Chapter 16 Chapter 16 Memories
The bladder is probably the most sensitive organ of Zhao Qingxun, who doesn't like to laugh and is too lazy to talk. In order to ensure Feng Ling's success in the college entrance examination, he has been secretly worried for a long time. In addition, he has been wearing an indwelling urinary catheter all year round, which makes him particularly prone to infection. He unknowingly became inflamed.
Holding his slightly warm body, Fengling, the nurse, wrapped Zhao Qingxun in a diaper and put on his pants. Since he couldn't wear shoes properly when going out while sick, the nurse carefully put the thickest wool socks on his crescent-shaped paralyzed feet. Only then did Fengling let go and let them carry Zhao Qingxun out and go straight to the hospital.
When the test results came out, the doctors were shocked. How could the patient be so seriously ill with such professional care at home?
Zhao Qingxun had an inflammation of the urethra and bladder, which caused him to urinate blood and develop a high fever. His body was too weak, so it was difficult for him to reduce the fever on his own. Sending him to the hospital was the timely and correct approach.
"Mom, my brother is sick, we are in the hospital." On the night of the college entrance examination, many students were celebrating all night long, and many people had already packed their luggage to travel, but Feng Ling called her adoptive mother in tears to report her brother's condition.
Knowing that Feng Ling was staying in the hospital, Zhao Lanyin felt particularly relieved. The next morning, he took a large bouquet of white lilies and went to the hospital to visit the patient at a leisurely pace.
Seven-centimeter cheese-white high heels stepped on the ground, and walked quickly from far to near. Zhao Lanyin saw Feng Ling standing up to greet him beside the bed, and took the lead to hug her with one hand, "My baby, you have worked hard. You have to take exams and accompany your brother." After saying that, he habitually kissed Feng Ling on the face and put down the flowers. Zhao Lanyin found that the person lying there had woken up. Although his complexion was particularly bad, Zhao Qingxun's beautiful eyes were clear, and it was obvious that he was in good spirits.
"He's fine, why is he sick? Baby, have you had breakfast? You go home and rest first, and leave this to them." Feng Ling is young and has just finished the college entrance examination. It was considerate of Zhao Lanyin to ask her to go home and rest.
Zhao Qingxun turned his head very slowly, his eyes met his mother's inquiring gaze, the corner of his mouth raised slightly, he took a deep breath, and spoke weakly, "Mom, I am sick because of you." She sent the caring baby away as soon as she arrived. Is she still her biological mother?
"Okay, okay, it's my fault for all the unhappy things." The hand wearing custom jewelry gently stroked his son's face. Zhao Lan was generous and flexible in character, so he rarely bothered about trivial matters.
"Mom, my brother is feeling a little better now. I want to stay with him." Feng Ling was reluctant to leave Zhao Qingxun. She stayed up all night observing Zhao Qingxun's temperature and paying more attention to the amount of blood in his urine. Most of the test results were below standard. She was afraid that her brother would be seriously ill and would not wake up.
The doctor was worried that the high fever would cause convulsions in the paralyzed body. Fortunately, the condition was brought under control after taking the medicine. At dawn, Zhao Qingxun's body temperature returned to normal.
Feng Ling wrung the towel with her own hands and gently wiped Zhao Qingxun's face and hands, then helped him sit up. Seeing that he felt a little dizzy and uncomfortable, she naturally held Zhao Qingxun in her arms and patiently accompanied him through this discomfort.
After taking care of Zhao Qingxun and letting him wash up, Feng Ling personally scooped up some warm water to feed him, and then took the breakfast brought by the housekeeper and fed him mouthful by mouthful, as if she had been taking care of him like this for a long, long time. Zhao Qingxun, who was obedient, did not say anything, but did not ask Feng Ling to go home.
For Feng Ling now, feeding and giving water are just a piece of cake. Wiping Zhao Qingxun's body, changing his clothes, pants, and diapers, etc., do not sound difficult. In fact, because of the different degrees of paralysis and weight of patients, professional nurses still need a lot of skills and expertise. Feng Ling seized the opportunity several times when Zhao Qingxun was sick and had no energy to refuse her, and she has mastered it and is now very proficient in doing it.
She has not had the opportunity to practice catheterization on Zhao Qingxun yet, but as a volunteer, Feng Ling has inserted catheters on patients in the hospital more than a dozen times. She only needs one chance to show off her skills in front of Zhao Qingxun.
Still a busy man, Zhao Lanyin put aside his worries when he saw his son getting better. He was once again convinced that his decision was right, and his mood gradually improved.
Less than three days into his hospital stay, Zhao Qingxun, who hated hospitals, insisted on being discharged and going home. The attending physician was unwilling to agree, so Zhao Qingxun asked the housekeeper to look for him again and again, and finally agreed to let him go home. The bodyguards at home brought nurses to the house every day to give him intravenous fluids. After a few days, they checked again and found that Zhao Qingxun's condition had improved a lot, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm sorry, baby, I didn't take you out to play, and I still need you to take care of me." After feeling better, Zhao Qingxun was even more courageous and sat in a wheelchair. He was already planning to take Feng Ling to travel abroad.
"I don't want to go anywhere. I feel comfortable at home every day." The house is really good, big and comfortable. For Fengling, this house is like a palace. It has everything. Golf and swimming alone are enough for her to play for a whole summer.
Now, wheelchair-bound Zhao Qingxun couldn't care less about the horses of Germany, the snow of Switzerland, or the surf of Hawaii. He could only secretly consider taking Fengling on trips to places with beautiful scenery, pleasant weather, or comfortable hotels with unique features. Taking photos of her, playing board games with her, and reading scripts together were the only things Zhao Qingxun could do for his sister. Fengling said she didn't like traveling far, but Zhao Qingxun was actually relieved. Beijing and the surrounding provinces and cities offered beautiful scenery and cultural landscapes that rivaled any other country. If Fengling was willing, he would certainly accompany her.
In the study at home, Feng Ling and Zhao Lanyin were sitting on the sofa, and Zhao Qingxun was sitting in a wheelchair next to the desk. It was rare for the three of them to sit together seriously. Feng Ling looked at her adoptive mother with her big eyes, not daring to say anything.
"Baby is going to college soon. I'm afraid he will travel around the world countless times in the future. Let's do serious things this summer vacation." Zhao Lanyin did not lie. She herself has traveled to the best places in the world. There is only where she doesn't want to go. There is no place she can't go.
"A new company has been established?" He could understand his mother's opening remarks and also knew what she wanted to say next. It must be his biological son Zhao Qingxun.
"Everything is ready. Jian Ying is excellent and you have a good eye for people." After saying it was ready, Zhao Lanyin took out a contract and pushed it in front of Feng Ling, while leisurely praising his capable assistant Jian Ying to Zhao Qingxun.
Zhao Lan organized the establishment of a new company, and Zhao Qingxun was the legal person. Because it was established for Fengling, Zhao Qingxun acquiesced and sent Jian Ying to take full charge.
"On the surface, brother is the boss, but in fact, brother is the one who paves the way for the baby and protects the baby." There is no need to coax, Feng Ling will definitely sign, but Zhao Lanyin always has to say a few words if she needs to.
"Thank you, Mom, and thank you, brother." With a satisfied smile on her face, Feng Ling picked up the pen obediently, turned to the last page, looked at her position clearly, and quickly signed her name and time.
Zhao Qingxun has only one goal, which is to protect Feng Ling and not allow her to suffer even the slightest injustice. The opponents in the entertainment industry are too powerful, and it is a road full of thorns, but at the end of this road, there will be the attention of thousands of people, the support of stars, and success. He is willing to let Feng Ling try, on the condition that he is always by her side.
In fact, from the moment Zhao Lanyin chose Feng Ling as the heroine, Feng Ling's destiny as an actress and a star was locked in her. No one wanted her to be a fleeting shooting star, so setting up a company was just a natural part of her styling plan.
Without asking, he picked up the pen and signed directly. Zhao Qingxun began to feel uncomfortable because of Feng Ling's complete trust. Ordinary artists were used to make money in this way. Turning around, she saw her brother looking at her with inquiring eyes. Feng Ling thought she had done something wrong, so she moved closer to her brother's wheelchair and kept looking at Zhao Qingxun with her big eyes.
"You did very well. Being an actor is not easy. It may be a bit hard in the future." Zhao Qingxun raised his hand to stroke Feng Ling's long hair. How could he bear to say a word to her? He wanted to treat her well but it was too late.
After the college entrance examination results came out, art universities soon sent admission news. Feng Ling passed the cultural courses and ranked first in the art examination, and was successfully admitted to her ideal university. Zhao Qingxun no longer had to worry about her and finally put his mind at ease.
Zhao Qingxun was worried about his sister, but Zhao Lanyin was not worried. Fengling was very smart, obedient and hardworking. Her experience in filming movies was the ultimate trump card for her art exam. What's more, she had a professional acting teacher who taught her for so many years. It was actually in Zhao Lanyin's plan that Fengling could go to the best performing arts university in China.
With her own company and assistant, Feng Ling's first surprise was the blessings from her fans. She was so surprised that she ran to Zhao Qingxun to share, "Brother, you didn't even tell me about the fan meeting."
"Oh, I'm telling you because I'm afraid you'll become proud and distracted." Zhao Qingxun's neck couldn't bear it anymore after reading the script on the computer for so long. He just lay down to rest when he saw Feng Ling coming in. He raised his hand and slowly touched the control screen of the nursing bed, raising the head of the bed a little.
Seeing that he still had glasses on his nose, Feng Ling helped him take them off. Holding the sparkling glasses in her hands, she couldn't help but ask, "Brother, what does it feel like to be nearsighted? Let me try." Feng Ling had a filter for this brother who was a handsome man. She felt that except for not being able to walk, everything else about her brother was the best.
Zhao Qingxun was trying to straighten the thin quilt that had already been blown away from his legs. He was struggling to steady his body and moved his left hand to grab the quilt. Before he raised his head, his glasses had fallen into Feng Ling's hands. He raised his hand to stop Feng Ling again, but his waist was sunken in the bed and he couldn't move at all. How could he reach her little face?
"No, you can't wear it. You are not nearsighted. Wearing it is not good for your eyes." Zhao Qingxun's breath was weak, and he spoke even more powerlessly in a hurry. More than 200 degrees is not considered high myopia. If it were not for helping Feng Ling read the script, Zhao Qingxun would not usually wear glasses. The more he forbade her to wear them, the more Feng Ling put on the glasses. The dizzy scene in front of her eyes made her instantly understand the difference between myopia and non-myopia.
The glasses Zhao Qingxun wore most often had tortoise shell frames and gold temples, and the other was an 18k gold ultra-light myopic glasses, which gave people a sense of dignity and elegance. "Your glasses look nice." She took off her glasses and placed them where Zhao Qingxun could reach with his left hand. Feng Ling supported his body, which had just risen and was still shaky. She casually pulled back his paralyzed leg that was tilted to the side and had pressed on the catheter. His long legs would not move by themselves, and he obediently let her move them. Then she pulled a thin blanket over him. Feng Ling let go of his hand when she saw that Zhao Qingxun could sit steadily.
Holding his breath, Zhao Qingxun accepted her help with a calm expression. In fact, he was very nervous, fearing that his useless body would be disliked by Feng Ling.
When Feng Ling was admitted to her ideal university, her fan club was officially announced, paving the way for her.
In fact, Feng Ling has always had film contracts. Now that she has her own company, all the contracts are in front of Zhao Qingxun, including excellent scripts and generous salary conditions. Zhao Lanyin is reluctant to let Feng Ling film other people's films, and Feng Ling is not anxious to film. She can concentrate on her studies without distraction and successfully enters the ideal university.
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