Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

Doctor Wang naturally knew Ji Xun's family. After all, it was rare to see such peculiar parents. The news had already spread throughout their hospital.

This child's situation is really special. Everyone sympathizes with him, but there is nothing they can do. There are poor people every day, how much can they help?

Now that there is someone willing to take care of him, he is of course happy for the child.

Dr. Wang honestly informed several people of the child's current condition. The first shocker was this: the child's parents had agreed to give up their child's life. But he felt they couldn't give up on the child even if there was a glimmer of hope, so he took on the responsibility despite the pressure.

Ideals are beautiful, but reality is cruel. How can there be so many lucky surprises in the world?

The child was lying there, showing no signs of waking up, unconscious and even showing signs of atrophy in his body functions. He would soon develop some diseases and if this continued, his life would be gone at any moment.

Shang Qing and the others couldn't help but sigh. They certainly hoped the child could pull through this ordeal.

Grandma Kang didn't want Shang Qing to wait here. At the moment, there was nothing she needed to do, so she urged, "Qingqing, go back first. Your Grandma Li and I are here."

Shang Qing knew that there was no point in staying here, so she didn't refuse and left with Officer Yingjia.

Officer Yingjia really liked this little girl and took the initiative to add her contact information.

"Qingqing, I'll call you this from now on, okay?"

"Of course, Officer Ying."

"Are we really that unfamiliar?" Officer Yingjia looked at Shang Qing's slightly red cheeks and said with a smile, "Call me Sister Jia from now on!"

"Okay, Sister Jia." Shang Qing agreed happily without any hesitation.

Yingjia liked her even more. Who wouldn't like such a kind, cute, pure, and most importantly, cute little girl to be her sister?

After returning home, Shang Qing put down the things she bought, recalled the styles of BJD dolls she saw in the mall, and sat down at the desk.

She took out her colored pencils and white paper. She spread out the paper, her pen making a scraping sound as she immersed herself in the sketch of the garment.

She had never learned how to paint, nor had she paid attention to fashion design. For some reason, the moment the pen tip fell, all the inspiration and familiarity came to her, and she did not feel any effort in creating.

In less than an hour, three clothing design drawings of different styles were ready on paper, including details, color matching and fabric requirements.

Then I started making patterns according to the different size requirements of BJD, and it seemed that I learned it by myself.

When all the preparations were done, more than half a day had passed quietly. Seeing her grandmother come in with a sad face, she knew why she was sad, so she didn't ask, but just poured her a glass of honey water.

She took out the gift she had bought for her grandma during the day and let her try it on. Grandma Kang's eyes were red, and she hugged Shang Qing and said, "You don't have any money, so don't buy me anything again! Do you hear me?"

Hearing Grandma's pretended fierce scolding, Shang Qing rested his chin on Grandma Kang's shoulder, patted her and said, "I told you that I will make you happier and happier in the future!"

"Do you really have to make me cry?" Grandma Kang sniffed and patted Shang Qing's back in anger, but she couldn't bear to use too much force, and instead patted her like a caress.

"Grandma, you might really cry later!" Shang Qing thought about it and felt that what she did was really possible.

Grandma Kang was stunned after hearing this irrelevant remark and looked at Shang Qing with some confusion.

Shang Qing smiled, pretending to be mysterious, and said nothing. He just pulled her into the bedroom.

During the day, Shang Qing couldn't bear it any longer when she thought about the torn vest her grandmother was wearing. After finishing the drawing, she started to throw away the garbage.

Grandma Kang was now looking at a large bag on the ground with some clothes and shoes exposed inside. She started a battle to defend the rags.

However, as long as Shang Qing takes action, Grandma Kang is no match for her. It seems that she can hardly last even one round.

Seeing that her grandmother was still trying to secretly take something out of the bag, Shang Qing stopped her, "These all have to be thrown away. Grandma, you are not allowed to pick them up."

"But, but, that dress can still be worn." Grandma Kang was reluctant to part with it, and her face looked pitiful.

"Grandma..." Well, as long as Shang Qing acts coquettishly, everything will be fine. Throw!

Grandma Kang realized that if she didn't find a solution, half of the things in her house might be lost. She glanced at the sewing machine in the corner and came up with a plan: "Qingqing, don't you still want to learn how to sew?"

Grandma Kang found some old cloth and started teaching Shang Qing.

I have to say that Shang Qing is talented. After just a short while, she was able to operate it very skillfully.

After learning how to operate it, Grandma Kang felt a little disappointed. Her granddaughter was too smart and she seemed to lack the sense of accomplishment of participating in it.

Shang Qing is a very delicate girl. After she learned how to operate, she also asked her grandmother how to change the thread, how to replace the needle if it broke, and other questions.

Until everything Grandma Kang could tell was told.

Shang Qing was just waiting for the fabric store to open tomorrow to buy some fabric. She wanted to practice making curtains and table covers first.

Lying on the big bed, rubbing my head against the thin quilt filled with the fragrance of sunshine, I had a good night's sleep.

The next morning, Shang Qing came to Pangjie's cloth shop alone.

When it comes to choosing suitable fabrics, Shang Qing seems very professional. He can tell what kind of fabric it is and whether it is suitable just by touching it.

Because I don’t know how it will sell, and it’s the same old practical problem: I don’t have money.

She favored fresh, elegant patterns and paired them with white, sandy fabric, creating curtains and table covers. Her room resembled her grandmother's. For the baby's clothes, she chose the most suitable fabric based on her own design ideas and didn't buy more. The reason was the same old one: money! No money!

Fat Sister liked Shang Qing so much that she only charged her a hundred yuan and also gave her some curtain accessories and a lot of cloth.

Although it was just a scrap of cloth, it wasn't small at all. Shang Qing was extremely satisfied and delighted. She thanked Fatty again and again. Fatty's chubby, round face looked even more festive.

When I returned to the courtyard, the gate was locked. Grandma must have gone to see the child named Xiaoxun again.

Take out the key, open the door and enter.

Keep fabrics sorted in the closet.

Based on her design ideas for the curtains, Shang Qing turned on the sewing machine and began to work like a little bee.

Shang Qing's hands were incredibly quick. Soon, the exquisitely crafted curtains she had sewn and matched were already hanging in Grandma Kang's room. Her room hadn't been hung yet; the walls were still drying. She planned to tidy up her room in a couple of days.

Shang Qing ate the hot meal her grandmother had left in the pot and then plunged back into her busy sewing world. Soon, two large table covers with matching lace were placed on the desk, giving it a playful touch.

She really enjoyed this process. She loved being able to let go of everything and have a blank world in her mind.

Around 3:00 PM, Grandma returned. Seeing the finished product, her eyes widened in disbelief. Her Qingqing was a little genius. Grandma Kang felt she couldn't achieve such exquisite craftsmanship.