Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

Shang Qing felt in her pocket and pulled out a phone covered in a large, exaggerated pink case. This color and style combination was far from cute.

The corners of her mouth twitched. She didn't have time to think about whether it looked good or not. She had urgent things to do now.

Using the emergency method, Shang Qing dialed 110 and reported to the police: there was a gang fight in the alley and the boys had escaped. Because the beaten teenager was seriously injured, she needed to take him to the hospital. She asked the police to find her at the hospital. She remembered the appearance of the three boys and could provide clues.

Looking at the eye-catching latest model mobile phone in her hand, Shang Qing sighed. If she could remember the password and take a photo, it wouldn't be so troublesome to describe the appearance of the three people to the police.

Putting the phone back into her trouser pocket, she frowned slightly and looked helplessly at the thin boy lying on the ground.

The ground had already become like a scalding iron plate, burning people with pain. However, the boy was unusually well-behaved and didn't struggle at all.

The boy was beaten beyond recognition. His skinny face, the size of a palm, was badly swollen. There was a cut on his forehead that was bleeding a lot. It was unknown whether he had any other hidden injuries on his head.

The exposed skin on his body was blue and purple, a horrible sight. One arm was bent, blood was oozing from the calf of one leg, and his ankle and calf were strange and twisted.

The boy wasn't unconscious; he was looking at her with half-open eyes, but his pupils were lifeless. It was obvious that he was breathing with some difficulty.

The chest that had been gasping violently just now gradually began to tremble weakly, the body suddenly rose up, and large mouthfuls of blood vomited out from the lips.

Oh no! Is this boy dying? She can't waste any more time!

When she called the police, she had already made a plan. She remembered the surrounding area and found the best solution.

This area is a winding alleyway, making it difficult for private vehicles to enter. Even if they could get in, it would be less convenient and quicker than walking or riding a bicycle. An ambulance would be too big a target and would get stuck once it entered. This was definitely the first thing to be ruled out.

The city hospital certainly had the most advantageous medical facilities, but this place was too far away. If the boy was sent there, he might die before he even arrived. The risk was too great. She wasn't one for taking risks; she preferred playing it safe.

There happened to be a hospital nearby, and it wasn't too small. As long as she left the alley, she could get there. Calculating the time, at her running speed, she could definitely get there in six or seven minutes.

Shang Qing didn't delay any longer, squatted down, carefully put his twisted arm in place, stretched one hand behind Ji Xun's back to hold his shoulders, and stretched the other hand forward from the back of his legs to steady his legs.

Shang Qing felt the coldness. This boy, his skin was icy cold. In such sweltering heat, he had been lying on the scorching ground for so long. Except for the skin that had been in contact with the ground, which was warm, the rest of his skin was cold?

Holding Ji Xun in the most appropriate position, his head drooped weakly. Shang Qing lifted him up horizontally, and his slender neck stretched backwards as Shang Qing stood up, revealing his small, round, and delicate Adam's apple.

As Shang Qing stood up, his arms and legs sagged, swaying slightly from inertia. A strange, snoring sound emanated from his blood-soaked mouth.

Perhaps it was because of the sudden change in body position, or perhaps it was because it was too painful, but he felt dizzy and painful, and his half-open eyes turned white.

Seeing Ji Xun's head leaning back in pain, Shang Qing frowned, steadied himself, and used his right arm to hold Ji Xun's head firmly in his arms, keeping his entire upper body within a controllable range.

It was unbelievable that a skinny girl, standing only 1.66 meters tall, could lift a boy who was 1.78 meters tall without any effort. But Shang Qing had never considered it. Perhaps she had never found it strange.

What she was focusing on now was how light and thin the boy was. His arms and exposed ankles were so thin and delicate that they seemed to break at the slightest fold. His limp, drooping figure had a certain kind of frail, youthful beauty.

However, thinking of the urgency of the situation, she didn't have time to lament any further. She could only hug him tightly and run to the hospital as fast as she could. After all, the boy's life was slipping away. And she might be able to buy him a chance to survive.

The reason for this thought is because Shang Qing's memory shows that this young man was indeed dead in his previous life. So now, can she rewrite his fate?

Because it was the hottest time of the afternoon, and this was an alleyway area with few people passing through normally, and now there was no one on the street, no one noticed this strange scene. After all, how could a petite girl hugging a boy taller than herself not be surprising?

Ji Xun was indeed well-protected by Shang Qing, but because it was summer and he was wearing a short shirt, the sequined fabric rubbed against his exposed skin, causing some discomfort. However, because his injuries were so severe, the pain was not so unbearable.

His severely injured body swayed and jolted, and Ji Xun grew even more drowsy. He could see Shang Qing's small, fair chin and hear the sound of the wind mixed with her labored breathing as she ran. It formed the most beautiful musical symphony he had heard this summer.

Inexplicably, his previously cold heart felt warm, and the word "security" popped up in his mind. This was the first person who gave him this feeling, besides his grandfather.

While running, Shang Qing tried his best to hold Ji Xun in his arms firmly to reduce the vibration, but even so, Ji Xun vomited blood again and his face became even paler.

Holding the boy, who was getting colder and colder, Shang Qing became even more anxious. She was truly worried that he would lose his life in her arms. However, all she could do now was to try to keep him as steady as possible.

"Doctor! Doctor! Help! Save him! He's dying!" Shang Qing started running and shouting as soon as he entered the hospital gate, attracting the attention of people around him.

The doctor on duty saw a girl dressed strangely rushing in holding a boy covered in blood. She quickly ran over to inquire about the situation and called the emergency personnel.

After Ji Xun was placed on the emergency bed, Shang Qing followed the doctor and quickly pushed the bed towards the emergency room.

Before my eyes, the incandescent lights on the ceiling flashed rapidly, row after row, with shadows that seemed to bring a sense of beauty. Before death, this light was really beautiful!

"Hey, hold on! You've got to hold on!"

"I don't want to go through all the trouble of saving you and still die!"

"You have to live!"

……

This soft and sweet voice belongs to her. It keeps shouting, and it seems a bit noisy... Ji Xun really wants to fall asleep, but this voice is shouting in his ears, so he can't fall asleep.

But where is she? Ji Xun was a little anxious because he only heard her voice but could not see her.

Ji Xun, who was already at the end of his strength, pinched his palms hard, hoping to stay awake.

He regained consciousness a little, and he knew he saw her. She was running after him, and when she ran she looked like a pink bubble, which was quite funny.

Thinking of this, Ji Xun's mouth curled up slightly with some effort. He was very happy. This pink bubble was glowing.

But her face is so ugly! It's so colorful. Does she know how ugly it is?

Shang Qing nervously stepped forward, got close, grabbed Ji Xun's hand, and squeezed it tightly. He stared at Ji Xun, who was a little confused, with a burning gaze, and almost shouted: "You have to cheer up. I saved you, you must live, understand!"

Ji Xun's eyes were weak, but he tried to keep them open. He wanted to answer her, to say thank you, to say he would try his best. But he couldn't speak. As soon as he opened his mouth, the itching in his throat came back, and a mouthful of blood gushed out...

"Quick, quick, rescue!" The doctor hurriedly called his colleagues forward. Shang Qing was also squeezed out of the bedside and watched the boy being pushed into the emergency room.

Ji Xun felt the girl's fingers loosen, and the only warmth he had felt disappeared. He also fell completely into darkness...

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