After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

The steps are the same as last time, but the difference is that Si Jiu's remaining knee is more serious than the previous one.

It's understandable. After all, the knee has been worn out over the past few days, so it's natural that the pain will be more serious.

So when the accumulated fluid was being drained, Si Jiu's reaction was greater than the previous time.

Wen Baizhi stood by his side with a nervous look on her face: "Zijin, lean on me. If you feel too uncomfortable, you can hold my hand."

Si Jiu smiled palely: "I can bear it."

At worst he could bite his tongue and would never do anything to hurt her.

Wen Baizhi looked at Si Jiu's knees with an expression of pity.

His calves were also exposed to her.

On the straight and slender calf was a swollen, dark purple knee.

Just seeing it is frightening, not to mention that this person endures the pain and walks one step after another every day.

In between acupuncture treatments, Rong Heng also reminded Wen Baizhi: "His condition is much more serious today than before. Please help support him and keep his knee fixed. We must not let this go to waste."

Wen Baizhi agreed with a firm look in her eyes.

She stretched out her hands to help hold down Si Jiu's knees.

As soon as he touched his knee, he saw Si Jiu instinctively shudder.

She asked hurriedly: "Does it hurt?"

Si Jiu adjusted his breathing: "Nothing."

Rong Heng said, "The last needle will be injected soon. It will hurt a lot. Be prepared."

Si Jiu's forehead was already covered with cold sweat: "Fall."

At this moment, even Wen Baizhi became extremely nervous, and her breathing unconsciously slowed down.

When the last needle fell, all the pain that Si Jiu had suppressed before exploded at this moment.

Si Jiu suddenly straightened up in pain, and then bent his waist like a mountain falling.

His hands were tightly clutching the clothes at his sides, and his veins were bulging from the force.

"Uh......"

He couldn't help but cry out in pain, and even a black fog seemed to suddenly appear in front of his eyes, making it difficult for him to see clearly.

Seeing him exposing his pain to everyone for the first time, Wen Baizhi quickly withdrew her hands from him and instead stepped forward to hug his shoulders.

She looked at Si Jiu's pale face and felt indescribable heartache.

She asked Rong Heng: "He is in so much pain, what should I do?"

Rong Heng had no other choice: "The condition of this knee is already very serious. The longer we delay, the worse it will get. Now we have no choice but to persevere."

Wen Baizhi hugged Si Jiu tightly.

She finally understood why Rong Heng had said last time that only one knee could be drained at a time.

Because Si Jiu really can't bear it.

The waiting time seemed to be unusually long.

Si Jiu was in so much pain that he didn't even have the strength to speak out to comfort her.

He leaned sweatily in Wen Baizhi's arms, enduring the waves of severe pain coming from his knees alone.

His lips had been bitten by him and were bleeding.

Wen Baizhi saw this but couldn't make him let go.

After all, he needed a way to divert the pain.

Finally, it was time to remove the needles, and Rong Heng removed all the needles skillfully.

Wen Baizhi looked at him: "Are you done?"

Rong Heng said nothing, but just reached out and poked Si Jiu's knee.

This poke directly triggered the pain that Si Jiu had suppressed with great difficulty.

Si Jiu raised his hand and grabbed Wen Baizhi's clothes.

"Well......"

Wen Baizhi was a little angry: "Wasn't it more painful for him when you poked him?"

Rong Heng explained: "Madam, don't be angry. I just wanted to check the effect of the acupuncture. I just pressed it, and the accumulated fluid will be discharged slowly like last time."

Wen Baizhi felt relieved: "That's good, it's too much suffering."

Rong Heng continued, "Although both knees have been drained of fluid this time, we still have to pay attention to maintenance afterwards. In my opinion, you still can't kneel for a long time, not even kneel at all."

How could Wen Baizhi not know: "It's just that we can't do anything about it."

Rong Heng sighed and said, "Yeah, we have no other options. You stay with him, I'll go write him a prescription and have Ping An bring it over for him to drink to consolidate the effect."

Wen Baizhi nodded.

Si Jiu on this side was completely speechless after being hit by several attacks of pain.

Even breathing seemed difficult.

Wen Baizhi wiped the cold sweat off his face with her sleeve: "Thank you for your hard work. Rong Heng said that the accumulated fluid will be discharged slowly like last time. If it is discharged, it means that we have succeeded this time."

Si Jiu was speechless and just smiled in her arms.

Wen Baizhi tried to place him on the pillow, but Si Jiu grabbed her wrist just as she was about to move.

Wen Baizhi lowered her head and saw the dependence that could not be hidden in his eyes.

She touched his hair tenderly: "Be good, I'll just put you on the pillow so I can help you clean the fluid."

Si Jiu looked at her stubbornly and still didn't let go.

In fact, with his current strength, Wen Baizhi could break free with a slight struggle.

But she was reluctant to leave.

As if possessed by a ghost, she tilted her head back and placed a kiss on his forehead.

Just as she thought, it was just a kiss of comfort.

Unexpectedly, Si Jiu didn't react to her kiss on his forehead at first.

By the time he reacted, his pupils first contracted and then dilated, and his breathing first quickened and then slowed down.

Like a person being rescued from drowning, Wen Baizhi was worried that he might faint.

Sure enough, the man who could endure such pain just now fainted after she kissed his forehead.

Wen Baizhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

She placed him on the pillow with amusement.

He took the handkerchief again and slowly wiped the fluid off his knee.

Si Jiu didn't wake up until she finished wiping.

Wen Baizhi even sighed that the power of her kiss was so great.

She called Ping'an and asked him to change Si Jiu's clothes.

After everything was done, Si Jiu still didn't wake up.

Wen Baizhi felt angry and amused.

But she was also reflecting on whether the kiss she just gave had crossed the line.

After all, this is ancient times, not the modern times where she lived.

People here are still very conservative, even a kiss on the forehead that symbolizes comfort is not accepted.

Wen Baizhi decided to apologize to Si Jiu as soon as he woke up.

After waiting for almost two hours, Si Jiu finally woke up.

Wen Baizhi had been waiting for him to wake up, so she noticed him the moment he woke up.

She came closer and said, "You're awake. Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

Si Jiu's memory still lingers on the kiss she gave him on the forehead at the end.

His face turned red.

Wen Baizhi thought he had a fever again, so she touched his forehead.

"It doesn't feel hot to the touch, but it looks like you have a fever."

Sijiu saw her touching his forehead, exactly where she kissed him.

He began to itch all over.

Seeing that his eyes were still blank, Wen Baizhi guessed that his misunderstanding was caused by her behavior just now.

So she said, "Zijin, I know that my previous kiss on your forehead was not a good thing."

As soon as she said this, she saw Si Jiu staring at her.

She went on to explain, "But whether you believe it or not, in our country, sometimes a kiss doesn't represent love, it can also be a symbol of comfort. So don't think too much about the kiss I gave you on the forehead just now. It was just a comfort."

But don't think about it too much and make yourself faint.

Wen Baizhi didn't say this out loud, she just thought about it in her heart.

She didn’t know if it was her illusion, but as soon as she explained this, Si Jiu’s face turned from red to pale.

The light that had just flickered in his eyes suddenly went out.