After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

Although she was prepared to remove the arrow for Si Jiu, Wen Baizhi did not dare to act rashly because she had no usable medicine or gauze.

Ping An quickly found what she needed.

These were all the best hemostatic medicines that Rong Heng had used before. They were all in powder form and could be sprinkled directly on the wound to stop the bleeding.

After Ping An delivered the things, Wen Baizhi asked him to go out and help find Rong Heng.

So there were only her and Si Jiu left in the tent.

She looked at Si Jiu who had fallen asleep without her knowing when, and although she was very panicked, she kept comforting herself.

Time is life, Si Jiu can't wait that long.

She was not inexperienced; she had treated the wounded on the battlefield before.

But, those are bystanders.

The person lying unconscious in front of him now is Si Jiu.

Wen Baizhi's heart was beating very fast, and even her breathing became rapid.

She pinched the back of her hand to calm herself down.

It’s okay, it’s okay, Si Jiu can only rely on you now.

She comforted herself in this way.

Finally, she leaned over and used scissors to cut open all the clothes near Si Jiu's wound.

In the end, only the place where the arrow was stuck and a small square of cloth were left.

Afraid that he would be cold, Wen Baizhi pulled the quilt over Si Jiu.

She put the medicine and gauze aside and moved her eyes to the arrow.

She took a look at the arrow and found that the length of the arrow that penetrated into the body was not long.

It looked like only two-thirds of it went in.

It must have been because the messenger was too nervous to assassinate in public, and he did not use his full strength.

This is a good thing for Si Jiu.

This means that after the arrow is pulled out, the bleeding should not be as much as she imagined.

Wen Baizhi pulled the gauze and put it in her hand. She wiped the cold sweat off her face and finally decided to pull out the arrow.

"Zijin, I don't know if you can hear me now, but I have no choice. Rongheng hasn't come back yet, and your wound is still bleeding. If I don't remove the arrow to stop the bleeding, I'm afraid your condition will get worse. Zijin, I'm actually not sure myself, but for you, I'm willing to give it a try."

After encouraging herself, Wen Baizhi knelt beside Si Jiu and looked at the direction where the arrow went.

After confirming several times, Wen Baizhi took a deep breath and pulled out the arrow in the opposite direction of the arrow.

As the arrow was pulled out, the unconscious Si Jiu's body trembled slightly, his brows furrowed, as if he was enduring the pain.

Wen Baizhi didn't dare to stop and immediately sprinkled the medicine on the wound.

Rong Heng is really good at it. I don’t know what kind of medicinal ingredients this powder was used in, but within a moment of sprinkling it on, the wound that was bleeding before slowly stopped bleeding.

Wen Baizhi let out a long sigh, then carefully helped Si Jiu up, letting him lean on her arms. She carefully and slowly bandaged his wound with gauze.

When everything was done, Wen Baizhi finally felt like she could breathe again.

She held Si Jiu, who was still in a coma, and for the first time she felt like she had survived a disaster.

If she were still thinking today, what kind of opportunity would make her fall completely in love with Si Jiu.

That's it for now.

She was so afraid that something would happen to him. Only she, who was always calm and composed, knew how panicked she had just gone through.

She fell in love with Si Jiu.

She confirmed it at this moment.

Although Si Jiu had bandaged his wound, Wen Baizhi was reluctant to put him down due to various reasons and still held him in her arms.

Only in this way, feeling his weak breath and sticking to his slightly cool body, could she feel that she had not lost him.

Just like that, when Rong Heng came in, he saw the two of them still hugging each other.

Si Jiu's wound had been bandaged. Although he was sleeping with a pale face, he was no longer in danger.

When Wen Baizhi saw Rong Heng coming in, she carefully put Si Jiu down and asked Rong Heng to come forward and take his pulse.

Rong Heng put down the medicine box and carefully took Si Jiu's pulse.

"You were not here just now. The situation was urgent, so I had to help him pull out the arrow without permission. I hope nothing will happen. Please take a closer look."

Wen Baizhi stood aside anxiously with her arms folded.

Rong Heng took Si Jiu's pulse first, and then checked his wound.

I found that although there was still blood on the wound, it was not that serious after all.

Wen Baizhi's technique was very professional, even the bandaging just now was very professional, which made him wonder if she had received training somewhere.

But she has always been the eldest daughter of the Wen family, so it must have been a coincidence, otherwise how could she do that.

After checking, Rong Heng stood up and said, "Madam, you did a great job, whether it was extracting the arrow or treating the subsequent wounds, Madam did a great job."

Wen Baizhi was relieved: "I was scared to death, I thought I would hurt him."

Rong Heng comforted him, "Although the wound is not deep, it is close to the heart. If it is a few inches away, it will be dangerous. But it is also because it is close to the heart that the injury there will continue to bleed. Madam did a good job in pulling out the arrow. If you didn't pull out the arrow and waited until I came back, I'm afraid Si Jiu's condition would be even more dangerous."

Wen Baizhi panted slightly: "That's good, that's good, I'm afraid that I didn't treat my wound well, please help me take a look."

Rong Heng said: "Madam has handled it very well. Now I just need to prescribe some medicine and let him drink it when the time comes. As for the wound, just change the medicine every two days."

Wen Baizhi raised her hand and rubbed her face: "Then I feel relieved."

Rong Heng gave a few more instructions and then went back to boil the medicine.

Wen Baizhi was still standing there, looking at Si Jiu on the couch from afar.

After confirming her feelings for him, Wen Baizhi actually felt a little homesick.

Before, when she didn't know, she could stay by his side without restraint, taking care of him every moment of his illness.

But now, why don’t I even dare to get close to him?

Si Jiu groaned unconsciously while sleeping.

Wen Baizhi threw all her concerns behind her. She moved closer to the couch and looked at Si Jiu's condition carefully.

"Well......"

Si Jiu groaned unconsciously, probably because the wound was still very painful.

Wen Baizhi saw that Si Jiu's upper body was only covered with gauze on the wound, and he must be very cold.

There was some blood around the wound, including on the face.

She fetched a basin of hot water, wet a towel with it, and slowly wiped the blood off his body and face.

When she finally wiped it on her face, she thought of the look he gave her before he passed out.

Even Wen Baizhi, a veteran of many battles, was touched by the look of trust.

The most difficult thing to obtain between people may not be love, but trust.

Si Jiu has always trusted herself and respected all her decisions.

He could even put life and death in her hands.

Wen Baizhi wiped the bloody corner of Si Jiu's mouth.

He was always so scarred, but he always made her feel particularly distressed.

Just now, Wen Baizhi thought of the countless injured people she had seen on the battlefield in the past.

But in her eyes, they were just bystanders, and she would only do her best to help them find military doctors for treatment.

But there is only Si Jiu, only Si Jiu.

He was the one she cared for completely and wholeheartedly.

Wen Baizhi confirmed her feelings once again, put down the handkerchief, leaned over, and slowly placed a kiss on the cold corner of Si Jiu's mouth.

From now on, you are mine.

she thought.