After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

The two hours of waiting for the medicine to arrive were the two most difficult hours for Wen Baizhi in the past few days.

Si Jiu couldn't rest in his sleep, and he kept groaning while holding his stomach.

He folded his body in half and instinctively used his knees to push against his growling stomach.

Wen Baizhi was afraid that this would hurt his stomach even more, so she tried to make him sleep straight.

But Si Jiu, who was in a coma, could not hear her request. He just followed his instinct of pain and did what he thought was right.

His strength was even greater than usual, and Wen Baizhi was unable to pull him apart.

She knelt on the bed and hugged his head: "Zijin, Zijin, can you hear me? If you can still hear me, please relax, okay? Don't be so tense, your body can't stand it, Zijin."

She was so anxious that her forehead was covered in sweat, and her hair looked not much neater than Si Jiu's.

But she still insisted on helping Si Jiu relax his body.

He really couldn't stand any more harm.

Wen Baizhi kept repeating the same words, and even when her mouth was dry, she still refused to stop.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, perhaps because Si Jiu was tired, or perhaps because what Wen Baizhi said worked, Si Jiu finally lay down and released her hands that were covering her stomach.

Wen Baizhi was pardoned.

She kept kissing Si Jiu's hair as if she had survived a disaster.

But before she could be happy for long, Si Jiu pushed her hand away, lay down on the head of the bed, and vomited a pool of blood on the ground.

The blood was bright red, and Wen Baizhi's eyes were filled with this red.

After vomiting blood, Si Jiu lay on the edge of the bed and continued to vomit vigorously.

But he had hardly eaten a grain of rice in the past three days, and what he vomited out now was just stomach acid.

He vomited so hard that his bent back looked like a fully drawn bow and his bulging vertebrae looked like they were about to break out of a cocoon.

Wen Baizhi moved to his side and patted his back.

This was not the first time he had vomited so heartbreakingly in front of her.

Wen Baizhi put one hand around Si Jiu's shoulder to prevent him from falling off the bed.

The other hand kept patting his back to comfort him.

After vomiting everything, Si Jiu fell back onto the pillow exhausted.

He opened his mouth wide, like a dehydrated fish, and breathed in big gulps of fresh air.

His eyes also opened.

Wen Baizhi held his hand: "Zijin, are you awake?"

What she wants to see most now is Si Jiu waking up.

Si Jiu took a few more breaths and slowly closed his wide-open mouth.

His eyes slowly regained their focus, and finally his gaze fell on Wen Baizhi.

"Angelica dahurica."

Because of the high fever and severe vomiting just now, Si Jiu's voice now sounded turbid as if it had been burned by cigarettes.

But Wen Baizhi clearly heard the name he called.

Since her rebirth, she has never felt that the name Bai Zhi could be so nice.

"You're awake," she couldn't hold back any longer and threw herself into Si Jiu's arms, "You're finally awake."

Her voice even had a hint of tears in it.

God knows, she, who never cries, really wants to cry at this moment.

Si Jiu raised his hand with great effort and placed it on Wen Baizhi's back: "Why are you here?"

He had been drowsy since he got on the carriage, and his last memory was that Wen Baizhi was not in the room. He thought she had left.

But now he just woke up from a nap and saw her in front of him.

Even in his own arms.

He felt like he had encountered a huge surprise, so surprised that his voice trembled slightly.

After all, he really thought she was gone.

Wen Baizhi still lay in his arms and refused to get up: "This is a long story. I'll explain it to you when you feel better."

The most important thing now is Si Jiu's health.

As long as he recovered, she would have plenty of time to slowly explain to him the three days she had been apart from him.

When Si Jiu looked over, he could only see the top of her head and her black hair scattered on both sides.

He held his breath and slowly reached out to wrap a strand of her hair around his index finger.

He silently enjoyed his closeness to her.

Seeing that Si Jiu hadn't replied, Wen Baizhi was worried that he had fainted again, so she quickly got up to check on him.

Her hair was still wrapped around Si Jiu's fingertips. When she stood up, Si Jiu didn't react in time.

"what."

Wen Baizhi cried out in pain and touched her head.

Si Jiu was glad that he had only hooked a few strands of her hair, which now fell on his fingertips.

While he was concerned about Wen Baizhi's situation, he calmly rubbed the hair on his fingers into his palm and held it tightly.

Wen Baizhi was not such a pretentious person. It was just an unknown pain, and she quickly put it behind her.

"Zijin, the medicine will be here soon. Just hold on and you'll be fine after you finish taking the medicine."

Her hair lay peacefully in Si Jiu's palm. Si Jiu didn't dare to say a word. He just looked at her and nodded.

Wen Baizhi touched his forehead and said, "It's still very hot. It's okay. Just drink the medicine and it will be fine. It's okay."

After calming down, Si Jiu soon smelled an unpleasant odor coming from the bed.

He vaguely remembered that he had vomited violently just now.

There was no doubt that the unpleasant smell came from the filth he vomited.

He instinctively wanted to get up and look at the filth: "I'm sorry, it smells terrible."

Before, after he vomited, the waste would be disposed of quickly.

But now there were only the two of them in the room.

Natural filth will not disappear quickly as usual, but the pungent smell will remain for a long time.

Wen Baizhi knew what he was thinking at the moment, and quickly suppressed his body that was about to get up.

"I've told you many times, Zijin, you don't need to apologize to me. Only those who make mistakes need to apologize. But you're not wrong. It's not your fault that you're sick, and it's not your fault that you're vomiting. It's just a pile of filth. I'll find someone to take care of it later."

But Si Jiu still had to get up. He wished he could get rid of this filth right now.

How could someone as pure as her have her eyes polluted by such filth?

Seeing that she couldn't hold him down, Wen Baizhi raised her hand to cover his nose, and then covered her own nose with her other hand.

When Si Jiu was touched by her, he stopped getting up and stared at her in a daze.

Wen Baizhi's voice came from behind her hand.

"From now on, you can't smell it, and I can't smell it either, so let's not think about it anymore, okay?"

At this moment, Si Jiu's nose was filled with the fragrance of her hands.

Even the warmth from her palms made him freeze in place.

Seeing that he had really calmed down, Wen Baizhi said, "As long as the problem can be solved, it is not a problem. Zijin, you must remember this sentence forever."

“If you can’t solve a problem, just ignore it and don’t think about it. Just treat it as solved in your mind. As long as you can keep this principle in mind, you will be able to relax a lot.”

Never get entangled and bothered by meaningless things.

But Si Jiu inexplicably thought about life and death.

"Where's death?"

He thought so and asked so.

"What would you do if the person you care about most in this world disappeared or died?"