Chapter 15 Chapter 15 Memories

During the Spring Festival, Zhao Qingxun still received greetings from his old friend Song Chaojin. He had not responded to his friend for four years, and the messages seemed to have fallen into the sea without any response. Everyone said that he was dead, but his true friend did not give up on him and kept sending messages to greet him.

Feeling calm, and even feeling that he could be a normal person because Feng Ling was always by his side, Zhao Qingxun replied to Song Chaojin as if possessed by a ghost.

Thank you, Xiaojin, and happy Chinese New Year. I've watched your new drama, and the leading male character really carries the show.

Zhao Qingxun disappeared for four years. His former friend Song Chaojin no longer even expected to receive a reply, but suddenly saw Zhao Qingxun's reply. He jumped up excitedly and almost threw his phone away.

[Qingxun, it's really you. Are you okay? Where are you? I miss you so much! Do you know how long you've been gone? You're such a bad person. You didn't even tell me what happened to you.]

After typing these words, Song Chaojin directly made a video call to Zhao Qingxun. When Zhao Qingxun saw what the other party said, his mood also fluctuated. Thinking of his experiences in the past few years, he leaned half of his body on the raised headboard, his fingertips trembling with excitement. He was unable to operate the phone for a while and could only let the phone vibrate.

Although Zhao Qingxun refused to call or meet, at least he replied, which means he is still alive and has not changed his number. These are all signs that he is doing well. What's more, Zhao Qingxun has the famous mother Zhao Lanyin, so how could he be in a bad situation?

During the Spring Festival of the fifth year of his paralysis, rumors about Zhao Qingxun began to spread again, saying that his finances, investments, and life were all going well, and that he simply stayed away from the entertainment industry...

The countdown to the college entrance examination passed extremely quickly. As the college entrance examination approached, Feng Ling studied step by step every day, while Zhao Qingxun became more and more nervous and had mobilized the whole family.

"How many times have you been to the exam center? I'll go check it out today."

"You don't have to go. I've taken them there several times by different routes. Everyone knows all the roads, and there will be no mistakes." Butler Song was really angry with Zhao Qingxun, who didn't eat breakfast but planned to go to the Fengling Examination Hall in person, so he could only persuade him.

"The car, the family car, is not allowed to go out. Fill it with gas and use it for the baby at any time." After washing up, Zhao Qingxun lay on the nursing bed which was raised more than ten degrees, his mind full of wind chimes.

Housekeeper Song knew that Zhao Qingxun had a poor appetite, but he still wanted him to eat something, so he patiently persuaded him, "Don't worry, Xiaoxun, it's time for breakfast. I'll have them bring it up."

"Well, also, don't give the baby spicy food recently. Seafood must be cooked, and other raw food cannot be given to her. If she is unhappy, come to me." Speaking of eating, Zhao Qingxun began to worry about Feng Ling again.

In fact, the teacher had reminded Feng Ling long ago that she should pay special attention to her diet and physical condition one month before the exam to ensure that she could take the college entrance examination smoothly.

Compared to Zhao Qingxun's nervousness about the Gaokao, Feng Ling was even more concerned about his health. She knew he'd been having trouble eating and sleeping since early on, and hadn't been in the mood for his rehabilitation classes. He'd even had an enema the day before because he hadn't had a bowel movement for so long. Feng Ling was terribly worried, but she didn't dare ask Zhao Qingxun directly, fearing he'd be embarrassed and his health would be further affected.

"Brother, please have lunch with me. You haven't eaten with me for several days." Without waiting for Zhao Qingxun's consent, Feng Ling finished the class and ran to Zhao Qingxun's room. Seeing that he was dressed neatly and was about to go out, she actually wanted to go to her examination room to take a look.

"Yeah, okay." Unable to refuse Feng Ling, Zhao Qingxun had to nod.

"Don't sit in the wheelchair, sit here and eat." After nearly a year of living together, Feng Ling had already become proficient in taking care of Zhao Qingxun. She raised the head of the nursing bed, and then adjusted the slightly raised leg support to be stable. Seeing Zhao Qingxun move his arms to maintain his balance, Feng Ling gently straightened his legs and feet which were slightly crooked at the knees. Seeing his legs weakly sticking to the bed and his toes relatively drooping, Feng Ling knew that Zhao Qingxun was sitting firmly.

The nurse pushed the small table in front of Zhao Qingxun, and Feng Ling began to put a power glove on Zhao Qingxun's left hand, which had some strength.

"Brother hasn't been eating well recently. You have to eat well so that you have the energy to worry about me." Feng Ling decided to have every meal with her brother and eat more with him so that she would feel better.

"I'm at home every day, so I'm not worried." Zhao Qingxun couldn't pass his anxiety on to the candidates. He was in poor health and was very stubborn, so he wouldn't admit that he was nervous to death.

Without arguing about whether she was worried or not, Feng Ling skillfully served Zhao Qingxun dishes and soup, and occasionally fed him a mouthful of her favorite food. Zhao Qingxun ate very slowly, and had to devote half of his attention to maintaining his image, not wanting the food to spill everywhere and scare Feng Ling. In fact, his posture was elegant and handsome, and was completely worthy of careful observation.

After finishing eating, Feng Ling did not rush downstairs to study without waiting for Zhao Qingxun to speak. Instead, she sat by the bed, adjusted the head of the bed back a little bit, stretched her little hand to Zhao Qingxun's stomach, and gently rubbed it regularly to help him digest, so as to prevent food accumulation in people who sit for a long time.

Fengling's birthday was before the college entrance examination. Most children would hold a coming-of-age ceremony at this time. A year ago, Zhao Lanyin did not do this, so on her 19th birthday, her brother Zhao Qingxun held a small ceremony for Fengling.

The birthday gift was a charity foundation with a registered capital of 8 million yuan, named after Feng Ling. "Two years later, when you are qualified to raise funds publicly, I will donate to you. Now you have the ability to help others. Baby, you have grown up."

French suit, formal leather shoes, a steady and cool hairstyle and an expressionless face that already charmed everyone. It was the first time that Feng Ling saw Zhao Qingxun dressed so maturely and formally. It seemed as if her own coming-of-age ceremony was the most important grand ball. Zhao Qingxun was the prince that everyone was paying attention to, and Feng Ling was the lucky heroine of the night.

Driving the wheelchair slowly to the edge of Feng Ling's skirt, Zhao Qingxun raised the exquisite box containing the legal seal as a gift to her in his left hand, and raised his right hand tremblingly, wanting to hold her hand. Feng Ling hurriedly half-knelt down, took the gift box, held his right hand, and threw herself into Zhao Qingxun's arms.

The wheelchair was advanced and had waist and abdomen fixation devices that fitted the body shape, so Feng Ling would not push Zhao Qingxun to the side, but he did not have the strength to hug her tightly. He had used up all his strength to put his left hand on her waist.

"Thank you, brother." Feng Ling's sweet and soft voice almost kissed Zhao Qingxun's ear. She put her arms around his unconscious waist and deeply felt the happiness.

The day before the college entrance examination, Zhao Qingxun observed that Feng Ling was in good condition. He waited until she was taking a break from studying and went to her small study. He had something to say to her in a quite formal manner.

"Brother, I'm fine, don't worry." At this critical moment, Feng Ling knew that Zhao Qingxun must have come for her.

"My baby, of course it's fine." The wheelchair stopped in front of Feng Ling. Zhao Qingxun raised his head slightly, his eyes clear and gentle. He had waited until tonight to say what he wanted to say. This was the final moment. "I want to tell you that the college entrance examination is actually not that important. If, and I mean if, your test scores are not ideal, I have other ways."

"Is there any way?" Could it be that his brother had the ability to get the Film Academy to accept him as an exception? Feng Ling asked him curiously, watching Zhao Qingxun's raised chin and his distinct Adam's apple rolling up and down as he spoke slowly.

"Brother will accompany you to study abroad and help you apply for the best university."

It turned out to be a reassurance to her. Feng Ling held Zhao Qingxun's hand that was on the armrest of the wheelchair, walked up to him and said, "Okay, I'll remember what my brother said, I must unload the burden and go into the exam lightly." These were what the teachers told her. Feng Ling was actually nervous in her heart. She knew that she was one year older than the candidates of the same year. If she failed the exam, the pressure of repeating the exam would definitely be even greater.

During the three days of the college entrance examination, Zhao Qingxun went to bed early and got up early every day, dressed himself neatly and energetically, and checked the house and outside, fearing that any link would affect Fengling's exam.

Zhao Qingxun really wanted to go with Feng Ling for the exam, but he knew what was wrong with his body. If he was delayed in leaving the house, or if any discomfort from him affected Feng Ling, he would regret it. So, even though he was anxious to go to the exam room to accompany Feng Ling, Zhao Qingxun silently held back, thinking that he would only be a burden to Feng Ling's health. He stayed at home and provided her with support.

With his willpower, Zhao Qingxun persevered until Feng Ling finished all the subjects. After he received a call from Butler Song, reporting that Feng Ling had passed the exam successfully, Zhao Qingxun began to have a fever at night.

Beijing is not quiet late at night. The metropolis is still brightly lit and bustling with singing and dancing.

In the villa, Zhao Qingxun's fever went from low to high. After taking medicine, the nurse stayed by his side and wiped his hands and feet to cool him down physically. However, Zhao Qingxun's temperature did not drop until late at night, and he fell into a coma. Housekeeper Song was frightened and called the emergency number. The best private hospital immediately sent a car to the house to pick up the patient.

At this time, Feng Ling, who had slept for half a day, hurriedly put on her home clothes and ran out of the room. She ran into Butler Song who had just finished a phone call, "Uncle Song, what's wrong?"

"Xiao Xun, he is seriously ill. I will accompany him to the hospital. The baby is at home and someone is staying at home. Don't be afraid." Just then, Butler Song and Feng Ling told them to leave.

Feng Ling was not particularly tired after the exam. She rejected Zhao Lanyin's suggestion to take her out for fun and stayed at home to catch up on her sleep. When she woke up in the middle of the night, she didn't know whether she was awakened by a dream or by the footsteps coming and going in the corridor.

Hearing that Zhao Qingxun was ill, Feng Ling turned around and hurried to the bedroom he mentioned.

The room was very hot. Feng Ling felt the steam when she walked in, but when she thought of Zhao Qingxun's cool moon-like appearance, she felt that the temperature was reasonable.

The nurse did not blindly use a thick quilt to make Zhao Qingxun sweat. Most of Zhao Qingxun's limbs were paralyzed, his blood circulation was extremely poor, and he could not sweat on his own. The nurse only covered him with a thin gauze quilt and was busy at his feet.

"Brother," Feng Ling called softly twice as she walked to the bedside. Soon she realized that Zhao Qingxun still had his eyes closed and no response at all, and had lost consciousness.

"How long has it been like this?" Seeing that his thick eyelashes didn't move at all, his thin cheeks were pale with a bluish tint, and his lips were frighteningly white, without any blood, Feng Ling was worried to death.

"The medicine only lowered the temperature for two hours, but the fever persisted, and it was very serious..." Following the nurse's gaze, Feng Ling saw the urine bag placed beside Zhao Qingxun. Unlike the usual light yellow color, against the backdrop of light-colored bedding, the transparent bag contained only a thin layer of urine, and inside it was pink liquid.

"Hematuria?" Feng Ling grabbed the urine bag and looked at it again and again in disbelief. Her heart ached instantly. "Don't intubate him. Doesn't it hurt?" Just looking at it hurt. Having been with Zhao Qingxun for so long, Feng Ling had taken the initiative to learn a lot about nursing care. Hematuria meant that his urinary system was seriously inflamed and sick.

"He... doesn't feel the pain." The nurse didn't dare to say anything, but it was a fact that Zhao Qingxun didn't feel the pain. Without a catheter, his shriveled and non-functional bladder might not be able to urinate a drop. The bloating would make his body sweat and tremble, which was even more troublesome. Now continuing to insert the catheter was also a helpless solution.

Touching Zhao Qingxun's hot forehead and neck, and then touching his lips and fingers, which were cold, Feng Ling thought that Zhao Qingxun was probably not wearing pants on the lower half of his body. The nurse exposed his paralyzed calves and kept massaging and wiping his soft and weak paralyzed feet and calves, trying to cool him down.

"Brother, let's go to the hospital later. Brother, tell me where you feel uncomfortable..." Feng Ling leaned over and whispered in Zhao Qingxun's ear, eager to hear his answer. She knew that he would not answer. He was so sick and confused. How could he wake up so soon?

Zhao Qingxun, who was trapped in a swamp, did react to the sound of the wind chimes. He moved his left hand fingers again and again, but his slender fingers couldn't grab anything. Unable to break free from the darkness, he had to continue to struggle with the swamp.

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