After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

Si Jiu pounced on Wen Baizhi with a ferocious look on his face.

There was no way he could believe the nonsense Minglang was talking about.

His Baibai was clearly still sleeping soundly in his arms.

How is it possible that I have no breathing and no heartbeat now?

Minglang saw that he was in a very bad condition, but there was no way he could pull him over and check his pulse at this time.

He could only silently give up his seat to Si Jiu and leave the seat next to the bed for him.

Si Jiu's whole body couldn't stop shaking, and so did his outstretched hands.

Wen Baizhi was clearly still asleep.

Si Jiu placed his index finger under the tip of her nose and felt it carefully.

No breathing.

He really wasn't breathing.

Si Jiu shook his head, as if brainwashing himself: "No, no, it must be that I checked for too short a time, so I couldn't detect breathing. Let me try again."

Minglang just sighed and shook his head.

Si Jiu tried a few more times.

He even knelt beside the bed and put his ear to Wen Baizhi's chest, trying to hear her heartbeat.

But none of them exist.

Everything around her, including Wen Baizhi's breathing and heartbeat, stopped.

Si Jiu didn't want to believe it.

Since he couldn't piece together the resurrection lamp, he cut his heart with a dagger.

He carefully stained his heart's blood with his fingers, and then brought them to Wen Baizhi's lips.

"My heart's blood can be used to irrigate the resurrection lamp to wake you up. Baibai, I will give you some more now. If you drink it, you will definitely come back."

He had no other options at this moment, and he even wanted to give all his flesh and blood to Wen Baizhi.

If only he could wake up.

But Wen Baizhi had lost her ability to breathe and had no ability to swallow at all.

His blood could only stain her lips and not even reach her mouth.

Si Jiu leaned down and kissed her lips.

He tried to use the method that Wen Baizhi had used to coax him into drinking the medicine, and also used his mouth to transfer the blood into her mouth.

But Wen Baizhi didn't react at all.

Si Jiu didn't believe it.

The blood on Wen Baizhi's lips dried again and again.

Si Jiu scratched his chest faster and faster.

At first Minglang just wanted him to use this method to believe that Wen Baizhi was dead, so he didn't stop him.

But who would have thought that by the very end, Si Jiu was already convulsing in pain and his hand holding the dagger could not even hold steady.

He still persisted in taking his heart's blood for Wen Baizhi.

She obviously couldn't feel anything.

But that's what he did.

Si Jiu felt dizzy.

His body could no longer bear the consequences of the continuous blood loss, and he fell backwards with his eyes closed, losing consciousness.

Minglang quickly supported him.

"Stop it now. This won't work. She won't wake up, and you will be in danger of losing blood."

This was the first time Minglang had touched Si Jiu's body.

As soon as he touched him, his intuition as a doctor told him that something was wrong with Si Jiu.

First, his back was so thin that you could clearly feel his bones, and then you could feel the burning heat of his body even through his clothes.

These points can tell Minglang that Si Jiu must be having a fever now.

And it is also accompanied by blood loss.

He had to make him stop.

But Si Jiu would never agree to that.

He was only unconscious for a short while, and after he regained a little consciousness, he started to continue what he was doing.

Rong Heng also came in at this time and saw all this.

He had a closer relationship with Si Jiu, so he directly pulled the dagger out of Si Jiu's hand.

"What are you doing? Don't you want to live anymore?" Rong Heng shouted angrily.

Si Jiu smiled desperately: "My life? What life? My life is lying here now, and I don't know whether I will live or die."

He no longer had a life of his own.

His life all depends on Wen Baizhi.

Now that Wen Baizhi is gone, he no longer needs his worthless life.

Rong Heng knows better than anyone how determined Si Jiu's feelings for Wen Baizhi are.

Out of caution, he carefully passed Si Jiu and checked Wen Baizhi's condition again.

No matter what the reason, Rong Heng didn't want to see Wen Baizhi get into trouble.

But she really...

"Zijin, stop it, she's not breathing anymore."

Rong Heng couldn't even bear to explain the word death to Si Jiu.

Si Jiu spread his arms and tried to drive away everyone around him and Wen Baizhi.

"No, you must be lying to me. It's impossible. Nothing will happen to Bai Bai. You must be lying to me. She promised me that she will not leave. She will only stay where I am."

After saying that, he pretended to go find Ming Lang: "Is it you? Did you say something to her to make her leave? It was you, right? It must be you."

He was like a headless fly, just trying to find a reason.

Si Jiu's voice became louder and louder as he questioned, and finally it became so shrill that he couldn't help retching after he finished speaking.

He hunched over and retched.

In the end, all he vomited out was clear gastric juice.

But Rong Heng still had the sharp eyes to see the red liquid contained in it.

Si Jiu vomited blood again.

But he seemed crazy at the moment, like a madman, shouting and not letting anyone get close.

He just refused to believe the news that Wen Baizhi was dead.

It would definitely be dangerous for him to continue like this.

He was already weak, and had suffered a lot during this period of time. If he continued to worry and vomit blood, he would probably follow Wen Baizhi in the near future.

Rong Heng was anxious.

Although he was sad about Wen Baizhi's sudden death, he also had to consider Si Jiu's health in the future.

He looked at Minglang who was equally anxious.

The two of them are worthy of being brothers. Just by exchanging glances, they already know what the other is thinking.

Since soft persuasion doesn’t work, they have to resort to hard tactics.

Minglang winked at Rong Heng, then slowly walked around to a place behind Si Jiu where he couldn't see him, with his hand already reaching into his arms to take something out.

Rong Hengze was still talking cleverly to attract Si Jiu's attention.

"Zijin, listen to me. I know you are very sad and it is hard for you to accept this fact, but she is gone and this is a fact that none of us can change. Listen to me, let's take good care of her together and let her go without regrets, okay?"

How could Si Jiu possibly believe such ridiculous words?

He hugged Wen Baizhi tightly: "No, I'm here, no one of you can take Baibai away from me, don't even think about it!"

This is the second time Si Jiu faces the death of the same person.

He never thought that he could send someone away twice in his life.

And this person is the love of his life.

He really couldn't stand it.

Si Jiu's breathing became heavier and heavier, and the scene in front of him became more and more blurry.

He subconsciously felt as if someone had drugged him.

When he turned around with difficulty, he saw Minglang standing behind him, holding a bag of medicine that could make people fall asleep.

"No," Si Jiu's eyelids became heavier and heavier, so heavy that he could hardly hold them up, "You can't, you can't, you can't take my Bai Bai away."

But no matter how unwilling he was, he had no way to compete with Minglang's specially made sleeping powder.

Finally he just fainted.

Before he fainted, he seemed to see Wen Baizhi had woken up.

Just like every time before, I opened my arms to him.

She smiled and hugged his fragile body.

"in vain!"

Si Jiu woke up from a nightmare.

He sat up suddenly, but because the wound on his back had not yet healed, he fell back onto the pillow.

Just the simple action of sleeping together made Si Jiu, who had just woken up, breathless and sweating profusely.

He pressed his numb and swollen chest and opened his mouth to breathe for a moment.

When his breathing gradually became steady, he tried to get up again.

The moment he woke up, he remembered how he fainted.

It is bright and constant.

They joined forces.

But where is Wen Baizhi now?

Si Jiu was anxious, which affected his stomach, which was already in poor condition.

At this moment, it felt like there were countless small stones in his stomach, grinding against his stomach wall with every movement he made when he got up and got out of bed.

Si Jiu couldn't even breathe and figure out where the pain was.

It seems like everything hurts.

But I can't stop because of the pain.

He wants to find Wen Baizhi.

Si Jiu was finally able to turn over and get out of bed.

He didn't even bother to put on his shoes.

This cave is really too big.

Wen Baizhi had mentioned to him before that Cuizhi was buried in a forest behind the mountain after her death.

If Rong Heng and the others also wanted to bury Wen Baizhi, they would probably bury her in that area.

He was going to find that place.

His Baibai hated being buried in such a dark underground after his death.

It was dark and bugs kept biting her body.

When she was still Wen Bai, she complained to Si Jiu about this burial method.

That's why Si Jiu was determined to cremate Wen Bai's body according to her last wish at all costs.

The same is true for Wen Baizhi now.

No matter how heartbroken he was, it felt like there was a bloody hole in his heart, and blood was constantly dripping out.

He also had to deal with Wen Baizhi's funeral first.

After it's been dealt with,...

Go with her again...

Si Jiu stumbled out and happened to run into Rong Heng who came to see how he was doing.

When Rong Heng saw him wake up, he immediately stepped forward and said, "You're awake."

However, Si Jiu only knew that his unexplained fainting was also caused by Rong Heng.

He had no time to care about Rong Heng, and he didn't even have the energy to speak.

He walked past Rong Heng silently and wanted to continue walking out.

Rong Heng knew what he was thinking, so he quickly called out to him from behind, "Are you going to look for your wife?"

Just one sentence made Si Jiu freeze in place.

Seeing that he was standing there stubbornly without turning back, Rong Heng continued, "She is lying behind where you were just lying, blocked by a stone wall. There is an ice bed inside. Lying on it will prevent her body from rotting for the time being. Since you are not awake, neither I nor my senior brother dare to move her without permission. We can only leave her there and wait for you to wake up before making a decision."

That ice bed was also where Cuizhi had lain before.

After getting Rong Heng's explanation, Si Jiu slowly turned around.

He moved very slowly, like an old object that had fallen into disrepair. Just a small turn could make people see that something was wrong with him.

Rong Heng didn't care about anything else and stepped forward to grab his arm.

As soon as he touched his arm, Rong Heng knew that something was wrong with this man: "You have a fever, and the ice bed is extremely cold. You have a fever now, you can't go there."

Si Jiu waved his arms slightly, trying to pull his arm out of Rong Heng's hand.

But Rong Heng was stronger after all, and he was also sick and very weak, so he tried several times but failed to draw it out.

But he couldn't speak. His throat felt like it was filled with cotton and even swallowing was in so much pain that Si Jiu couldn't utter a single word.

He looked at Rong Heng.

When Rong Heng was stared at by his friend of many years, he saw endless sadness and sorrow in his eyes.

Long before, when he was treating Si Jiu in Kyoto, all he saw in Si Jiu's eyes was ignorance and indifference.

Si Jiu's behavior at that time was just like his eyes, he didn't care about anything and didn't feel anything.

It seemed that only after meeting Wen Baizhi did he gradually become different from before, and finally developed some emotions that a normal person should have.

But now it's like this again.

The sadness in Si Jiu's eyes was extremely deep.

Rong Heng, who had known him for many years, was immediately infected by his sadness.

He knew that Si Jiu must be feeling bad.

Even when he was in a coma, Si Jiu kept calling out Wen Baizhi's name.

That's it.

How bad could his health be?

Rong Heng sighed and silently let go of Si Jiu.

"Go ahead. It's cold inside. Put on some clothes before you go."

But Si Jiu turned a deaf ear to it.

He walked to the back barefoot.

Finally I met Wen Baizhi again.

He walked very slowly.

Just as Rong Heng said, the temperature here is very low and not suitable for someone like him with weak waist and legs.

What's more, he was only wearing a single piece of clothing at this time, and he didn't even have shoes or socks.

Just by walking to the door, the cold and damp air penetrated into every bone of Si Jiu.

It hurts and is very sore.

But it can't compare to his heartache.

He slowly squatted down and stood beside Wen Baizhi.

She closed her eyes quietly, just like she did every time she went to sleep, without saying a word or moving.

Si Jiu took her cold hand.

In the past, his hands were as cold as ice, and Wen Baizhi would always carefully warm them up.

And does she also have times when her hands are cold like this?

Si Jiu just looked at Wen Baizhi's face.

After a while, a violent coughing sensation began to linger in his chest.

He really couldn't help it, so he tilted his head to cough.

As his cough intensified, he began to cough up blood.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth nonchalantly.

It doesn’t matter. He’s going to die soon anyway, so he won’t mind any torture with this broken body.

The people who felt sorry for him were already lying here.

He seemed unable to cry anymore.

At this moment his heart was filled with peace.

Yeah.

It would be better to let Wen Baizhi walk in front of him.

When they were most loving in the past, Si Jiu always worried about his health and what would happen if he died before Wen Baizhi in the future.

He even thought of countless ways to ensure that Wen Baizhi would have no worries about food and clothing after he left.

But now those methods are no longer needed.

Because he was the one who sent Wen Baizhi away.

very nice.

Let him do such a painful thing.