Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

Chapter 467 Don’t Leave Me (Revised)

Shang Qing knew it very well.

For Ji Xun, the hospital was like an unbridgeable chasm.

Deep down, the hospital was a place of fear and pain.

His beloved Grandpa Ji was in the hospital, losing weight and suffering day by day, and finally passed away from illness.

He himself had experienced a struggle on the verge of life and death in the hospital, and when he was in a vegetative state, he almost had a brush with death.

What was even more unbearable for him was that during the time Shang Qing was injured and hospitalized, he received multiple critical illness notices, each of which was like a heavy hammer, hitting his fragile heart hard.

Therefore, he really didn't want to go to that cold and ruthless place filled with the smell of disinfectant.

"Yeah, but you have a very high fever right now. Let's check the temperature first, okay?"

Shang Qing gently comforted Ji Xun, trying to make him feel a little more at ease.

However, Ji Xun, who was a little confused due to the fever, did not seem to listen to her words.

When he found that Shang Qing was about to get up and leave, Ji Xun stretched out his soft hand with difficulty and held Shang Qing's hand tightly, as if this was his only support in this vast darkness.

"Don't leave me, I feel so uncomfortable..." Ji Xun's voice was weak, hoarse and trembling, revealing endless pain and helplessness.

Seeing this, Shang Qing hurriedly half-knelt on the edge of the bed.

She placed her hand gently on his forehead, her forehead against Ji Xun's.

Feeling the unusual heat, she slowly brushed through his damp hair, as if this could bring him a hint of coolness.

She kissed Ji Xun lightly on the forehead, as if it was a promise, a vow that she would never leave him: "Xiao Xun, I will not leave you, I will always be by your side."

Ji Xun rubbed his hot cheeks against Shang Qing's hand, and his breath was hot.

"Xunxun, let me get the thermometer first, okay?"

However, Ji Xun shook his head desperately like a helpless and aggrieved child.

His body was shaking with fever and he seemed to have lost his mind.

He was so confused by the fever that memories of the past kept flashing through his mind.

Those painful experiences kept playing before his eyes like a movie.

He remembered that cold night when his parents threw him into the yard and he spent the whole night alone.

The weather was extremely cold that day, with a biting wind. Ji Xun was shivering from the cold.

He had tried to knock on the door, hoping to return to the warmth of the room.

But his hopes were instantly dashed when his parents stormed out in anger.

They beat and kicked him, calling him a bastard.

Ji Xun was so frightened that he was trembling all over and dared not move forward. He could only hide in the corner and cry silently.

The biting cold and his mother's hideous smile were deeply imprinted in his memory, becoming a nightmare that he could never get rid of.

Since childhood, Ji Xun knew that he was redundant and not expected in this family.

His parents' indifference and disgust towards him made him feel like an unwanted abandoned child.

He didn't understand why his parents treated him like this.

He always thought he must have done something wrong to make them so angry.

That night, the little boy curled up in the corner, tears rolling down his face like beads from a broken string.

My eyes and cheeks ached from crying.

But he didn't dare make a sound.

I just let the tears fall, my body trembling and I curled up to resist the cold.

The next day, he curled up on the ground, his whole body burning and having difficulty breathing.

If his neighbor Aunt Yang had not seen him by chance and knocked on his door, he might have really frozen to death.

Wang Fan felt ashamed, so he mercilessly picked up the small and weak boy and dragged him into the house.

The thin and small Ji Xun was soft and weak all over, and was pulled roughly by Wang Fan.

Arriving at a dark hut, he was mercilessly pushed onto the narrow bed like a tattered rag doll.

Ji Xun's small body hit the hard bed board heavily, making a dull "bang" sound.

No one will know about such bad treatment.

The thin Ji Xun seemed like an insignificant object, casually thrown away in this corner.

Although the fall caused him a sharp pain, it was nothing compared to the pain he felt inside.

Although no one cared about him, at least the room was warm, which was a rare comfort for Ji Xun.

Lying on that small bed, Ji Xun felt an unspeakable loneliness and helplessness.

He lay there quietly, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes, but his heart felt as if it was being gnawed by millions of ants and was in unbearable pain.

Ji Xun was only 6 years old at that time. He didn't know how long he could hold on. Perhaps he would completely collapse in the next moment.

However, Ji Xun's vitality seemed to be extremely strong.

Despite suffering so much, he managed to get through it and miraculously survived.

Yesterday, Wang Fan caused a big commotion at the school gate.

Ji Xun once again met his mother and younger siblings who had caused him endless harm.

At that moment, all the painful memories of the past few years came flooding back to him and drowned him.

However, he had Shang Qing with him, and his uneasy and painful memories had been calmed down by Shang Qing.

Ji Xun tried his best not to let those so-called relatives influence him anymore.

Wang Fan and the others thought they would hurt him, but Ji Xun no longer cared.

He no longer needed the love and attention he longed for from his parents and relatives because he had Shang Qing, who loved him the most in the world.

And the message sent by Min Zhiheng last night was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The torture and misfortune of being abandoned in his childhood were constantly playing before his eyes like a movie, plunging his world into the cold and darkness of an ice cellar.

Ji Xun's world seemed to be frozen in an instant, the cold was so biting that he couldn't breathe.

He felt like an orphan abandoned in the snow and ice, with nowhere to turn to and no one to talk to.

Just like that day, that cold night when I was feverish and confused.

This morning, Ji Xun was still immersed in a nightmare and couldn't extricate himself.

In a daze, he heard Shang Qing's voice, which seemed to come from a distant place, vague and ethereal.

Ji Xun struggled to open his heavy eyelids, wanting to see the person in front of him clearly, but found that his vision was blurry.

I wanted to get up, but found that my body was completely out of control.

He felt so weak all over that he didn't even have the strength to sit up.

Ji Xun struggled to get up, but he overestimated his physical condition.

He felt so weak and achy all over that he couldn't even support himself.

When Ji Xun tried to struggle to get up, he fell straight down like a building without its support.