Chapter 10 Chapter 10 Memories
The air in Beijing has improved a lot and seems to be a lot quieter. This is Zhao Qingxun's biggest experience after sitting in the courtyard twice after returning to China.
If you count carefully, Zhao Qingxun has only been back in China for a month. He has been well taken care of and has no problems adapting to the climate and water. However, his body is very fragile and prone to illness. A heavy rain left Zhao Qingxun completely paralyzed in bed and unable to get up.
Zhao Qingxun felt as if countless small insects were biting his body. The pain was unbearable and he had no choice but to let the nurse hold him up. In a daze, the nurse kept kneading his immobile limbs, massaging and gently beating his back. He was in so much pain that apart from taking medicine, he could not drink a sip of water, let alone eat a single bite of food.
"Let me in." The nurse was at the door and didn't stop her. He just advised Xiaoxun that you should not come. Feng Ling got angry and even reached out to push the door.
With a bang, Feng Ling pushed the door open and ran into Zhao Qingxun's bedroom. Without stopping, she ran straight to his bed.
"Brother, you are sick." Seeing Zhao Qingxun lying on his side on the bed with his face facing her, his long eyelashes casting a stretched shadow on his face, Feng Ling even walked lightly and gently.
"It smells like medicine. What are you doing here?" Looking up at Feng Ling, Zhao Qingxun, who was originally in low spirits, still pulled himself together to talk to her, worried that his appearance would scare her.
His body was always clean, and there was a faint floral scent floating in the room, but Feng Ling didn't smell any Chinese medicine at all.
When lying on his side, Zhao Qingxun placed a large shaping pillow in front of him to help him lie steadily. Because his legs were too thin, he clamped a special pillow between them to prevent the spine and hip bones from deforming. In Feng Ling's eyes, this was a situation he had never seen before, and it made Zhao Qingxun look even more weak and frail, and she felt particularly pity for him.
"There's no smell of medicine... You didn't have breakfast, and I was worried, so I came to check on you." Seeing his calm eyes, she didn't dare to stare at his body anymore.
Not wanting to make her worry, Zhao Qingxun immediately acted like a brother and forced himself to coax her, "Who told you that? I ate it, I'm fine."
"Then you eat with me. I don't want to eat lunch alone." Feng Ling had been studying for the whole morning and her mind was full of worry about her brother. She couldn't help but run to his room.
"Okay." Fortunately, Zhao Qingxun did not refuse, otherwise Feng Ling was going to threaten him by crying.
He took medicine to relieve the pain and couldn't rest in bed. However, when Feng Ling acted coquettishly, Zhao Qingxun agreed to everything she said. He struggled to be picked up by the nurse and had lunch with the little girl.
Knowing that Zhao Qingxun couldn't sit still and had no strength in his hands, Butler Song specifically instructed Feng Ling. Zhao Qingxun probably didn't have the strength to eat by himself now, so Feng Ling really coaxed and persuaded Zhao Qingxun to feed him, not giving him the chance to do it himself.
Although Zhao Qingxun was in pain, Feng Ling still persuaded him to play chess and board games with her. The schedule was even tighter than going to school.
Because Feng Ling came, the things Zhao Qingxun had to worry about began to increase exponentially. Daily life had already exhausted all his energy. He didn't care about himself, but he personally took care of Feng Ling's diet, clothing, and study progress. He also had to take time to accompany her and care for her from time to time to prevent her from being too rebellious during adolescence. It can be said that he was worried to death.
This was exactly the purpose of Zhao Lanyin bringing Zhao Qingxun back to Beijing.
Because Butler Song reported that Zhao Qingxun had attempted suicide twice, Zhao Qingxun basically didn't care about rehabilitation, and he fished for three days and slacked off for two days. Once he had regular rehabilitation and his left arm regained some function and strength, he tried to hide the dinner knife again, which really scared Butler Song to death.
Director Zhao is also afraid, she is more afraid than Butler Song. Zhao Qingxun has changed from a sunny boy to a severely disabled person who is paralyzed and unable to take care of himself. She is not with her son and uses her money for everything. She looks like a good mother who works hard to make money. In fact, isn't Director Zhao herself escaping?
One knows one's son best. After much deliberation, Zhao Lanyin decided that a change of scenery would be more appropriate for Zhao Qingxun than sending him to see a psychiatrist. He asked him to leave the quiet, beautiful, sparsely populated Switzerland, his home with few visitors a year, surrounded only by doctors and caregivers, and return to the bustling international metropolis of Beijing. Then, he sent him a powerful dose of medicine—the wind chime. Sure enough, within a month, Zhao Qingxun's life had undergone a dramatic transformation.
Zhao Qingxun, who lacked a normal family life since childhood, was supportive when he learned that his mother adopted Feng Ling. Although they had never met formally, he had seen countless photos of Feng Ling. He would prepare birthday and Christmas gifts for his sister every year and had long treated Feng Ling as a family member.
Zhao Qingxun, a man with a cold exterior but a warm heart, had lived with Feng Ling since she arrived. He was a dedicated older brother, caring for his sister, teaching her how to do things, tolerating her childish tempers, and striving to be there for her despite his paralyzed body. Although Feng Ling often disturbed him, he still doted on her without limit, even tiring himself out, and his sleep at night was improving.
At first, Zhao Qingxun didn't let Feng Ling go to see him when he was receiving treatment because he was afraid that Feng Ling would be sickened by the smell of the medicine. But Feng Ling grew up day by day and was worried about her brother, so she insisted on going to see him during the treatment.
She didn't want to show it to Feng Ling, but Zhao Qingxun would never tell her in person. He would only instruct the people around him that once Feng Ling entered his room, Zhao Qingxun would never drive her out.
In order to make it easier to take care of the patient, Zhao Qingxun's nursing bed is split into two sides, and it has the same function no matter which side he sleeps on. On this day, he was lying flat on his right side because they were giving him acupuncture on his right hand.
When Feng Ling, who was concerned about her brother, entered the room, Zhao Qingxun's treatment was already halfway through. The nurse who was taking care of him had been counting the time, and it was almost time for Zhao Qingxun to urinate.
Normally, it would be nothing after a while, but Zhao Qingxun's paralyzed feet were soaked in the medicine for a while and then massaged. Although he had gradually gotten used to the strength, he couldn't stand the precise massage, and his legs and feet twitched and he couldn't help groaning. Just when he was about to hold on with his head tilted to the side and gritting his teeth, he heard Feng Ling coming in.
His body shuddered, and the nurse thought he was holding it in, so he hurriedly asked Zhao Qingxun in a low voice, "Xiaoxun, does it hurt a lot? It's time."
"No, wait a little longer." He didn't want Feng Ling to see the urine bag. Although she would see it anyway, Zhao Qingxun just felt awkward and wanted to cover it up.
"Hello, Doctor Sun, brother, I came to see you. When will the treatment end?" After greeting the old Chinese doctor, Feng Ling stood at the end of the nursing bed and greeted him softly with concern.
"It's almost there..." The pain in his back suddenly made Zhao Qingxun almost speechless. He took a breath and felt sweat gradually seeping out of his forehead.
"You're really tired, right? You're sweating." Whenever Feng Ling entered Zhao Qingxun's room, she would leave her shirt or cardigan on the sofa outside his bedroom because it was too hot there. He was frail, and he always wore more clothes than others, yet his fingers were still cold. She had never seen him sweat before. Now, seeing a few strands of hair wet with sweat on his fair, full forehead, she thought he was overheated.
"No, it's okay." He looked up and saw that she needed to take a breath, but he still said it was okay.
The nurse knew that Zhao Qingxun's discomfort was caused by bloating, so he didn't care about Feng Ling beside the bed, squatted beside Dr. Sun, carefully lifted the thin quilt a little, and opened the valve on the urine bag hidden under the quilt. The light yellow liquid had already filled the catheter and was quickly injected into the urine bag. The nurse was always watching by the bed and did not dare to be careless.
Zhao Qingxun's right hand and arms were covered with thin silver needles. His thin paralyzed legs were trembling non-stop from being massaged by the masseur, causing his long legs, which never moved, to tremble slightly as well. The wind chimes could see his physical condition.
However, Feng Ling had never seen the catheter connected to his body before. She looked at it carefully with curiosity. After realizing that the catheter was used for urination, Feng Ling was so surprised that she was speechless and stood there in a daze.
Everyone is normal, only Zhao Qingxun is paralyzed in bed weak and powerless. He is the only one who is special. It is not enough for him to be paralyzed and unable to walk and rely on others to take care of him. He also has to rely on a catheter and a urine bag to urinate in front of his 18-year-old sister. With his left hand on his eyes, Zhao Qingxun subconsciously pursed his lips, thinking in his heart, she thinks he is a monster.
The fact is, Feng Ling, as one of the few people Zhao Lanyin trusted, already knew everything about her brother.
She knew that he had grown up under various cameras, and almost all the details of his life and growth had been recorded and magnified. Once upon a time, the clothes Zhao Qingxun wore, the accessories he matched, the games he played, and the food he ate were all sought after.
As the school's most popular actor, Zhao Qingxun entered university with the aura of a star. He held advertising endorsements, enjoyed filming, and pursued extreme sports. His life was completely devoid of privacy, constantly being followed and secretly photographed. Yet, he managed to achieve straight A's in all his classes and had no scandals. The only topic of discussion, perhaps, was Zhao Qingxun's background—who was his father? This remains a mystery in the entertainment industry.
Before living with her brother, Director Zhao told Feng Ling that her brother could not walk and was in poor health, so she must not make him angry. Feng Ling had seen too many photos and videos of Zhao Qingxun. She was deeply impressed by his sharpness and sexiness, his restrained charm, his three-point gentleness, his three-point obscureness, and his three-point tragic tone, and naturally obeyed her adoptive mother's advice.
Zhao Qingxun, who was in his teens and twenties, also made Feng Ling understand that the sexual tension of a male actor is not just about being strong. Sometimes, the sensitive aura that comes out of it can make him even more sexy. It is a kind of implicit energy field. The core is stable, the mind is focused, and the actions always keep up with the ideas. He is good at finding certainty in uncertainty. The more he struggles, the calmer he becomes, and the more chaotic the world is, the more sober he becomes.
Seeing the real person was the beginning of Feng Ling's physical and mental shock. Zhao Qingxun was paralyzed and could only stay in bed. He even needed several straps to sit firmly in a wheelchair. He had undergone more than a dozen operations, his throat had been cut, and his thin and immobile body showed how serious his injuries were.
Using his left hand to operate an electric wheelchair was already the most amazing thing Zhao Qingxun could do. Feng Ling felt sorry for his contracted and deformed right hand, but she also knew what earth-shattering things he had done with his movable left hand. With her at home, she would never let her brother be lonely again and have the idea of committing suicide in despair.
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