After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

Just when Wen Baizhi came back with the porridge excitedly, Si Jiu had already been lying on the side of the bed, gasping for breath due to an overreaction to the drugs.

Wen Baizhi stepped forward to support him: "Zijin, are you starting to feel uncomfortable?"

Si Jiu just felt hot all over. Unlike the lingering heat of a high fever, his heat now was pure, the kind that made him want to sweat.

He pulled at the collar of his shirt: "It's hot."

"Hot?" Wen Baizhi also noticed the difference in him now.

Soon, beads of sweat began to roll down Si Jiu's forehead.

It's the kind of big beads of sweat that feel like being under the scorching sun.

Wen Baizhi took out a handkerchief and wiped away the sweat for him.

She now understood what the doctor meant by the large dosage.

It should be to reduce Si Jiu's fever quickly, and the medicine prescribed will make him sweat a lot.

As he sweated more, his fever naturally went down.

While the sweat on Si Jiu's forehead was still pouring down, his stomach began to ache.

Si Jiu's body struggled, and he tried to use his hands to press down on his stomach which was beginning to hurt.

But he was afraid that Wen Baizhi would worry.

Finally, he mustered up his courage, pulled Wen Baizhi's hand over and placed it on his abdomen.

Wen Baizhi immediately understood his intention: "Do you have a stomachache?"

Si Jiu's cheeks, which were originally red due to the high fever, now turned pale.

He didn't need to answer, Wen Baizhi knew his answer.

"Let me rub it for you. It's okay, Zijin. The medicine I just took is taking effect. I'll just rub it for you."

Wen Baizhi helped Si Jiu lean against her, while she leaned against the bedpost for support.

She wiped Si Jiu's sweat while rubbing his belly.

She kept comforting him, "It's okay, Zijin. The reaction means that this medicine is effective for you. If it is effective, your illness will be cured immediately."

She was comforting Si Jiu, and at the same time comforting herself.

She never wanted to see Si Jiu again, who was calling Wen Bai's name so desperately in his coma.

Si Jiu closed his eyes tightly in her arms.

Wave after wave of unknown pain came from every corner of his body, like huge waves, pushing him to the shore again and again.

But Wen Baizhi's words and actions were like a floating boat, always able to ferry him back to the shore.

This wave of unbearable pain lasted for about a cup of tea. Si Jiu sat up from Wen Baizhi's arms with his hair soaked, as if he had been fished out of the water.

"Are you feeling better?" Wen Baizhi asked worriedly when she saw him like this.

Si Jiu nodded: "Much better."

Wen Baizhi was about to touch his forehead to see if his fever had subsided.

Before his hand could reach his forehead, it was stopped by Si Jiu's cold hand.

Wen Baizhi looked at him in confusion.

After all, he had never stopped himself from touching his forehead every time before.

Si Jiu explained somewhat unnaturally: "I sweat so much, your hands will get dirty if you touch it."

Wen Baizhi clapped her hands to knock his hands down, and regardless of his attempts to stop her, she still touched his forehead.

"The medicine the doctor prescribed is indeed effective. Your forehead doesn't feel so hot anymore."

She touched her forehead again and found that the temperature of Si Jiu's forehead was almost the same as hers.

From this she concluded: "Your fever should be temporarily gone."

She said it was temporary because she was still worried that he would have a fever again at night.

Although Si Jiu's stomach was still a little bloated and painful, it was still within the tolerable range.

Without the pain to divert his attention, he could now smell all kinds of unpleasant odors coming from his body.

The smell of sweat and the pungent smell of vomiting just now.

There might even have been a smell of urine, he hadn't noticed.

He whispered to Wen Baizhi: "Can I take a bath?"

He was prepared that Wen Baizhi would disagree and that he would plead a few more times.

But I never thought that Wen Baizhi would agree immediately.

"You can take a bath," she said, "but you have to listen to me about how and how long you take."

Wen Baizhi knew that Si Jiu always washed himself clean. He knew that he had so much unpleasant smell on his body now, and he was afraid that he would not have a peaceful night.

She didn't want him to have any psychological burden.

So even though he knew, given Si Jiu's current physical condition, taking a bath in such late autumn might not be the best choice.

But she would still be willing to work hard to create conditions just to make him feel more comfortable.

Si Jiu naturally agreed to all her conditions: "I will agree to all your conditions."

So, Wen Baizhi directed Ping'an to bring in many charcoal braziers to warm the room.

He also gave the kitchen a lot of money so that they could supply hot water here continuously.

As soon as the water temperature drops, hot water must be added to ensure that Si Jiu does not have any chance of catching a cold.

She even ordered people to heat up the clothes that Si Jiu was going to change after taking a bath over a charcoal basin.

Just so that he won’t get cold when he puts on his clothes after taking a bath.

As for the bed where he slept, she naturally placed a glass bottle filled with hot water there.

In this way, under her careful arrangement, Si Jiu felt warm and comfortable in every step and took a good bath.

Wen Baizhi was naturally not there when he was taking a shower.

He was always served by Ping An.

Although he used to bathe alone and never needed anyone to serve him.

But Wen Baizhi disagreed.

She was worried that something might happen to him while he was taking a shower, and no one would notice it in time, leading to a disaster.

Si Jiu agreed to all her requests.

He was happy to see Wen Baizhi worrying about his affairs.

He is happy to do so.

In this way, he took the most memorable, warm bath he had ever had.

After he finished washing and put away everything in the room, Wen Baizhi returned to his room with the steam from his shower.

Si Jiu was very surprised that she came again.

After all, there was a glass bottle she had placed in the quilt where he was lying.

He thought she would not come at night, so she left the glass bottle for him to keep warm.

But I never thought that she would come.

When Wen Baizhi came in, she was holding a large handkerchief in her hand.

She guessed that Si Jiu would wash his sweaty hair.

I also guessed that he wouldn't take the initiative to dry his hair.

So she came to help him dry it.

She sat down on the bed and said, "Come closer to me. I'll help you dry your hair."

Si Jiu followed her instructions and sat closer to her.

Wen Baizhi then covered his head with the scarf.

Slowly and carefully wipe from the end of his hair to the top of his head.

While wiping her hair, she sighed: "Your hair is really good, soft and comfortable to touch."

Si Jiu didn’t know what hair quality meant. He only knew that as long as Wen Baizhi liked it, it was good.

"I like it. If you like it, touch me more."

Perhaps he was dazzled by the warmth and overwhelmed by Wen Baizhi's words, so he actually said these words to Wen Baizhi.

Wen Baizhi didn't seem to expect him to say such straightforward words.

But she still followed her own wishes and rubbed his head hard.

"I've always been very possessive about the things I like."

She said.