After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

And at this moment, she was thinking very badly about Si Jiu.

In Si Jiu's world, after Wen Baizhi smashed the Soul-Binding Lamp and vomited blood, she fell into a coma.

No matter how he called her name, she didn't respond.

Minglang and Rong Heng both examined her one after another, trying to stimulate her to wake up by pricking her acupuncture points with silver needles, or struggling to feed her medicine while she was unconscious.

I have thought of every possible method.

But Wen Baizhi didn't wake up.

This is the second month that Wen Baizhi has been in a coma.

Si Jiu stayed by her side throughout her coma.

As long as he was awake, he would stubbornly stay by her side, holding her hand and calling her name over and over again.

When her voice became hoarse, she used her hands to rub his face.

Wait until you can make a sound again and then shout again.

I kept shouting until the end it was just a breath.

Even his original voice could no longer be heard.

He called out to Wen Baizhi and Baibai.

Worried that these words were not enough, he called out to Wen Bai again.

But no matter how he shouted, Wen Baizhi just looked like she was sleeping.

Although he was still breathing, his face was getting paler and paler.

When Minglang came to take her pulse, Sijiu grabbed his collar with strength that he didn't know where.

"It was you, you were the one who instigated her to break the Soul Binding Lamp, right? Look at the result now, my Bai Bai is lying here, her life or death unknown, look at that!"

Si Jiu's voice had already become hoarse, but he still tried his best to shout this sentence to Ming Lang with anger.

"We could have been together! Why! Why on earth!"

Minglang also felt very self-blaming.

He thought about the two possible outcomes if the Soul-Binding Lamp was broken.

Either Wen Baizhi recovers, which is something that people will welcome.

Or there is no change at all.

Everything proceeded as before.

At most, a lamp was broken.

But he never expected that there would be a third situation, that Wen Baizhi would fall into a coma.

He felt sorry for Si Jiu and Wen Baizhi: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect things to turn out like this, I'm really sorry..."

Minglang said this and lowered his head guiltily.

Si Jiu dejectedly let go of his hand and said, "What's the use of apologizing? Will my Bai Bai wake up because of your apology? She won't."

As he spoke, Si Jiu started laughing.

As he laughed, he started coughing violently again.

He didn't stop laughing until he bent over and coughed up a pool of blood.

Minglang was not surprised to see him vomiting blood.

After all, Si Jiu's physical condition has been like this every day for more than a month.

He seldom eats and seldom sleeps.

He is only alive because of the medicine given by Minglang.

His stomach was like a densely packed sieve, and the severe pain in his stomach could penetrate through any small hole, making him sweat profusely.

After more than a month, he became as thin as a ghost.

It's like a human skin covered over bones.

It also looks like a face painted on human skin.

There were a few times when Rong Heng couldn't stand it anymore and would bring up Wen Baizhi to persuade him.

"If she were here, she would definitely advise you like I did when she saw you like this. You know that she values ​​your health the most. If she wakes up and finds you sick again, do you think she would be sad?"

Every time she used such words to persuade him, Si Jiu would still force himself to eat something.

He would also force himself to hug Wen Baizhi and have an uneasy sleep.

Or maybe he would pass out on his own.

After all, not everyone can bear not eating, drinking or sleeping.

Fainting was already a blessing to Si Jiu.

At least he could rest for a while now.

Even if it's just for a little while.

But every time he fainted, he would wake up shouting Wen Baizhi's name with a terrified face.

The first thing I did after waking up was to confirm whether Wen Baizhi was still breathing.

"It's okay, Baibai. It's okay if you want to sleep a little longer. As long as you are still breathing, as long as I am still here, I will always wait for you, always wait for you..."

The last method that kept him alive was Minglang and Rongheng's superb medical skills.

Because this cave is a magical existence in the novel.

Therefore, there are many medicinal herbs with great efficacy hidden in the woods and mountains around the cave.

Relying on these herbs and Ming Liang's outstanding medical skills, they managed to make pills with different effects and barely kept Si Jiu alive.

"Even if you don't want to live anymore, you have to consider Wen Baizhi. You are ruining your body like this now. If she wakes up and you are gone, what do you think she should do?"

It was because of these methods and these words that Si Jiu had been ruining his body every day for nearly two months, wanting to die, but could barely stay alive.

And where they can't see.

Every late night.

In the dead of night.

Si Jiu would hug Wen Baizhi and snuggle into her arms like he did before.

Cry all night.

He really couldn't control his urge to cry.

He just wanted to find a way to vent his sadness.

He thought about death every moment.

He also tried to restore the broken resurrection lamp.

Because he felt that if the Soul-Restoring Lamp was restored, he would use the same method again, even if it meant draining all the blood from his body, as long as he could bring Wen Baizhi back, he would be willing to do it.

But the soul-resurrecting lamp could not be restored.

He lost all his methods and hopes.

No one could give him a reasonable explanation or tell him when his wife would come back.

Even he doesn't know.

How long can he last?

"Bai Bai, I'm in so much pain, so tired, and so scared."

Even if Wen Baizhi would not give him any response, he still liked to hide in her arms and tell her about his own things while crying.

"It's all my fault. If I had been tougher at the time and hadn't let you take such a risky thing, you wouldn't have left me, Bai Bai, Wen Bai..."

There will no longer be anyone who will hold him and coax him as gently and patiently as before.

There will never be anyone to wipe away his tears or kiss the corners of his eyes with heartache.

During the long night, everything seemed to have returned to the time when Wen Baizhi had not returned.

All Si Jiu could hear was his own suppressed crying.

nothing left.

He has nothing left.

If Wen Baizhi had never come back, he could endure the torture of loneliness before that.

But if after letting him feel Wen Baizhi's warmth and then being cruelly pulled away from her, he really wouldn't be able to bear it.

His crying was as restrained as he was.

It seems like tears are worthless. I will continue crying before the tear marks have dried.

That is, when he was crying so hard, he didn't notice that Wen Baizhi, who had not moved at all, actually moved her fingers quietly.