After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

"Why are you so stupid?" Si Jiu hugged Wen Baizhi tightly and said stupid things to her.

Wen Baizhi felt his hard-earned emotions leaking out: "I'm not stupid, I believe in myself, you, and Rong Heng, we will definitely be fine."

Si Jiu stopped talking. He was speechless at the moment. All he could think about was what to do if Wen Baizhi was really infected.

Then he would approach her without hesitation and make himself like her.

He couldn't live without her, no matter what she was like, he couldn't leave her again.

Ping'an and three other young eunuchs holding children were also called back.

After all, he had undergone rigorous training at the Dugong Mansion.

No one panicked after learning that they might have been infected with smallpox.

Instead, everyone calmly avoided the crowd, packed their simple clothes, and came to this yard together to live separately from everyone else.

Since Cuizhi had no contact with them, she was responsible for cooking and delivering meals to everyone outside.

Ping'an and his four friends shared a room, Liu Siniang shared a room, and Rong Heng and Xiaobao shared a room.

The remaining room is where Wen Baizhi and Si Jiu live together.

Cuizhi also packed some things for Wen Baizhi and brought them over.

As Wen Baizhi was making the bed in the room, she couldn't help but think that in modern times, smallpox, also known as chickenpox, would not be contracted once you've had it.

In fact, it is almost only children who get it.

Of course adults can also get it, but as long as they have been vaccinated as children, they will almost never get it.

She also knew some key points of nursing, and she was wondering whether she should tell Rong Heng.

If I tell Rong Heng, will he think about how he knew it?

When Si Jiu saw Wen Baizhi standing there with a pillow in her hands, he walked over.

"What's wrong? What are you thinking about?" he asked.

Wen Baizhi was distracted by his words: "No, I just thought this smallpox was a bit strange."

Si Jiu took the pillow from her hand and placed it on the bed: "I think so too. It's such a coincidence."

No matter if the entire village did not show up, or only Liu Si Niang came out with her child to look for someone.

There are strange coincidences behind this.

If they didn't go there today, they wouldn't meet Liu Si Niang.

What about Xiaobao?

After Wen Baizhi saw that the bed was basically tidied, she pulled Si Jiu to sit beside the bed.

"You should sit down and rest for a while. Your knee must be hurting again when you were standing outside just now."

She said this with certainty, because she also saw that he unconsciously pursed his lips as he secretly endured the pain.

That was the posture he usually used when enduring pain, and she was very familiar with it.

Si Jiu followed her strength and sat next to her.

"It did hurt a bit, but it's better now."

Wen Baizhi never believed what he said, and it was much better: "Then do you mind lifting up your clothes and showing me your knees? I'm just checking. If there is a serious trend, we can also go to Rong Heng immediately."

It was difficult for Si Jiu to refuse her now: "Okay, but if there is something wrong, we can try to handle it ourselves first. After all, Rong Heng is very busy now."

Wen Baizhi slapped her forehead and said, "Look, I forgot about it. I was thinking about you all the time. I was afraid that you were feeling uncomfortable. I forgot that Rong Heng had more important things to do now."

She was telling the truth. She was indeed too concerned and was only thinking about Si Jiu's knees, forgetting everything else.

But when Si Jiu heard what she said, the tips of his ears turned red.

Every thoughtless concern she showed him was kept deep in his heart by him.

I'll wait until I'm separated from her and then take it out to reminisce.

Spend the rest of your life.

Wen Baizhi stood up and squatted in front of Si Jiu: "I'm going to lift up your clothes and look at your knees."

She checked with him again.

Si Jiu smiled and nodded, which was considered the final confirmation.

Wen Baizhi carefully lifted his clothes above his knees, just like she did in the autumn hunting tent before.

"You said it didn't hurt, but look, your knee is red and swollen again."

Si Jiu looked down and realized that it was no wonder that he felt some pain, it turned out that he was really red and swollen.

"Compared to Heiqing, this looks okay."

He even learned how to joke.

Wen Baizhi was about to get the medicated oil and ointment that Rong Heng had prepared for him: "You are just too stubborn and patient. I think even if a knife was placed on your neck, or a dagger was stabbed into your body, you probably wouldn't feel anything."

She said this jokingly.

But Si Jiu listened to it.

She had no idea that the most out-of-control moment in her life of more than 20 years was the day she learned of her death and saw her corpse.

Every day after that, Si Jiu was like a puppet, without any joy, anger, sorrow or happiness of his own, and even less any feeling for the world.

He spent every identical day mechanically and numbly.

Time is just a punishment for him.

But now he has feelings.

With Wen Baizhi by his side, he can return to the time when he was flesh and blood, crying and laughing.

Wen Baizhi naturally didn't know what he was thinking at the moment.

She brought the medicated oil and ointment.

"I learned the knee massage technique from Rong Heng before, and I'll use it with this medicinal oil. But let me tell you first, this is my first time giving someone a massage, and I don't have any experience before. If it hurts you, don't kick me."

Wen Baizhi has already opened the lid of the medicinal oil.

Si Jiu couldn't help but laugh: "Don't worry, I won't hurt you anyway."

Wen Baizhi believed what he said.

So she squatted down with confidence, applied the medicated oil on her palms first, rubbed her hands together to warm them up, and then used her hands to press Si Jiu's knees.

Her hand, bringing with it the warmth and stinging pain of the medicated oil, attacked Sijiu's knee.

Si Jiu did feel discomfort and pain at first, and his whole body tensed up unconsciously.

But he quickly recovered, clenched his fists and pressed them against his sides, enduring the pain in his knees.

Wen Baizhi pressed very carefully and vigorously.

She heard Rong Heng say that the medicated oil should be rubbed into the knees thoroughly.

So she put a lot of effort into it.

Wen Baizhi's body had no martial arts foundation, so after she exerted force, she broke out in a sweat.

She ignored the sweat on her face.

But Si Jiu saw it.

Si Jiu leaned forward slightly, raised his hand and wiped the sweat from her temples with the back of his hand.

Wen Baizhi felt him approaching and stopped moving for a moment.

Soon he continued to press on his knees.

"If you're tired, just take a break." Si Jiu's tone was filled with obvious heartache.

Wen Baizhi raised her arm and wiped the sweat off her cheek: "I'll help you apply the ointment later, and I'm not tired, this is just the beginning."

She was telling the truth.

She just wants her lover to be free from pain and disaster.

She simply exerted some physical effort, but he was actually enduring the pain.

She never felt that she would be hard-working.

The person who works the hardest and suffers the most has always been Si Jiu.