Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

Chapter 345 Sister, please wake up

Ji Xun silently swallowed his food with difficulty, even though the blockage was unbearable. His mind was filled with thoughts. He was grateful for Su Yan's concern, and he knew she was doing it for his own good.

After finishing the meal, Ji Xun put down his bowl and chopsticks and bowed to Su Yanhe: "Thank you, grandma."

Su Yan looked at him lovingly and advised, "Xiao Xun, love yourself and take good care of yourself. Otherwise, Qingqing will blame me for not taking good care of you when she wakes up."

Ji Xun nodded: "Yes, Grandma, I understand. Now, I need to trouble you with one more thing."

"You tell me. Don't mention whether it's troublesome or not."

"According to the schedule, Grandma Kang will be coming to Kyoto in four days. I wonder when my sister will wake up." When he said that he didn't know when she would wake up, Ji Xun's heart ached. The food he had just eaten was stirring his appetite again. He suppressed the discomfort and stated, "Even if she wakes up, she will have to recuperate in the hospital for a while before I can rest assured."

Su Yanhe immediately understood what Ji Xun meant and quickly replied, "Xiao Xun, I understand. Don't worry. You can stay in the hospital and take care of Qingqing. I'll be there with Sister Kang. I won't let her worry."

"Grandma, thank you and I'm sorry to bother you." Ji Xun lowered his head, and no one could see the redness in the corners of his eyes.

"Silly child, why are you being so polite? You two are my children. Trust grandma, I can handle it." Su Yanhe caressed Ji Xun's back with heartache, giving him strength.

Ji Xun knew that he was lucky to have a relative like Su Yanhe who was not related to him by blood in this world.

Teacher Su Yanhe left, and silence returned to the ward.

However, from time to time, the painful sounds of vomiting could be heard from the bathroom.

After a while, the sound of running water could be heard. Then, the bathroom door opened, and Ji Xun walked out, wiping his lips.

He came to the bedside and held the girl's slightly pale hand tightly as if he was holding a rare treasure, as if he was afraid that she would disappear if he let go.

He put his pale lips close to the girl's ear and whispered in an almost pleading tone: "Sister, you little lazy bug, you have slept for two days, haven't you slept enough? Don't you want to drink milk tea? Xiao Xun, I made a big cup for you. You can drink as much as you want. I, I won't stop you anymore. If you want to drink, I will make it for you. Okay? Wake up, okay?"

As he spoke of this, Ji Xun's eyes gradually turned red, tears welled up in them, and even his voice was unconsciously choked with a hint of uncontrollable sobs.

Just at this moment, the door was gently pushed open, and the doctor walked in with steady steps, ready to carry out his daily ward rounds.

Seeing this, Ji Xun stood up suddenly as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, rushed to the doctor, and asked anxiously and expectantly: "Doctor, how is she? Is there any sign of improvement?"

However, facing Ji Xun's eager gaze and a series of questions, the doctor just shook his head helplessly, sighed softly and said, "For now, we can only continue to wait. Everything depends on her own recovery ability."

Hearing this answer, Ji Xun felt as if his heart was hit hard by a heavy hammer, and it instantly became extremely heavy.

However, just a moment later, Ji Xun seemed to suddenly remember something important.

Pulling out his phone and searching for the nearest flower shop, Ji Xun dialed without hesitation. He told the shop owner he wanted a bouquet of sunflowers in a vase, and he wanted it delivered immediately. Seeing the 100-yuan tip on the order, the shop owner readily agreed, promising prompt delivery.

For two days, apart from the initial treatment by the doctor and the injection of drugs, Ji Xun never left this ward. The reason was simple: he was afraid that Shang Qing would wake up while he was away. If she woke up and found that he was not there, how terrified she would be.

There was a knock on the ward door soon. Ji Xun opened the door, took the sunflower in the exquisite vase from the clerk, and said thank you lightly.

As for what the clerk looked like, he had no idea. All he saw was the sunflower in full bloom, bright and beautiful, nothing else.

Looking at Shang Qing's favorite sunflower, an intoxicating smile appeared on his lips. It seemed that with this sunflower, Shang Qing would immediately open her eyes, rub his cheeks, and smile at him.

The clerk who delivered the sunflowers stood blankly at the door of the ward.

Oh my goodness! Ji Xun is truly stunningly handsome, his delicate features like a work of art meticulously crafted by heaven. His eyes, like a deep lake, are clear and captivating, captivating you. His high nose bridge, with its flowing lines, seems like a masterpiece of nature. His lips are slightly raised, a faint smile that brings joy and fascination to the eyes.

His hair was silky soft, shimmering with a charming sheen, gently brushing against his face, adding to his charm. His figure was tall and straight, and he exuded confidence and grace with every step he took.

I believe that anyone who understands beauty will be attracted by his beauty. His every move is closely watched, whether it is a smile or a frown, it can arouse people's endless reverie.

Ji Xun didn't know what the clerk who was locked outside was thinking. He only cared about his little sister.

He gently placed the flower in his hand on the head of Shang Qing's bed, avoiding the wound on her cheek, gently stroked her little face, and said softly: "Sister, little lazy bug, look, isn't this sunflower beautiful? You like sunflowers the most, right? If you want to see it, you have to wake up quickly, don't sleep in all the time. Okay?"

Shang Qing lay comatose, her eyes tightly closed, like a sleeping flower, quietly lying on the snow-white hospital bed. Her breathing was steady and weak, as if she were isolated from the world around her.

However, beneath that seemingly calm exterior, her mind seemed to have sunk into an endless dark abyss. In this dark and profound world, everything was hazy and illusory.

At first, her consciousness was like being shrouded in a thick fog, blurry and elusive. But as time went on, the fog gradually dissipated, and her thoughts became clearer and clearer, so real that she almost forgot where she was.

Suddenly, time flashed back, and she was transported back to the youthful days of her second year of junior high. In that moment, she felt as if she had embarked on a bizarre journey of her own life. In this mysterious world, vivid images flashed before her eyes like film reels.

She was surprised to find that she could see her body clearly, as if she was standing by and watching it happen. However, to her horror, this body that originally belonged to her no longer obeyed her commands, but was instead controlled by a completely unfamiliar soul.

This strange soul not only occupied Shang Qing's body, it was also able to communicate with Shang Qing, and even enjoyed watching her crying alone in a small corner.

Every time this evil spirit manipulated her body to do unbelievable and inconceivable wrong things, Shang Qing suffered a heavy blow to her heart.

The pain was like a thousand arrows piercing her heart, deeply tormenting her spirit. But she could not find relief...