Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

Shang Qing had no aversion at all to helping Ji Xun change his clothes. She was already very familiar with this task. After all, it was very simple to give him a massage and hug him every day.

Ji Xun, who was being held by Shang Qing to change his clothes, was half leaning on the bed, drowsy. With his slightly opened eyes, he saw a person in a hospital gown holding his waist with one hand and pulling his arm with the other, trying to help him put on his clothes.

But he was too dizzy to see who it was. As he swayed back and forth, he closed his eyes and fell into darkness.

Shang Qing had no idea he'd ever woken up. Even if he did, he still had to change his clothes. What difference did it make?

With a little effort, he picked up Ji Xun, who was already wearing a hospital gown, and carried him out of the bed to wait.

The nurse quickly changed the bed sheets and skillfully helped Ji Xun clean the dirt in his mouth and clean his mouth neatly.

After the nurse left, Shang Qing was very curious. She went to the bedside, leaned on it, and pinched Ji Xun's mouth open.

Because of the care during this period, Ji Xun's physical condition has improved significantly, and his face has become much cleaner and softer. When pinching it like this, Shang Qing feels that his hands are smooth and tender.

Looking closely at the cleanness of his mouth, I have to sigh: professional matters should be done by professionals.

Ji Xun's condition in the hospital wasn't as good. He'd been relying on nutrient solutions and glucose to maintain his function, so his recovery was slow and his body was weak. Furthermore, he was prone to overthinking, especially at night when he suffered from nightmares. His memories seemed to be stuck before the age of six, and those people and events tormented him endlessly in his dreams. His mental state was not good.

As for Grandma Kang, who comes three times a day, Ji Xun felt a little embarrassed at first after spending a few days with her, but now he is used to her care.

However, due to lack of energy, he felt drowsy and sleepy most of the time during the day, especially when Grandma Kang helped him wipe his body, slowly and patiently. This was the time when he was most relaxed, and he often fell asleep without realizing it at this time.

The sunlight was gentle, and the mottled light and shadow outside the window fell on Ji Xun's cheek, soft and warm. He hummed comfortably, and his originally clear eyes gradually became dull and hazy, his eyelashes trembling slightly, until his eyes gently closed.

I do not know how long it has been.

A cool breeze brushed across his back, and the handkerchief soaked in warm water was wiping his back intermittently, somewhat unskillfully.

His brain, which had been somewhat down, slowly started to work again, and his thoughts gradually returned. This is not Grandma Kang's hand!

Grandma Kang's hands were rough and warm, but it was obvious that her palms were smooth and tender, but her fingertips were slightly cool.

Ji Xun, who had completely sobered up, was a little surprised! Who was it?

The owner of this hand is none other than Shang Qing!

It was quite a coincidence. When Ji Xun was in a coma, Shang Qing had been caring for him most of the time, and she had already become very skilled at it. But why was she so unfamiliar with it now? This made her feel helpless.

When Ji Xun woke up from his coma and found himself naked, he couldn't accept it and asked to wear a hospital gown that very day. However, when Shang Qing took care of him, he only wore diapers, which was very straightforward and simple.

Now? Shang Qing needs to lean over, bend her arms and reach into his clothes, and then wipe it one by one. For Shang Qing, this is inconvenient and troublesome.

Shang Qing, who had been a professional at taking care of Ji Xun, was now like a novice, reaching into his clothes to wipe him, his movements a little awkward. This was how she accidentally woke Ji Xun.

"Are these all these?" Grandma was a little unbelievable. She carefully admired the photos in the album on her mobile phone and was amazed.

"Yes, grandma, aren't the pictures Yingxiao took beautiful?" Shang Qing said softly, proudly showing off to her grandma, "Her photography skills are amazing. It's hard to believe! She might be a professional photographer."

"Yeah, it's possible!" Grandma Kang agreed.

"Especially this one, the artistic conception really touched my heart."

Shang Qing stopped wiping Ji Xun's back with her hand, and pointed at a photo on the phone in her grandmother's hand with her other hand in admiration.

"They look good, they do. They all look good. Every doll's hairstyle, makeup, and clothes match perfectly." Grandma Kang liked every photo she saw, thinking they were all the best. In order not to wake Ji Xun, she leaned closer to Shang Qing and whispered proudly, "My Qingqing is so outstanding."

Listening to the conversation between Shang Qing and Grandma Kang, he wondered if it was Shang Qing who had rubbed his back. She had finally arrived. God knew, in the days since she'd been away, he'd been like a drifting duckweed, unable to articulate his feelings, only feeling drowsy and lifeless.

But for some reason, upon learning that it was Shang Qing who was wiping him, he seemed to be filled with strength, even his spirit and energy improved significantly. Was it a psychological effect? ​​Ji Xun didn't know.

But, hadn't she promised to come see him the next day? But she broke her promise. Thinking of this, Ji Xun felt a little aggrieved. His fingers scratched the bed sheet in dissatisfaction. He felt like a poor, aggrieved child who hadn't gotten his candy.

Actually, Ji Xun refused to admit that his memory was wrong, or rather, his understanding was flawed. He said that it was Grandma Kang who came to see him the next day, and she had absolutely nothing to do with Shang Qing. How could he have understood that Shang Qing would come to see him with Grandma Kang?

Besides, he didn't know that it was Shang Qing who saved him when he fainted from choking that day. Otherwise, he would have become the unlucky guy who survived a vegetative state with great difficulty, but died because of a bowl of porridge.

In order not to disrupt this peaceful atmosphere, he tried not to let his body stiffen so much, pretending to continue sleeping, not wanting Shang Qing to withdraw and stop wiping him because of his awakening. He coveted this unique care and tenderness.

"This is so troublesome." Shang Qing couldn't help but complain, fiddling with the cumbersome clothes and snorting, "I really want to take you off! This hateful piece of clothing!"

Shang Qing was talking to himself. He had stood up straight and was walking towards the bathroom with a basin of water.

Shang Qing was talking about the hospital gown, but to Ji Xun, it was like thunder. His ears instantly turned red.

"Are you going to take off my clothes?" Ji Xun didn't know why his heart was beating faster and he felt a little panicked. But he continued to pretend to be asleep, secretly clenching his fingers.

"Haha...Qingqing, you..." Grandma Kang couldn't help but burst out laughing as she listened to Shang Qing's harsh words, her voice gentle but not intimidating at all. Luckily, Ji Xun was asleep. Otherwise, she would have thought she was a weird sister.

"Qingqing, the hospital gown Xiaoxun is wearing today is the same one you wore back home during the rainstorm that day." Grandma Kang pulled Shang Qing to sit down and said with a smile, "That day, you said it was truly the best hospital gown. I never thought you would be able to wear one so openly and proudly in public. This experience is so wonderful. I must keep it as a souvenir..."

Grandma Kang imitated Shang Qing and said that she praised the hospital gown so much that day that she almost wanted to not return it and keep it as a souvenir at home.