After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

Rong Heng is a doctor after all, so when he treats the patient, he rarely considers the patient's tolerance to pain.

He could only press his hands quickly, accurately and ruthlessly on Shangsijiu's knees, and then use outward pressure to squeeze out the remaining fluid.

This is undoubtedly a long and painful process.

Wen Baizhi saw that Si Jiu's face turned pale with pain. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly. When the pain was severe, his body would tremble slightly.

It's like a flower that is unable to stand in the wind and rain.

Wen Baizhi hugged him tightly: "Just hold on a little longer, Zijin, it will be fine soon."

After about two cups of tea, Rong Heng finally stopped.

He took out a handkerchief he always carried with him and wiped his palms: "The fluid in this knee should be drained. Then give him the pills and apply a medicine bag to him at night. He shouldn't have any problem walking tomorrow."

Wen Baizhi was relieved: "When will the remaining knee be released?"

Rong Heng thought, "At least we have to see how well his knee recovers. In fact, I think it's best for him not to walk in this state, but he has no other choice. Alas, this vicious cycle continues."

Wen Baizhi certainly knew what was the best way to help Si Jiu recover, but she was just as helpless as Rong Heng.

Rong Heng left the pills behind when he left.

Wen Baizhi helped Si Jiu lie down in the quilt, then handed the pill to his mouth.

Si Jiu swallowed the pill and said, "It's not really the case that I can't walk anymore."

Wen Baizhi took out another candied fruit and gave it to him: "What's not there? You forgot how terrible your knees were just now."

Si Jiu said apologetically: "I can see that you are angry today. I am really sorry."

Wen Baizhi sat cross-legged on the couch casually: "I'm not angry."

Si Jiu looked at her.

"I just don't know how to face you for a moment."

Wen Baizhi expressed her thoughts honestly.

Si Jiu coaxed him, "Why don't you know how to face me? Just be the same as before."

Wen Baizhi opened her mouth several times and then closed it again.

How should she explain to Si Jiu? She had been feeling uncomfortable since she found out what Si Jiu had done to her three years ago.

Thinking of her own corpse, she asked, "You told me that three years ago, a very important person was cremated by you, right?"

Si Jiu's breathing stagnated: "Yes."

Wen Baizhi asked: "After all, I have never heard of anyone being cremated after death before, so before she is cremated, will all her belongings be burned together, or will she keep a few as a memorial?"

She was asking indirectly about the Book of All Nations.

Si Jiu knew that she had the answer she wanted to know.

"Logically, all her things would have been destroyed in the fire, but I couldn't bear to part with them, so I kept a few things for my own good."

Wen Baizhi's eyes lit up when she heard this.

Si Jiu naturally did not miss this change in her eyes.

He guessed that maybe Wen Bai at that time had something on him that Wen Baizhi urgently needed now.

"Like what? What can be left behind?"

Si Jiu said: "In fact, this person has never bought anything for herself in her life. When I saw her, she no longer had any property on her. All she had was a letter written in blood that she hid in her arms."

Wen Baizhi resisted the urge to jump up; this was what she was looking for.

"Oh, after hearing what you said, this person is really not a simple person. But even in this state, there is still a blood|written letter on his body. I guess this blood|written letter must mean a lot to this person."

She controlled her breathing and waited for Si Jiu's answer.

Only then did Si Jiu realize that this was the blood letter that Wen Baizhi wanted.

It's ridiculous that Wen Baizhi can drink and chat happily with Shen Junce and be honest with him, but when facing herself, he has to be so cautious.

Si Jiu said: "Originally, I knew that this blood|book was very important, and I wanted to take it with me, but, it was still discovered by His Majesty, and His Majesty ordered people to snatch the blood|book away. I don't know where it is now."

"What!" Wen Baizhi stood up on the couch loudly.

"Your Majesty, what is Your Majesty doing with this blood book? What is he doing? It's so annoying every day."

She thought she had touched the edge of the matter, but unexpectedly found that it was much more complicated than she thought.

Si Jiu reached for her hand: "Sit down first, don't be anxious."

Wen Baizhi pulled his hand and sat down again.

"From what I know about His Majesty, he values ​​that person very much. His Majesty will definitely keep that person's relics well. If you want to know what this thing looks like, I will find a way to steal it and show it to you."

Wen Baizhi was held by his cold hand and regained some of her sanity.

"I don't force you to do this, and don't put yourself in danger because of this."

Si Jiu smiled: "I won't."

But what he was thinking in his heart was that he had to get this thing for her no matter what.

Ping An was speaking outside the tent at this time: "Master Du, Madam, I have brought the medicine."

Wen Baizhi let go of Si Jiu's hand and walked to the couch: "Send it in."

After Ping An was sent in, he was about to leave when he was stopped by Si Jiu.

"Does the governor have any other instructions?"

Si Jiu lifted the quilt, revealing his swollen knees: "You come and apply the medicine for me."

Ping An and Wen Baizhi were both stunned.

Wen Baizhi thought she was the one who was asked to do this.

Si Jiu explained: "You were too tired earlier. When you applied the medicine, the smell was very blurry. I was afraid that you couldn't adapt to it. So, take this opportunity to go find Cuizhi and have something delicious."

Wen Baizhi muttered: "You treat me like a child."

Seeing this, Ping'an carefully applied the medicine bag on Si Jiu's knee.

Although it is comfortable, the pain is the same.

Seeing how he was trying hard not to let his emotions show, Wen Baizhi knew that it would be best for her to leave.

"Then you can put it on first. I'll go find Cuizhi. After dinner and washing up, I'll come back to sleep with you."

Si Jiu's ears turned red: "Okay, no hurry, take your time, I'll be waiting for you here anyway."

Wen Baizhi left briskly.

As she left, all the expressions on Si Jiu's face disappeared.

He looked at the top of the tent with an indifferent expression.

Whenever Qi Yan'an was in a bad mood or thought of Wen Bai, he would call himself over to humiliate him.

He laughed at himself for being a eunuch and being unable to bring happiness to Wen Bai or anyone else.

He even resented the ghost marriage he had with Wen Bai.

What he didn't get was obtained by a lowly person like me.

Si Jiu's eyes narrowed slightly.

But Qi Yan'an had no idea, whether it was the Wen Bai of the past or the Wen Baizhi of the present.

They were all delivered to him personally by Qi Yan'an.

How could he know.

He couldn't know.

He will never know.