Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

Two days passed like this. Grandma Kang said she had something to do and needed to go to the hospital later to take care of Ji Xun. Shang Qing didn't have much to do either, so she could help her grandmother with some of the burden. So she let her grandmother go and she went to the hospital herself.

Thinking of what the nurse had said, that while massaging, one should also pay attention to turning over and patting the back to prevent aspiration pneumonia, Shang Qing took it to heart and naturally put it into action.

Shang Qing first took Ji Xun's bony hands and massaged, stretched and rubbed them one by one, and then his arms.

After completing the preliminary steps, she moved in front of Ji Xun, bent down, and stretched out her hands to pass through his armpits. Ji Xun's upper body was soft, and as Shang Qing sat up, his neck seemed to be soft as if it had no bones, and his head tilted back.

Seeing his head shaking uncomfortably without any support, Shang Qing quickly pressed it against her shoulders and neck. His pointed chin just happened to rest on her somewhat rounded shoulders, providing excellent support.

Because they were so close, Shang Qing breathed in the distinct hospital disinfectant scent from Ji Xun. Shang Qing didn't find it unpleasant, though. After all, she'd been to the hospital several times recently. Gradually, she'd gotten used to it.

However, Ji Xun does not have just that one smell.

Maybe because I wipe him every day, the smell of disinfectant on his body is mixed with a faint and refreshing body fragrance, which smells very nice.

Shang Qing certainly had reasons for guessing that this clear and pure smell was body odor.

I didn’t know whether my grandma used any scented wipes before. She didn’t use anything in the first few days of taking care of me. She just used pure warm water.

This is a very clean scent, very pleasant to the nose.

Wu Jixun's upper body was too thin, and his bones hurt Shang Qing. She felt even more pity for the boy's hardship.

She simply let his face rest on the crook of her neck, otherwise, his chin would hit Shang Qing's shoulder and hurt.

Shang Qing held the back of Ji Xun's head with one hand. His hair had been shaved off due to surgery, and the short stubble that had grown back felt a bit hard to the touch.

Shang Qing patted Ji Xun's back with a palm in an arc. His movements were a little awkward, and Ji Xun's head swayed slightly with Shang Qing's pats. His breathing was shallow, and his cheek was pressed against Shang Qing's ear, rubbing slightly.

Holding his head, he carefully placed the limp Ji Xun back on the bed and began to massage the uninjured leg and foot.

Just like yesterday, she massaged the soles of her feet first, unconsciously using a little more force, each time heavier than the last.

"Uh...hah..." Ji Xun's chest trembled slightly, and a faint suffocating hum came from his pale lips.

No one knew that Ji Xun, who had become a vegetative state, gave his heart a chance with the sole of his foot, which became the most direct channel for Shang Qing to save him from the darkness.

But Shang Qing, who was listening to music in her headphones, staring intently at the soles of her feet, thinking about how to perform the movements better, didn't hear anything at all.

The soles of Ji Xun's feet were red, as if steaming hot, and Shang Qing felt a sense of accomplishment. The redder the soles of his feet were, the more she felt that her massage was effective.

She massaged the leg muscles. In order to relieve muscle relaxation, she thought for a while and actually bent Ji Xun's good leg. She used a little force and pressed it on the stomach as she would treat a normal person.

Because the opened quilt was softly piled against Ji Xun's upper body, it provided some cushioning when Shang Qing pressed on his legs, so there was no big problem.

Following Shang Qing's movements, Ji Xun's slender, slightly red legs dangled weakly, swaying back and forth several times. Not only did she press down, she also grabbed her calves, shook them, and then pressed down again...

The painful groan from Ji Xun's lips gradually weakened until there was no movement at all.

However, the diaper started to bulge, and Shang Qing, the culprit, had no idea!

Shang Qing finished her massage and began to help Ji Xun wipe his body with warm water. Of course, she absolutely had to miss out on his private parts. She was a girl after all, and no matter how much older she was, he was still a boy! There were differences between men and women!

Ji Xun lay obediently on the bed with his head tilted to the side, his body not moving up or down. Shang Qing was happily humming a song while wiping his back.

Yes, the idea must be put into action, so she did it the next day. Sure enough, she wiped it very easily and effortlessly.

I don’t know if Ji Xun felt uncomfortable lying there, but she was very happy anyway.

After tucking Ji Xun into the blanket and seeing his face, which seemed to have brightened a little, Shang Qing clapped her hands happily and called it a day. This boosted Shang Qing's confidence. She firmly believed that Ji Xun's improvement was due to her excellent massage skills. The hope of waking up was great.

But she had no idea that Ji Xun regained consciousness due to her rough massage, but was later stimulated to fall into unconsciousness.

With just over ten days until school starts, Shang Qing recalls her abysmal grades in her past life and vows to study hard. But studying is never that easy, especially for this uneducated, scumbag student.

She looked at the high school textbooks and found herself completely clueless. In order to make steady progress, she made a plan: in class, she would closely follow the teacher's thinking, and outside of class, she would think of more ways to solve problems.

She asked her grandmother to borrow junior high school textbooks, and started studying the subjects from junior high school, building a knowledge system. Fortunately, it wasn't too difficult. She still had a year, and even if she couldn't get into a top university, she was confident she could get into a decent one.

In front of the desk, Shang Qing sat upright in the eyes of Grandma Kang. She looked at Shang Qing immersed in the world of learning, with the corners of her mouth raised and a gentle smile in her eyes.

"Ding ding ding..." The cell phone made a series of ringing sounds, bringing Shang Qing back from her studies.

She was a little confused. Two days before she traveled back in time, some so-called friends asked her to go out and play, but she refused. After that, no one contacted her again.

She picked up her phone and opened it, showing that there was a message on the platform she registered.

Her eyes lit up, thinking that it might be a customer asking about it.

Sakura is a cat: Hello.

Sakura is a cat: Are you there?

Sakura is a cat: Your little skirt is so beautiful.

Sakura is a cat: This is my child’s dream dress!

Sakura is a cat: I want to place an order, but I can’t find the path.

Sakura is a cat: Are there any left? They can't be sold out. No way, no way, I'm so anxious, so anxious.

Sakura is a cat: Big Boss, are you there?

Sakura is a cat: Are you there? Big Boss?

Looking at all these eager inquiries, Shang Qing burst out laughing. How could this girl be so adorable? She quickly replied, "Honey, there's more. Don't worry."

Sakura is a cat: Wow, big brother, you are here.

Ying Xiao is a cat: I want to place an order, I want to buy the most beautiful clothes for my baby. Are these clothes really taken in photos?

Shang Qing: Yes, dear. Which one do you want?

Sakura is a cat: I want every single one! Every single one! Hehe! Your prices are too cheap. Three cents, four cents, six cents, I want every single one! One set of each. I want all three colors of that couple's outfit!