Chapter 2 Chapter 2
Feng Ling was very careful not to put all her weight on Zhao Qingxun. After a few minutes, Zhao Qingxun's hand slid down from her back and he began to breathe heavily. It was a bit difficult for him to sit.
She excused herself to check the dosage in the IV bag and gently left his body, not forgetting to observe his sitting position to prevent him from falling to the side. "It's almost over. Then I'll stretch you out. You can eat with me, okay?"
"You had a massage before you got home, so just take care of your eating." Regardless of the IV, Zhao Qingxun only had eyes for Feng Ling, his gaze fixed on her. "Baby, you can eat more recently, and you don't need to control your weight."
The new job has not been finalized yet. Feng Ling likes sweet fruits and can eat more of them. She saw that the potion had reached the bottom, so she pressed the bell to call the nurse to remove the needle for Zhao Qingxun.
Due to an incomplete cervical spine injury, Zhao Qingxun's right hand was completely useless. His wrist and fingers couldn't move at all, and his muscles had almost completely atrophied. Today was his last injection. The nurse squatted by the bed and removed the needle. Feng Ling squatted next to the nurse and was the first to receive Zhao Qingxun's thin hand.
His palm bones and finger bones were all slender, and a few fingers were weakly folded and clasped in the palm of his hand. As Feng Ling pressed the needle hole for him, it trembled slightly. Feng Ling's fingers pressed in his palm, and her pointed fingers clasped her hand softly, as if doing small movements. In fact, apart from moving his shoulders to move his arms, he had no control over anything else.
"It's okay now, just put on the tape." Zhao Qingxun reminded her with a smile when he saw her serious face.
"I like shaking hands, don't worry about it." The paralyzed body cannot move. Due to long-term use of anticoagulant drugs to prevent blood clots, even small wounds like pinholes on Zhao Qingxun's body are very difficult to heal. After each blood draw and infusion, pressure must be applied for a long time to prevent bleeding or bruising.
"Ahem, okay, okay... You supervise me every day, and when I come back it's even more amazing, you hold on to me and won't let go..." This was a happy complaint. Zhao Qingxun only hated that he was in poor health and couldn't live with her every day.
Feng Ling's lover is not very old, but she is like a family member who is much more reliable than Director Zhao's mother. One of them is recuperating in Bern, and the other is studying in Beijing. She still pays attention to Zhao Qingxun's physical condition every day and gives him meticulous care.
"It's only noon here. Do I have to eat four meals today?" When it was time for him to eat, Feng Ling checked the needle hole and made sure there would be no bleeding before slowly letting go of his hand. The fingertips were pale and cold. She placed his hand on her lower abdomen and hugged Zhao Qingxun coquettishly again.
"It's okay, we can swim in the afternoon. You've lost weight this semester." Seeing Feng Ling revealing a little bit of her waistline, her tight waist became thinner and thinner, Zhao Qingxun's eyes were full of admiration.
"When you swim, remember to prepare chocolate for me."
Hearing her mention chocolate, Zhao Qingxun raised his left hand, scratched the tip of her nose with his middle and index fingers, and said lovingly, "Okay, you've gained weight for being photogenic, so don't come to me and cry. Let's go out another day. When you've had a good rest, I'll go out with you later."
His cold was barely healed. Feng Ling was worried about him going out to play at this time. She nestled in his chest and shook her head, "Don't go out. Sleep at home. I'm so sleepy."
Unable to sit still, Zhao Qingxun relied on the advanced functions of the nursing bed to support his waist and back comfortably. He bent his legs slightly a few degrees before he could sit steadily without support. Feng Ling hugged him and acted coquettishly. Zhao Qingxun's body was already a little tired. He could feel his chest feeling heavy and his breathing gradually became less smooth.
Fortunately, Feng Ling just leaned forward and straightened up. She patted Zhao Qingxun's thigh and asked him tentatively, "Xun, it's uncomfortable to tie it around your leg, right? I'll help you take it off. Let's go eat."
Shaking his head, Zhao Qingxun insisted on his own idea, "Let's talk about it after dinner." Even if it was just a pretense, it would be good to be able to have dinner with Feng Ling like a normal person.
Before Feng Ling could persuade him again, the nurse had already pushed the wheelchair in. It was indeed time for dinner. Zhao Qingxun had low blood sugar and low blood pressure. He didn't know he was hungry, but his body couldn't stand being hungry.
It was easier to hold Zhao Qingxun when he was sitting. His immobile right hand was curled up on his lower abdomen. The nurse easily picked him up and leaned him on the nurse's thick chest. Zhao Qingxun would use his right hand to put on the nurse's shoulder. The nurse didn't even have to move his feet. He just had to bend over, straighten up, turn around, and bend over again, and the person was placed steadily in the wheelchair.
Seeing that Zhao Qingxun's head was resting accurately on the headrest, the nurse knew that the transfer was successful. He bent down to straighten Zhao Qingxun's body, slowly adjusted the fixators on both sides of his ribs to help stabilize his weak waist and back, and then fastened the chest and abdominal straps, squatted down and fiddled with Zhao Qingxun's legs.
Feng Ling also wanted to squat down to help him put on his shoes, but Zhao Qingxun, enduring the dizziness caused by low blood pressure, raised his hand to call her, and the two of them held hands sweetly again.
Before he could open his mouth, Zhao Qingxun stood up straight. The condition of his lungs changed and his soft body began to cough and wheeze, "Cough... cough... cough..." Due to paralysis, his chest and abdomen had no strength, so his coughs were slow and low. In fact, he was in great pain.
Seeing the hand they were holding hanging down loosely, Feng Ling was about to hug him immediately, but the nurse got there first. She opened the chest strap, held up Zhao Qingxun's collapsed upper body, let him lean on her, and patted his back forcefully, repeatedly. The care was over only when Zhao Qingxun finally coughed out the phlegm that was blocking his airway.
Seeing him cough weakly with his head tilted to the side, the phlegm was finally slapped out. Feng Ling reached out to support his body as it fell forward, but Zhao Qingxun's eyes were still distracted. "I've had a cold recently. Are you feeling this bad every day?"
Zhao Qingxun, who had just coughed up phlegm, couldn't speak yet. The nurse caught the phlegm for him, wiped his mouth, and politely answered Feng Ling's question on his behalf, "I'm much better now."
Yes, he is paralyzed and cannot take care of himself. He relies on others for help with everything, such as dressing, eating and bathing. This disease will not get better, but will only get worse as he gets older, right?
"So you need to rest for a few more days, eat well, and drink plenty of water." Feng Ling felt that Zhao Qingxun should continue to take the medicine. Judging from the way he was coughing, his illness was not completely cured.
Zhao Qingxun turned his head to look at Feng Ling after feeling dizzy. He took his right hand with his left hand and placed it on the wheelchair armrest. The caregiver fastened the straps, and he pushed the wheelchair's joystick and walked out of the room. "I'm fine now, let's go."
Following the electric wheelchair into the elevator and looking at his restrained yet charming face, Feng Ling knew that Zhao Qingxun valued his image and was especially patient and tolerant towards her. At this moment, she was no longer sure how much discomfort he was feeling, or what his actual physical condition was.
The temperature in the first-floor restaurant was two degrees cooler than upstairs, but Zhao Qingxun wouldn't catch a cold in his sweater. The butler saw them coming down and immediately came over with a smile. Zhao Qingxun seemed to remember something and stopped his wheelchair. He raised his left hand to eyebrow level and looked at the butler. The butler understood his request, pulled out his glasses case from his pocket, opened it, and put his frameless glasses on Zhao Qingxun. Zhao Qingxun nodded, thanked him, and drove the wheelchair to the dining table and parked it.
After parking his wheelchair, he raised his hand again, searching for Feng Ling. Her studies had largely concluded during her senior semester, and she'd been busy with her acting career. A little over a month ago, while filming abroad, she'd returned to Bern and spent two days with Zhao Qingxun. Their hasty return and departure had tormented the young couple's longing for each other. Finally, Feng Ling was back for the holiday, and he truly didn't want to be apart from her even for a moment.
"I'm embarrassed by you like this. Should I change into a dress so I can have dinner with you?" It turned out that Zhao Qingxun deliberately wore glasses just to see Feng Ling. Because of his mild myopia, she knew he rarely wore glasses, but whenever she was around, he would ask for help putting them on. Feng Ling once asked Zhao Qingxun why, and he actually replied that it was to see her clearly, which really made Feng Ling very embarrassed.
"I'm not wearing a tuxedo either, don't panic." He raised his hand to push his glasses and smiled softly.
His body could not stand straight, and when he sat in a wheelchair without a brace, he looked a little hunched. There was no way around it, as two injuries to his spine completely destroyed Zhao Qingxun's body.
Feng Ling never thought that Zhao Qingxun was not in good health. She sat at the dining table, as if she was in a fairy tale world, looking into the distance from Zhao Qingxun's gentle and affectionate eyes. The distant view outside the window was the blue lake under the snow-capped mountains. Every drop of water rippled with pure poetry. The lush forest surrounded the oval lake. Nearby were wooden houses, carriages and curling smoke. The pulse and heartbeat of the snow-capped mountains were in sync here.
Two young people, one has to control his weight due to work, and the other is a high-level paraplegic who cannot eat indigestible food. Their lunch is mainly varied and low in oil and salt, not a heavy-tasting meal.
The housekeeper personally put a power-assisting glove on Zhao Qingxun's left hand to ensure that he would not be embarrassed by not being able to hold the fork while eating. Zhao Qingxun waited quietly, and only after his hand was clenched and the fork was fixed did he smile and start the wind chime.
"Baby, do you like it? Do you want some red wine?"
"I drink juice."
"It's not fried, it's grilled. Try it. Do you like it?"
Fengling's taste is a combination of sweetness as a child and seafood and beef and mutton as she grows older. She is naturally not prone to obesity and has a slender figure, so she can actually eat as much as she wants. However, as an actress, she has stricter requirements for appearing on camera, so controlling her weight has become a top priority for her.
The chef in Zhao Qingxun's family is from Guangdong. The dishes he cooks are fresh and delicious, with a mellow and light taste. He also specially researched dishes that young people like for Feng Ling, so Feng Ling is mostly satisfied with his dishes.
As soon as the lid was opened, the strong aroma of barbecue wafted out. Feng Ling picked up the knife and fork and started eating without hesitation, "Let me try it, and then cut some more for you."
"Okay." With the napkin tied around his neck, Zhao Qingxun carefully picked up a few noodles and ate them slowly.
After tasting it, Feng Ling felt that the taste was not bad, not too strong. She carefully cut the tender and smooth Wagyu beef into thin small pieces and held it up carefully. After seeing Zhao Qingxun swallow a mouthful of noodles, she handed the fork in her hand to his lips and said, "Try it?"
Zhao Qingxun ate from her hand without expressing any opinion. Instead, he lowered his head to deal with the fresh vegetables beside him. Feng Ling saw that he didn't mind it, so she took out the baked lobster, cut a small piece of it, and held it up to feed him.
"I don't like cream." Zhao Qingxun didn't avoid her feeding him, but just expressed his opinion lightly.
Retracting her hand, Feng Ling ate the juicy shrimp meat and found it delicious. "But you decided the menu."
"I know you like this." He answered as a matter of course.
In fact, Zhao Qingxun has been a picky eater since he was a child and doesn't like meat and milk. For a long time after he was injured, he hardly ate any meat. But because Feng Ling liked it, he forced himself to eat a few bites again. This has made people around him admire Feng Ling's influence.
Feng Ling would naturally want to feed Zhao Qingxun her favorite dishes and fruits. After years of living together, Zhao Qingxun had become accustomed to her feeding him. When the two of them ate together, Zhao Qingxun would always eat a few more bites than when he ate alone.
Except for the cream-baked lobster, Zhao Qingxun accepted all the other food that Feng Ling fed him. His eyes were clear and his attention was always on her.
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