Chapter 9 Chapter 9 Memories

At only eighteen years old, Feng Ling is at the age of being energetic and curious about everything. She has suddenly escaped from the stressful work life and feels like she is in a paradise in the bustling city. With the company of a special brother like Zhao Qingxun, she is undoubtedly happy and relaxed.

"Is the dance room ready?" Feng Ling needed to dance, so Zhao Qingxun immediately arranged for someone to prepare a special room for her.

The several thousand square meter house was designed with a fitness room, dance studio, or yoga room in mind. Feng Ling had dance classes and loved to jump around. Housekeeper Song quickly set up the space for Feng Ling, following Zhao Qingxun's instructions. "It's ready. The flooring and mats are all ready-made. The mirror is already installed. Miss Feng Ling said it's great, and she also likes the speakers. She doesn't need anything else."

"I'll go and take a look." Zhao Qingxun was careful and wanted to see for himself if there was anything missing so that he could buy the wind chimes.

After taking the medicine, Housekeeper Song was reluctant to move Zhao Qingxun, fearing he might vomit. However, seeing his concerned expression, he knew he truly cared. He waved for the nurse to push the wheelchair over and helped him sit up. Since Feng Ling came to the house, Zhao Qingxun rarely wore home clothes. He would ask to change into clothes after getting up, and blow-dry his hair every day, trying to look energetic and good-looking. Although there were more procedures to take care of him, Zhao Qingxun himself was obviously more lively and had more fun in his life.

The nurse hugged Zhao Qingxun, and Zhao Qingxun raised his hand to support his shoulders, and slowly hugged him from the knees and picked him up. Because he was wearing a waist brace, Zhao Qingxun's body was not so soft and it was easier to pick him up. He soon sat in the wheelchair and went straight to the dance studio on the third floor.

Music was coming from afar. Feng Ling was dancing. The door of the dance studio was wide open. Zhao Qingxun could be seen even before his wheelchair entered. White gauze was fluttering in the floor-to-ceiling windows. Feng Ling was wearing a skirt that couldn't be shorter. She was dancing a Korean girl group dance, naturally blending hotness and cuteness together.

The nurse and the housekeeper took one look at Feng Ling's skirt, immediately turned around and walked out, far away from the dance studio. Some older people really couldn't immediately accept such a short skirt.

"elder brother."

Wearing two white soft leather boots, one with yellow laces and the other with silver laces, Feng Ling saw Zhao Qingxun, stopped dancing and ran towards the wheelchair.

Seeing the yellow and gray shoelaces coming towards him, Zhao Qingxun's eyes were filled with her cuteness. Her wind-bell-like hair had grown to her hips. Sweat was still on her forehead, but she squatted beside Zhao Qingxun's legs without a care in the world. Her small hand naturally rested on his immobile right hand. Her small face was raised, and her sparkling eyes looked at him. "Did I dance well?"

Wanting to help Feng Ling wipe the sweat off her face, Zhao Qingxun looked down and saw that there was no handkerchief within the reach of his left hand. His slender fingers moved, but remained on the armrest without lifting them up. "It seems, not bad." Zhao Qingxun only saw a few steps and was too reserved to praise her. He didn't know that his shy look was very much like that of a little boy. Feng Ling thought he was shy.

"Thank you, brother, for decorating the dance studio for me so quickly." Feng Ling finds it very interesting to dance at home, where she can learn and dance without leaving the house.

"Nothing, if you need anything, you can tell me."

"It's already great. I can run, swim, and play ball. The house is really big."

She held his hand, not afraid of the deformed and cold hand, and held it naturally, as if they had held hands countless times before.

When Zhao Qingxun was at his worst, even when he was receiving nutritional injections, he refused to allow the nurse to feed him. When he and Feng Ling were together for the first time, they shared a bite, creating a relaxed and joyful atmosphere. Butler Song reported to Zhao Lanyin that the siblings had a harmonious relationship. Zhao Lanyin thanked Butler Song for his hard work, saying it was probably fate. If he had known they were so close, he should have placed Feng Ling with his son to take care of her together.

In fact, Zhao Qingxun had only been back in Beijing for half a month. After several communications with Zhao Lanyin, Zhao Qingxun finally nodded in agreement and accepted the Chinese medicine doctor she mentioned to see him.

The old Chinese doctor, who was in his sixties, brought a young apprentice carrying a medicine box and took Zhao Lanyin's car to the door of the big villa where Zhao Qingxun lived.

"Hello, Doctor Sun. Let me get this." Butler Song opened the car door for Chinese Medicine Doctor Sun. Seeing his young apprentice get out of the car first, he took the medicine box on his own initiative.

"Hello." Dr. Sun had already communicated with Zhao Lanyin and signed a confidentiality agreement. He nodded to Butler Song and told his apprentice to wait for him. "I'll go up by myself. You wait here. Don't walk back and forth."

The headboard of the multifunctional nursing bed rose more than ten degrees. Zhao Qingxun lay in bed, wearing long sleeves and long pants. His slender body was covered by a thin silk quilt, but his limbs were still stiff and unnatural. Seeing the housekeeper leading the elderly man in, he knew it must be the traditional Chinese medicine doctor and was the first to greet him, "Hello, Mr. Sun, thank you for taking such a long time to come."

As soon as Zhao Qingxun started speaking with a voice that was a mixture of the clear voice of a young man and the low magnetic voice of an adult man, Dr. Sun could be more certain that the man lying in bed in front of him was thin and had complicated diseases. Hearing his weak state as he spoke, Dr. Sun had a good idea in his mind.

"You're welcome. Hello, Qingxun. It's more convenient for me to come here than for you to go out. I have a special car to pick you up, so it's not too hard." Without being overly polite, Chinese Medicine Doctor Sun sat down beside the bed and gently held Zhao Qingxun's thin and crooked right wrist, which was adjusted by the nurse.

The nurse and housekeeper Song were both by the bedside. Chinese medicine doctor Sun changed several pulse-taking postures and carefully felt Zhao Qingxun's pulse. He then asked to touch Zhao Qingxun's left hand again, and did not let the patient move. Chinese medicine doctor Sun stood up, walked around the bed, came to the other side of the bed, sat by the bed, and carefully felt the pulse of the left hand again.

Seeing Zhao Qingxun's slowly extended left hand and the obviously different shapes of the two hands, Dr. Sun realized that his left hand was still movable and this precious young master was not completely paralyzed.

"You have no feeling in your legs? Can you feel it when I touch you?" Dr. Sun pressed Zhao Qingxun's knees, which were slightly raised on the nursing bed, with greater force. The paralyzed limbs were powerless and followed his pressure. The outward-turned calves caused the slender feet to sway slightly. Zhao Qingxun had no strength or self-control at all.

He was reluctant to be touched, but the other party was a doctor, so Zhao Qingxun replied expressionlessly, "No," and said nothing more.

"Where is the perception plane?" It can be seen, and Zhao Lanyin has also heard it in advance. Knowing that Zhao Qingxun does not like to be touched, Dr. Sun did not further test his paralyzed body, but asked softly, showing great respect.

"I can feel sensation two fingers above my belly button, not all of it, but I can just feel it. Below that, I can't feel anything." Zhao Qingxun explained dryly. He couldn't walk with his legs, and his lower body had no sensation. He didn't know if he was hungry, cold or warm. The remaining sensation in his upper body was vague due to damage to his cervical spine, but it was better than nothing. It was as if his body had been cut in two.

"You often feel pain in your body, right? The nerves in your upper body are not broken, but they are seriously injured. Your lower body also hurts. For example, the pain in your back and right arm is less. Also, your spleen and stomach are too bad and completely out of balance. If you continue like this, you will get a serious illness sooner or later. I will treat you for a period of time, which may last for several years." He walked back to Zhao Qingxun's right side and talked to him in a low voice about his condition. Although Dr. Sun was old, he spoke crisply and clearly. He did not have the elaboration of old scholars or experts. He talked entirely about the prominent symptoms of Zhao Qingxun's body.

It was the first time for Zhao Qingxun to listen to a Chinese medicine doctor talk about his illness. It was rare, and he spoke very clearly and logically. Zhao Qingxun looked into the other person's eyes but did not agree.

"I can't make you completely well, and it's impossible for you to walk again. However, I can make your body feel less heavy, unblock the blocked blood vessels and meridians, and expel some toxins. Like this hand, maybe it can slowly recover some functions." Holding the bony right wrist, Dr. Sun revealed his abilities and treatment goals.

As his muscles and bones contracted, his completely paralyzed right wrist became crooked. At this moment, it trembled slightly with excitement. Zhao Qingxun couldn't even feel this hand. If he could regain some function, it would be a great blessing. After all, he had been constantly losing control of his body and had never gained anything back.

"Ahem..." Zhao Qingxun was so happy that he couldn't get up. He took two deep breaths before slowly speaking to Dr. Sun. "Are you really okay? Are you recovering?"

"Traditional Chinese medicine is slower, but you will recover a little. Just take the time to cooperate with the treatment. We will try to make you drink less medicine. You can't take Chinese medicine for a long time. It will put a burden on your kidney function. Also, your spleen and stomach are not in good condition. Drinking too much medicine will also hurt your stomach." While speaking, Dr. Sun's warm big hand supported Zhao Qingxun's paralyzed wrist and touched his eight wrist bones one by one. The thenar and hypothenar muscles had long been atrophied. The nurse massaged his paralyzed palm continuously every day, but it only slowed down the speed of the finger curling and deformity.

Zhao Qingxun had to rely on others for his daily life. He had no social life and free time. It all depended on whether he was willing to accept traditional Chinese medicine. Dr. Sun did not step on his taboos at all. Soon, he nodded with difficulty and agreed to accept traditional Chinese medicine treatment.

"Brother, do you want to drink some Chinese medicine? It must be very bitter, right?" After Dr. Sun left, Feng Ling went to the room to visit Zhao Qingxun. Zhao Qingxun let her sit on the edge of the bed and held her hand, and the two chatted in a low voice.

"Well, don't worry, you won't smell anything. I asked them to boil the medicine over there." What Zhao Qingxun meant by "over there" was the small building where the workers lived, which was connected to his main building, forming a novel U-shaped design.

"It's okay. If, I mean if, you can't drink it, I'll prepare dessert for you." While chatting, Feng Ling also thoughtfully brought the prepared water to Zhao Qingxun. She also knew that her brother was in poor health and needed care.

The next day, one of Dr. Sun's apprentices, who specialized in acupuncture, came to the house and began to massage Zhao Qingxun's body. Dr. Sun also came to treat Zhao Qingxun with acupuncture. At the end of the massage, he used a prepared Chinese herbal remedy to soak Zhao Qingxun's feet while massaging. Feng Ling was taking a class on the first floor, but Housekeeper Song wouldn't let her go upstairs to see her brother's treatment. Later, Feng Ling asked the kitchen aunt, who quietly told her that Zhao Qingxun was in a lot of pain during the massage and kept complaining about it...

What Feng Ling didn't know was that Zhao Qingxun was seriously injured and had undergone several major operations. There was a steel plate left in his cervical spine, and the steel plates and nails in his lumbar spine were still there and had not been removed.

Zhao Qingxun had been plagued by irregular neuralgia for years. He felt nothing from ordinary massages, but how could his frail body withstand a professional acupoint massage? The masseur held Zhao Qingxun's long, limp leg. Even before Zhao Qingxun felt any pain, his leg began to twitch slightly. After a few more presses, the pain became unbearable, and he asked for a stop.

Housekeeper Song stayed by his side, coaxing him to hold on, but he couldn't hold out for more than a few strokes. Zhao Qingxun's paralyzed legs were too fragile, and he could barely endure a few strokes. His legs were already twitching in pain, and he moaned continuously. Seeing the transparent catheter connected to Zhao Qingxun's body suddenly flow with a light yellow liquid, Housekeeper Song realized the power of this massage and understood the intention of Chinese medicine doctor Sun's suggestion to open the catheter valve.

After only a few sessions of massage, acupuncture, and Chinese medicine foot baths, Beijing's rainiest season arrived. Zhao Qingxun felt so unwell that he couldn't even sit up, so he had no choice but to interrupt the treatment.

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