person I like would always be happy, no matter whether I am there or not, no matter whether he likes me or not, as long as he is happy. If he is suffering, then I might blame myself for being incompetent.

Sorry, what I said was a bit confusing.

In short, you still have to tell your friend not to be so miserable anymore and to live a happy life. This should be what the girl wants to see the most and it is also her long-cherished wish. "

At this moment, Rong Heng confirmed that Wen Baizhi knew that the friend he was talking about was him.

That girl is Cuizhi.

Otherwise he wouldn't have been wrong, there were tears flashing in Wen Baizhi's eyes.

If Cuizhi was there, she would have chosen not to disturb Rongheng and would have kept this feeling silently in her heart. She didn't want this love to become a burden to him.

Then he is now as she wished.

Just continue to live happily as she wishes.

"I think I know how to tell my friend. He should be able to figure it out. It's just that he will still feel pain in his heart when he thinks of that girl in the future, but he won't indulge in the pain anymore. He still has more things to do."

He will be happy and healthy just as Cuizhi hopes.