Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

After all, she died at the age of 27 in her previous life. And this kid is only 16. What's there to be embarrassed about?

After a mental battle, Shang Qing thought that the skinny boy lying on the hospital bed was just a little brother.

She vowed solemnly that she could take on the burden of taking care of Ji Xun, but it was her first time taking care of someone else. She was not familiar with the operation and her wiping technique was unfamiliar, so her grandmother began to teach her step by step.

She understood the key points, wrung out the towel soaked in warm water, and carefully extended it to Ji Xun's bony back.

The more I wiped it, the more I felt sad. How could he be so thin? All I could feel with my fingers were bones. His skeleton was probably just that thin. This wasn't how thin a normal person could be! How hard must his life have been!

Her heart ached inexplicably. What a poor little fellow. He was only sixteen years old. A freshman in high school, a year younger than her.

Shang Qing's eyes were a little red, and she wiped them secretly, finally holding back her tears.

Men don't shed tears easily, and girls must be the same. Shang Qing felt a little better thinking this.

It was precisely because of Ji Xun's sentimental mood that Shang Qing no longer cared about the so-called differences between men and women, and began to wipe his body more casually and naturally, without any psychological burden.

Kang Yaolan pressed his thin, cold arm, the touch of which felt like a thin layer of skin, and sighed, "Brother Ji's death was a huge blow to Xiao Xun. Alas."

"Big Brother Ji died after being ill for over six months. During that time, this child ran around to take care of him, becoming increasingly thin and haggard. Later, when Big Brother Ji passed away, there was a simple funeral. He never cried, but simply knelt with his back straight and kowtowed to everyone who came to pay their respects. This child refused to eat a single bite. We tried to persuade him, but he said he had already eaten. If it weren't for Doctor Wang's words, we wouldn't have known that he hadn't eaten in a long time and had anorexia. Alas, it's only been a few days, and he's become even thinner, with only bones left."

Shang Qing listened quietly. She knew it was a good thing for her grandmother to speak out. It would help her feel less depressed and unhappy. But seeing her grandmother's grief, she quickly advised, "Grandma, the nurse has already given him a nutrient solution. He will definitely receive the best care in the hospital."

"Ah... what do you mean by the best care? If Officer Ying hadn't been keeping a close eye on this matter, and hadn't withheld a portion of the money for hospital expenses, would this child still have a chance of survival?"

Shang Qing knew that what grandma said was true.

"Luckily, we found the community and found out. Otherwise, who would take care of this child? Would they rely on nurses? What obligations would they have? This child is so pitiful."

"Oh, you didn't see it. Because no one was taking care of him, I lifted the quilt that day and a strange smell came out. The child was also dirty, and his back was red and swollen, and he had a lot of heat rash. No one cared..."

"Back then, I heard from Brother Ji that this child was the one who loved cleanliness the most. Even when Brother Ji was at his worst, Xiao Xun kept him clean..."

Grandma Kang became more and more sad as she spoke. She choked with sobs and could no longer speak, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Shang Qing quickly took a tissue and gently wiped away her grandmother's tears, comforting her, "Yes, grandma, you said it too. Fortunately, we know about it. With us taking care of him, there will be someone to take care of him. We will make him the happiest child. He is not pitiful."

Shang Qing couldn't imagine what would have happened to him if Grandma Kang and she hadn't come to the hospital to take care of him.

Grandma Kang patted Shang Qing's hand with satisfaction and nodded in agreement.

"Grandma, I can handle this. You go back first." Grandma was quite emotional right now, and it was easy for her to be upset by the scene here. She was ready to let her leave first, but when she saw that she was about to refuse, she specifically said, "Grandma, I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs. Can you go back and make it for me first?"

Watching Grandma Kang leave, Shang Qing sighed and shook her head. This kind and lovely grandma couldn't stand the pitiful people and pitiful things in the world. Isn't this what she likes most about her grandma?

The ward instantly fell silent. Wind blew in through the window, causing the curtains to rise and fall slightly. Mottled shadows from the trees accompanied the sunlight, casting a shadow on the young man.

Shang Qing ran her fingers over Ji Xun's convex back, where a few scattered red spots still lingered. His skin was slightly cool, as if devoid of any trace of life. Yet, she could sense the subtle beating of his heart, as if telling those who cared about him, "Can you help him? Save him?" He was still breathing. He was alive, and he still had the right to live.

After carefully wiping his thin, cold back, Shang Qing turned him back to his original position and laid him flat. Wiping him like this, she had to hold him down with one hand to prevent him from falling onto his side, and wipe him with the other hand, which was really uncomfortable. Next time, would it be possible to just let him lie face down on the bed?

In order to make things easier for himself, Shang Qing began to think about the feasibility of this idea.

I remembered that the nurse said it would be best to give Ji Xun a massage, which would help him recover and prevent his muscle atrophy and body function failure.

Shang Qing thought about it and decided that hands and feet could be used as the first step in the experiment.

Without further hesitation, she first held up Ji Xun's hand. Its joints were distinct, and it was as slender as a bamboo. How could it be so slender and beautiful? Was it a hand model? The most eye-catching thing was the purple marks left by the infusion and the slight scratches. It was conceivable that if it healed properly, it would be perfect.

Shang Qing couldn't help but hold Ji Xun's soft palm and inserted her slightly fleshy fingers into his big hand. The warm and tender flesh touched the slender and cold fingers, creating a visual contrast.

In Shang Qing's view, this is the beauty of tenderness and strength.

This is not the case.

Because Ji Xun was unconscious, his hands were soft and delicate, and they were boneless. On the contrary, Shang Qing's hands were strong, and she was the one who had the power!

Shang Qing's small hands grasped her soft and weak hands. Shang Qing seemed to be in control of everything. She sighed... She also wanted to have a pair of beautiful hands like this. Envy!

After playing with Ji Xun's hands for a while, she began the massage as the nurse taught her.

After patiently massaging his hands and arms one by one, Shang Qing turned his attention to Ji Xun's legs.

She lifted the quilt from his lower body and placed it over Ji Xun's upper body, revealing a pair of straight, slender legs. Although his legs were thin, they were very beautiful. His left calf was injured and bandaged, but his right leg showed off his advantages. The lines were smooth and the ankle was slender. Except for the bruises and purple marks left by the kicks, the rest of his skin was white and tender.

Shang Qing thought, if they weren't so thin, these two legs would definitely be God's masterpiece. Like a work of art.

How could this boy have such perfect straight legs? She was envious, wondering why she didn't have them! But when she thought about what would happen to her legs, her heart ached.

I hope his leg doesn't become lame. Otherwise, it would be such a waste of God's gift. She would ask Doctor Wang about it later!