Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

He thought his sister came last night and was knocking on the door. He thought she came to see him, but no, it was pouring rain outside, how could his sister come?

How he hoped that she would appear, just like his grandfather came when he was in despair. Although his grandfather appeared on the third day when he was almost losing consciousness, he still found him in that dirty, damp, and rain-dripping little gap.

He was held in his grandfather's arms and taken to the hospital. If he had been taken to the hospital any later, the doctors would have been unable to save him. If it weren't for his grandfather, he might have really died, died at the age of six.

And now, his sister had arrived. When he was at his most vulnerable, about to be tortured to death by himself, she appeared. Just like the other times, she had saved him again and brought him back to life! She was his salvation!

"Come on, be good. Open your mouth." Shang Qing hugged Ji Xun, let him lean on his arms, put the cup of water close to his lips, and drank it in small sips.

"Qingqing, how is Xiaoxun?"

Grandma Kang's anxious voice came from outside.

Shang Qing hurriedly shouted, "Grandma, don't worry, Xiao Xun is fine. Go slowly!"

Shang Qing really didn't want to make her grandmother worry, but she couldn't leave and trouble others, but she really didn't know who to turn to.

Grandma Kang came running in breathlessly, came to Ji Xun's bedside, reached out and touched his forehead, and said in surprise: "Why is it so hot? Hey, this child... was fine yesterday. He is still too weak..."

Shang Qing took a handful of pills from Grandma Kang, placed them near Ji Xun's lips, asked him to open his mouth, put the pills in, and asked him to drink water and swallow them.

Ji Xun was obedient and swallowed with great effort, but his body was still recovering, and because he was too thin, his throat was too thin. When he ate the handful of granules, his mouth, which was slightly moistened by the water he had drunk, stuck to the inner wall of his throat and could not go up or down in his throat. He raised his neck in pain.

But because of his weakness and the pain he was in, he had no support and his upper body fell down.

"Grandma, hold him! Xiaoxun, don't worry, don't worry!"

Grandma Kang was so scared that she hugged Ji Xun's weak body, and Shang Qing panicked and put her fingers into his throat, digging and coaxing him. Only after digging out some fluids did Ji Xun finally catch his breath.

Shang Qing asked him to drink a lot of water. After he swallowed the remaining water, he felt a little calmer.

Shang Qing didn't breathe a sigh of relief until she had helped him lie back down on the bed. His throat was thin, and he couldn't bear to feed him so much anymore. Shang Qing remembered the thrill of that moment so well.

"Xiao Xun, what do you want to eat? Grandma will make it for you." Grandma Kang looked distressed, her voice was soft, her face was kind, and her caring words made Ji Xun want to cry again.

He seems to be crying more and more.

He had no appetite at all and just shook his head slightly. Even just shaking his head made him feel dizzy and painful, and he had no strength left in his body.

But Grandma Kang and Shang Qing were worried. Grandma Kang got up to cook, especially some thick white rice porridge. She was weak and needed to eat more when she was sick.

Shang Qing also coaxed him into eating the white rice porridge, but after eating only half a bowl, he didn't want to eat anymore. Grandma Kang and Shang Qing didn't force him.

Shang Qing felt a little embarrassed when she thought that Ji Xun was not wearing any clothes, especially underwear, so she had to tell her grandmother.

At the hospital, Grandma Kang was already used to helping Ji Xun change his clothes, so she didn't think it was anything special. Ji Xun was also used to it and didn't feel any discomfort.

This extremely difficult problem for Shang Qing was easily solved by Grandma Kang.

"Okay. Xiaoxun, now, be good, close your eyes and go to sleep, okay?"

Ji Xun blinked slowly and shook his head. He was determined to keep his eyes open and would never close them. But his eyes were red and watery, and the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye was even more vivid, which was painful to look at.

Shang Qing was at her wit's end and could only take off her shoes and get on the bed. She leaned next to Ji Xun, supporting her head with one hand and gently stroking his forehead with the other, coaxing him softly: "Be good, Xiao Xun. Sister is here, be good, close your eyes, let's sleep together, okay?"

Ji Xun's dull eyes now had a hint of spirit. He stared at Shang Qing as she leaned against him, gently stroking his forehead and hair. He inhaled her unique floral and fruity scent, and his eyelids slowly closed and closed until the sound of even and weak breathing could be heard.

"Falling asleep?" Grandma Kang didn't expect Ji Xun to fall asleep so quickly.

Shang Qing sighed helplessly and replied softly, "He probably hasn't slept since yesterday. His eyes are red as a rabbit's. He has a fever and is in great pain. It's not easy for him to hold on until now."

"Oh, this child is so pitiful. Fortunately, we are a family and can interact with each other. If you hadn't come today, who knows what would have happened to this child."

Grandma Kang looked at Ji Xun, whose brows were still frowning and his cheeks were flushed red in his sleep, and sighed silently.

"Grandma, please go back. I'll stay here to accompany him and take care of him."

"Let me take care of him, Qingqing. It's getting late, you should go back."

How could Grandma Kang agree to this? Taking care of a patient is very tiring both physically and mentally. How could she bear to let her granddaughter keep watch all night?

Shang Qing held up Ji Xun's hand and showed it to Grandma Kang. His fingers were clenched around Shang Qing's clothes. Even in sleep, his fingers never relaxed.

Grandma Kang didn't know what to say now. She didn't know why, but when she saw this scene, her heartache for Ji Xun felt like needles were pricking her heart.

In the end, Grandma Kang went home alone.

Shang Qing was dozing off, and she woke up when she heard a faint humming sound in her ears and felt the quilt beneath her rubbing against her.

I saw Ji Xun beside me with his lips slightly parted, his eyes half-closed, and unbearable heat in his mouth. He hummed uncomfortably, his flushed face and hair were wet.

Perhaps it was because the quilt was tightly covering him, and Shang Qing was pressing down on him, it was too hot. He wanted to lift the quilt, but he was powerless. The person sleeping next to him groaned uncontrollably, stimulating her senses.

Shang Qing wanted to check on Ji Xun's condition and wanted to move, but just this small movement made her body numb and she almost fell on Ji Xun.

After a while, Shang Qing waited until the numbness wore off. Just as she sat up, she felt the tugging of her clothes. Ji Xun's fingers were still holding on, so persistent. When he felt Shang Qing standing up, he held on even tighter, even turning white from being so tight.

"Hey, what should I do?"

Shang Qing moved her stiff body and pulled his fingers away from his collar. Hearing his very uneasy crying as if in a nightmare, she had already held his big hand.

I bent down and hugged him through the quilt, patted his back for a moment, and then touched his quilt. Sure enough, it was damp, and he was sweating a little. This was a good thing, as long as he was sweating.

"Xiaoxun, be good. Wake up and open your eyes. Come, let's take medicine..."

Ji Xun slowly opened his eyes and shook his head weakly. He didn't want to eat and he was afraid of bitterness.

"Be good, you'll get better after taking the medicine. Come on, open your mouth."

Shang Qing hugged the soft Ji Xun like coaxing a baby and let him lean on his shoulders and neck. He mixed the medicine powder with water and put a lot of sugar in it. This way, it was not so difficult to accept.

When grandma came, she made some hot water and poured it into the thermos, which made it convenient for Shang Qing to wipe it.

As Shang Qing released Ji Xun's hand, Ji Xun twisted uncomfortably, humming an uncomfortable sob. He whispered softly: "Sister... Sister... Don't leave me... I will be good..."

Shang Qing, who was about to pour hot water, trembled all over and felt a pain in his heart for Ji Xun's misfortune.

She skillfully wiped Ji Xun's hair, face, chest, back and neck again, and comforted him softly.

The drowsy Ji Xun hummed instinctively in discomfort. The burning sensation, the stuffiness, and the uneasiness caused by the nightmare made it difficult for him to calm down.

After wiping, the body felt much more comfortable, and Ji Xun's frown relaxed a little. However, the uneasy mumbling in his mouth and the nervousness of his fingers grabbing Shang Qing's collar again made Shang Qing feel uneasy.

Shang Qing took his big hand without hesitation and placed it on her abdomen. She half-lay next to Ji Xun, and patted his chest with her other hand again and again, slowly, slowly, until his nervousness and anxiety gradually subsided. Later, Shang Qing's hand slowly stopped on his chest, and she completely released her strength.