After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

Si Jiu's voice became smaller and smaller, and by the end it was almost inaudible.

But without exception, he called out Wen Bai's name in his daze.

Obviously, he was enduring inhuman torture and pain at this moment, but he still used his last bit of strength to call out the name of the person who had been gone for three years.

It was as if just shouting the name could relieve the pain.

Wen Baizhi didn't care whether he liked Wen Bai more or Wen Baizhi more.

She just hoped that he would wake up and recover soon.

But Sijiu's condition was more serious than she saw.

Not only was he running a fever, but his stomach, which hadn't had a good meal for three days, was also protesting.

Si Jiu was good at enduring pain, but at this point he could no longer distinguish between dreams and reality.

So all his pain was expressed by him.

He was in so much pain that he kept crawling into Wen Baizhi's arms.

"It hurts, Wen Bai, it hurts so much."

At this moment, there was no place on his body that didn't hurt, inside and out.

He couldn't tell exactly where it hurt, he could only subconsciously move closer to a place he thought was safe.

Wen Baizhi bent down and hugged his shoulders: "Zijin, it's okay, I'll find some medicine for you later, and you'll be fine after taking it."

Ping'an was sent by her to the kitchen to find someone to cook porridge. He would probably come to report to her when the porridge was ready.

She planned to wait for Ping An to come and ask him to find the nearest doctor to help Si Jiu.

She didn't dare to leave Si Jiu like this. She was afraid that if she left again, he would really go crazy.

When Si Jiu heard that he would be fine after taking medicine, he subconsciously retorted, "It won't be fine, it won't be fine."

Wen Baizhi put her ear against his cheek: "Zijin, what are you saying won't get better."

At this moment, Si Jiu's consciousness was completely floating in the air, and all the saddest things in the past emerged in his mind.

He saw himself being knocked unconscious and then dragged into a small dark room used for cleansing.

He woke up again with a pain in his lower body so severe that it seemed to tear his soul apart.

"I won't be well," he repeated in Wen Baizhi's arms, "I will never, ever be well."

He used the word forever.

The one who came out of that small dark room was him with only half of his soul left.

He will never be able to piece himself together as a complete person for the rest of his life.

Wen Baizhi didn't know that he was thinking about his purification three years ago. She just thought that he was feeling too uncomfortable now, so he said that he would never get better.

"You will be fine, Zijin, I promise you, I will always be by your side, if you are sick I will accompany you to treat, if you are sad I will be by your side to accompany you, Zijin, you will be fine, you will be fine."

She repeated it unconsciously, and couldn't tell whether she was comforting Si Jiu or comforting herself who was at a loss at the moment.

When Ping'an brought the porridge, Wen Baizhi hurriedly asked him to go find a doctor nearby.

She added, "But this is at the post station after all. So, go find the waiter first, give him some money, and ask him to help ask if there is a doctor at the post station. Hurry."

Ping'an did not dare to slack off. He put down the porridge and went to find the waiter.

Perhaps it was really a blessing from the gods, as there was a doctor in the post station who was going to another town to help.

Ping An brought him to Si Jiu's room.

When the doctor came in carrying the medicine box, Wen Baizhi finally felt relieved.

She put Sijiu down on the pillow.

Si Jiu, who had a high fever, had cold sweat on his forehead, and his hair was stuck together by sweat, becoming loose and messy.

The doctor who was invited quickly took Si Jiu's pulse.

"Doctor, he has a serious stomach problem and it must have happened just now."

When the doctor heard what Wen Baizhi said, he lifted the quilt again and pressed Si Jiu's stomach with his hands.

Just a slight touch and the unconscious Si Jiu cried out in pain.

"Ugh... it hurts..."

Wen Baizhi wanted to go up to him and hold his hand to coax him, but the doctor was still diagnosing him and couldn't be disturbed.

The doctor looked at it carefully again and finally stood up.

"Doctor, how is he?"

The doctor walked to the table, took out a pen and paper, and said, "I see that he has always been weak and sickly, and his stomach has been full of problems for a long time. In addition, he has had a high fever for several days. His body is now at the end of its strength."

Wen Baizhi knew that Si Jiu was very ill, but she was still scared when the doctor told her the truth.

"What should I do then, doctor?"

The doctor was writing a prescription: "He has a weak spleen and stomach. Logically, many common medicines cannot be used directly on him. But now it happened suddenly. If we don't use some strong medicine, I'm afraid he won't be able to make it."

He handed the written prescription to Wen Baizhi: "This is the prescription I wrote. We need to find a pharmacy to get the medicine and boil it for him to take. However, it takes two hours for a fast horse to go back and forth from here to the nearest town."

Wen Baizhi put away the prescription and said, "It's okay. As long as he can be cured, I will send someone to the nearest pharmacy to get the medicine as soon as possible."

The doctor could naturally guess the extraordinary identities of Wen Baizhi and his group from their clothing and expenses, and he believed that they had this ability.

"It's just that the dosage I prescribed is very high, higher than what ordinary people use, but there is nothing I can do about it. He is too ill now and needs to wake up as soon as possible. A person must first have independent consciousness before he can survive."

Wen Baizhi naturally knew that Si Jiu was too ill and even kept mentioning Wen Bai's name.

"I know this doctor. Thank you. I'll have someone give you the consultation fee later."

Unexpectedly, the doctor waved his hands and refused: "No, it's okay. I just took his pulse and prescribed medicine. I didn't do anything. It's fate that we meet here. As long as he can wake up safely, it will be fine."

Before leaving, the doctor reminded him, "This prescription needs to be boiled thickly before he drinks it. After drinking it, he should feel very uncomfortable and his body will react greatly, but this is normal. As long as he wakes up in the end, everything will be fine."

After Wen Baizhi wrote down everything, she arranged for Ping An to find someone to ride a fast horse to get the medicine according to the prescription.

Although this is not the prescription prescribed by Rong Heng, there is no other way now.

He also asked Ping'an to find the waiter and give the doctor the money for his hotel stay and meals.

Wen Baizhi never owed anyone anything. If he asked her not to pay for the consultation, she would make up for it in other ways.

After arranging everything, she returned to Si Jiu.

He was still sleeping unconsciously.

Unaware of what's happening outside.

Wen Baizhi squatted in front of his bed and tidied up the loose hair on his forehead.

"I regret it," she said, "whether it was the past three years or the past three days, I regret it Zijin."

As Wen Bai, she never really looked at Si Zijin at that time. She only knew how to pursue the freedom and peace she wanted.

But now that she has been reborn as Wen Baizhi, she has forgotten how fragile Si Jiu is.

When she didn't see him for half a month during the autumn hunting, she didn't feel anything.

But she regretted not seeing him for just these three short days. She hated herself for not taking a little time to see him.

Tell him to eat some food and get some sleep.

Maybe his condition wouldn't be so serious now.

But there are no ifs in life.

Wen Baizhi also knew that the past could not be retrieved.

She leaned over and placed a kiss on Sijiu's dry, chapped lips.

"Get well soon, Zijin."

She still had a lot to say to him.