Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

He still remembered the day he was injured. She appeared with a fiery orange light, like a god, and crashed into his heart. He had never thought that a young girl could be so domineering and unrestrained.

When the stick hit the three people, they fled like clowns. But she remained calm, dignified, confident and flamboyant.

Although, when she squatted down and looked at him and asked him, he was a little surprised when he found out it was Shang Qing, and even doubted and resisted.

But when Shang Qing picked him up, protecting him in her arms like the most precious treasure as they ran, he felt like he was being held in such a caring embrace for the first time since he was old enough to understand. He heard words of encouragement, and he thought, even if he died then, it wouldn't matter, because he had once possessed a touch of light and warmth.

He didn't expect to be alive. He didn't expect to see her again the moment he woke up. And, she was rubbing his belly! Besides grandpa, this was the first time someone was so close to him, and put their hands on his belly!

The memory of Shang Qing's bright eyes, looking at him in shock, replayed in his mind all the time. As he thought about it, he felt a slight burning sensation in his stomach, which made him itch slightly.

The next day after waking up, Ji Xun ate the preserved egg and lean meat porridge brought by Grandma Kang.

Perhaps because he hadn't eaten for a very long time, or perhaps because he suffered from anorexia, he felt a little uncomfortable when he smelled the porridge.

But looking at Grandma Kang's expectant expression, he still smiled and swallowed it with difficulty.

He didn't let Grandma Kang feed him, but ate the porridge with the bowl himself, looking at the door from time to time. Shang Qing didn't show up. His heart sank and he was overwhelmed by disappointment.

"Xiao Xun, let Grandma Kang wipe your body."

Ji Xun was a clean-loving child. Although their living quarters weren't good, their room was clean and tidy. Children have a mild case of mysophobia. Even if he woke up now, he was so badly injured that it would be inconvenient.

It was fine when Ji Xun was unconscious, as he could only be taken care of by Grandma Kang and Shang Qing. But now that Ji Xun has woken up, he is a boy after all, so his consent is needed.

Ji Xun knew that Grandma Kang was very kind and treated him very well. She helped him a lot. Especially when his grandfather was seriously ill, Grandma Li and Grandma Kang often came to help and take care of him. This made him feel the warmth from strangers.

He did not reject the two grandmothers, and even wanted to get close to them.

"Excuse me, grandma."

Ji Xun was a little shy, but he also knew that he was not allowed to be pretentious now.

Knowing that Ji Xun was weak and sleepy, Grandma Kang covered him with a blanket and left quietly. The room was quiet and peaceful.

I don’t know how long it took, but there was a strong wind outside, the sky suddenly became dark, and then there were rumbling thunder and lightning.

The windows were blown by the strong wind, making a banging sound.

While half asleep and half awake, Ji Xun felt a burning sensation in his stomach and the nausea made sweat break out on his forehead. He could no longer bear it and opened his mouth while half asleep and half awake, and the undigested porridge came out from the corners of his mouth and vomited.

There were flashes of lightning and thunder outside. The dazzling white light of lightning flashed across the face of the struggling and unconscious young man.

“… Ugh… cough cough cough… ugh…”

Ji Xun choked and coughed until he couldn't breathe. His head tilted to the side and porridge flowed out from the corners of his mouth.

He was too weak to move up and down, but the itchiness in his throat made him raise his neck and cough violently again. His voice gradually weakened and his body was only twitching.

Is he going to die again? Why not give him a chance to live? He...

Along with the sound of heavy rain outside, Ji Xun's breathing gradually weakened.

Shang Qing, drenched from the rain, could only lament her bad luck. Oh, that forgotten sketch, she could have just asked her grandmother to take it home.

But she finally decided to come. She didn't know why, she just wanted to come.

Who knew we'd encounter such a torrential downpour? I just feel so unlucky! I shouldn't have come out earlier. Why did I have to come get it today? I regret it!

Looking at the heavy rain that suddenly fell when the hospital gate was only a hundred meters away, Shang Qing felt the feeling of being soaked all over. This time he could clearly feel it.

When she came out, it was clearly a sunny day. Who could have thought that it would suddenly rain, and it was a torrential rain that had not been seen in many years.

When he pushed open the door of the ward in annoyance, he saw Ji Xun with his head tilted on the pillow, his whole body convulsing and struggling, his legs wide open, one leg kicked out from under the quilt and stretched to the side of the bed, his slightly blue foot lying across the air, his bony fingers slightly curled and trembling, drooping limply at the side of the bed.

"Oh my god! It's fatal!"

Shang Qing didn't care that she was soaked. Her eyes were red and she ran to the bed in two steps.

He grabbed Ji Xun and pulled him to the bed, made him lie on his legs, cupped his thin cheeks, pinched his mouth open, and thrust his fingers into his throat without hesitation.

Ji Xun felt his body position change dramatically, and he fell into a cold, wet embrace. His ears rang, and he felt dizzy. Then, his mouth was violently pinched as hard as it could be, and something was thrust directly into his throat.

It hurts so much, my throat is itchy, and a strong feeling of nausea is about to come out.

"Ugh... ugh... cough... cough..."

The sound of painful struggle and vomiting sounded like heavenly music to Shang Qing, whose whole body was tense and trembling.

Shang Qing did not dare to slack off and continued to pat his back rhythmically, allowing the vomit to flow out with the help of external force.

Finally, Ji Xun trembled weakly, and finally managed to catch his breath, avoiding suffocation from vomiting. However, he was completely out of strength, and after vomiting everything out, his stiff neck completely drooped.

Shang Qing felt that Ji Xun was no longer moving, so she hugged his upper body and lay back down on the bed.

She took a tissue and carefully wiped the dirt from the corner of his mouth. Looking at his pale and miserable face, she shook her head helplessly and sighed: "If I hadn't come, would you have suffocated to death?"

No one answered, but the answer was self-evident.

Why is this child so worrying?

Worried about Ji Xun's health, Shang Qing ran to call Dr. Wang.

Fortunately, she had left in a hurry yesterday and had forgotten a drawing in the ward. She had come here to get it when she remembered. Ben had been complaining a moment earlier, but now she was suddenly glad she had come, no longer feeling unlucky.

Fortunately, fortunately!

If there hadn't been such a coincidence, Ji Xun would have been gone.

It's scary just thinking about it. But they can't always be here with me. They can't afford a caregiver. Money is such a good thing.

"He's fine, he just choked on his vomit. He's too thin and already had anorexia before he fell into a coma. He was in a coma for too long, and he ate too much. Even though it was liquid food, the preserved eggs and lean meat here were a bit greasy, and he ate too much. His stomach couldn't handle it, so he vomited. After he recovers, he needs to eat small, frequent, and light meals."

Doctor Wang patiently explained to Shang Qing. He looked at the unconscious Ji Xun and felt a little sympathetic. How could this child be so unlucky? Then, he looked at the girl in front of him who was soaked by the rain and thought that this child didn't seem so unlucky after all. So he instructed, "Continue with the nutrient solution and glucose for the next two days. Give it a little longer."

"Okay, thank you. You've worked hard."

After seeing off Dr. Wang, the nurse stayed to help her. After all, Ji Xun's bedside, pillow, and clothes were all stained with dirt, and his hospital gown was also wet from Shang Qing's arms.

Shang Qing couldn't handle it by herself. Besides, she was soaking wet and needed to wipe herself clean and change into dry clothes.

The nurse brought a clean hospital gown and asked Shang Qing to change into it.

Shang Qing didn't refuse. She didn't want to catch a cold and a fever from being caught in the rain. Besides, the air conditioning in the hospital ward was quite cold. She was already shivering from the cold.

The nurse wanted to pick up Ji Xun while Shang Qing was changing clothes, but she was fat and it would be too much trouble. She shook her head helplessly.

Shang Qing, who had quickly changed her clothes, naturally would not bother her. She was a strong woman, and it was easy for her to pick up Ji Xun.

The nurse looked at Shang Qing, her frail frame, effortlessly lifting a 5'10" tall boy and couldn't help but sigh. "Such strength is truly enviable. It's so great to be young!"

She only recently learned that the two were the protagonists of the shocking scene that many people had been talking about that day: an ugly girl with strange clothes rushed into the hospital holding a boy with long arms and long legs, covered in blood.