Chapter 21 Chapter 21 Memories
On the first night in Berlin, the master bedroom of the villa was elegant and spacious, with a completely comfortable and romantic style. After dinner, Zhao Qingxun was sent to bed to rest, and Feng Ling nestled beside him. The two of them had endless topics to talk about.
"Brother, can you help me manage my fund?" Pinching Zhao Qingxun's thin and drooping palm, Feng Ling was playing with the small massage ball fixed in his palm.
"There are professionals doing it, don't worry." She liked Feng Ling's little movements and played with his hands and the ball mischievously. Zhao Qingxun kept looking at her beautiful long hair and delicate profile, and chatted with her in a coaxing tone.
"Brother, have you chosen my next drama for me?" While playing with the ball, it was thrown aside, and the two people's hands became clasped together.
"Don't be anxious, just go to school well." The warm touch came from the clumsy fingers, and Zhao Qingxun's heart was also soothed by the warmth of the fingertips. He loved being with Feng Ling so much.
"Brother, let's have some midnight snack."
This time, without waiting for Zhao Qingxun to answer, Feng Ling ran downstairs and brought up the fragrant, sweet and delicious bird's nest and lotus seed soup stewed in the kitchen.
"You eat it yourself, I'm not thirsty." The soup was watery. Zhao Qingxun was wearing a catheter and didn't feel anything, but it was too late to drink it. He was worried that his eyes would swell up the next day, and then everyone would worry.
The super-large bed had no handrails or other equipment. Feng Ling imitated the nurse and prepared a large pillow before kneeling beside Zhao Qingxun and hugging him. There was no support on his waist, and his body was soft. When she hugged his shoulders, his ribs and waist were still stuck to the bed, making it difficult to move.
"Brother, hold me so I can have the strength to lift you up."
"Okay." It's time to show the results of rehabilitation. Zhao Qingxun moved his hands, hugged Feng Ling's back with his left hand, and raised his right hand, lightly placed it on her waist, clinging hard to save Feng Ling some energy in holding him.
Chaotic and shallow breathing was right beside her ears. Feng Ling knew that Zhao Qingxun was trying very hard to hold her. He had always been weak and had little strength. Apart from his tough talk, he was actually the most gentle, gentlemanly, polite and courteous person.
It wasn't too difficult to lift half of his body, but it was difficult to get him to sit steadily. She placed her hands on both sides, bent her long legs at the knees and placed a cushion under them. She fiddled with him for a while, and only when she saw that Zhao Qingxun was finally sitting steadily like a big doll did Feng Ling go to bring him the sweet soup. She tested the temperature with her lips and fed him with a small spoon.
Zhao Qingxun looked at her and shook his head gently, "I don't want to eat."
"It's not hot, drink some."
There was no way to avoid it, and no way to refuse, so Zhao Qingxun obediently opened his mouth and took a small sip. The two of them used one spoon to drink up the small bowl of soup one mouthful at a time.
"With me here, you can eat more, don't worry." Feng Ling helped him wipe his mouth, put the ball back into his palm, and massaged his legs and feet. Her meticulous care and companionship completely warmed Zhao Qingxun's heart.
From a rich girl to an internationally renowned director, Zhao Lanyin has walked a glittering road to fame. Her only son, Zhao Qingxun, has been the focus since birth and grew up under the cameras and flashes.
Now, Feng Ling has been brought into the world of fame and fortune, and has been exposed to too many arrangements and temptations, both actively and passively. She has rarely been able to keep her original heart, not touching on scandals, and not giving up her career for the sake of fame and fortune. Feng Ling seems sunny and indifferent to many things, but in fact, Feng Ling is very clear-headed. She knows where she comes from, directly rejects all temptations, never spends money recklessly, and always keeps a clear mind.
Starting from the day of the award ceremony, more people appeared around Feng Ling. Most of them were strangers to her and she had to rely on her assistant to introduce them. Among them were many celebrities. After Feng Ling learned of their identities, she often felt flattered.
Zhao Lanyin said he would take her out to play for a few days and see the world, but Fengling actively refused and quietly said she was going to meet her brother. Zhao Lanyin neither objected nor encouraged, so Xiaoxiao went with her.
Although she had been away from the entertainment industry for a long time, Zhao Qingxun knew clearly what Feng Ling had given up. Wouldn't she feel that she had wasted her youth and opportunities by staying with him in this heavily guarded villa all day long?
"Baby, Berlin is full of big names from the film industry right now. Don't you really want to go out and socialize to build up some connections?" Zhao Qingxun said this half tentatively and half sincerely.
Shaking her head, Feng Ling gently put down his right hand, tilted her head and said seriously, "I know, but I have my own plans, and I don't need to do anything against my will for the time being. Being with my brother is what I like, and I feel very happy."
"It's a pity that I can't give you much now." He couldn't give her delicious food, beautiful scenery, exciting and interesting activities, or pink dopamine.
"I like my brother. He is good in every way." Don't listen to his self-pitying tone. Her brother is the best.
The girl's playful and gentle tone stimulated Zhao Qingxun. He lowered his eyes to look at his paralyzed leg, which was tilted sideways, and the long catheter and urine bag hidden under the silk quilt. He also looked at his slightly protruding belly that was particularly conspicuous because his legs were too thin, and his bent and collapsed chest. He changed the subject and asked in a light tone, "Does a body like mine still have the right to be called beautiful?"
"Beautiful, brother is a particularly beautiful man, more beautiful than other men." Without thinking, Feng Ling answered Zhao Qingxun's words very seriously, and then held his right hand again, gently stroking each of his curled and thin fingers, "brother's fingertips are the most beautiful, like works of art."
If he had simply said his brother was handsome, Zhao Qingxun would have simply believed it. However, Feng Ling's tone was too sincere, and Zhao Qingxun's heart was moved by her. He asked, "Is he better looking than a man who can walk?"
"Brother, there are men who can walk everywhere, but there is only one Zhao Qingxun." There was a pure look in her beautiful eyes, and she was puzzled as to why she was being questioned. Feng Ling felt that Zhao Qingxun might have become a little stupid after lying down for too long, so she stretched out her hand to him, wanting to pick him up.
"Baby, thank you." Zhao Qingxun reached out to hold her hand, and tried hard to cooperate with Feng Ling's movements to hug him. He felt his body slowly approaching her and leaning in the girl's arms. His motionless body seemed to come alive.
After a brief reunion of a few days, the two soon separated.
On the way back to his home in Bern from the rented villa in Berlin, Zhao Qingxun suffered two convulsions. He was already in a weak state, and the emotions and fatigue made the seizures more severe. When he arrived in Bern, Butler Song sent him directly to a private hospital.
"Don't tell mom and the baby." After taking the painkillers, the dazed Zhao Qingxun didn't care about the mess on his body. He was still worried about the two most important women in his life and didn't want them to worry about him.
"Okay, Xiaoxun, you'll be fine soon once you get to the hospital." Butler Song brushed away the sweaty hair on his forehead and agreed.
In fact, Feng Ling and Zhao Lanyin have completely different styles of caring for Zhao Qingxun. Zhao Lanyin would take time out of his busy schedule to send a video and ask to see it from time to time. Butler Song would seize the opportunity and report one by one; Feng Ling would come to ask at almost the same time every day, and all her words were about caring for Zhao Qingxun. The little girl was very attentive and always cared about Zhao Qingxun.
The pain and deformation of the body's joints caused by spasms became increasingly severe, and his feet were severely swollen. The doctors had no good solution, and Zhao Qingxun had to rely on rehabilitation therapy to improve his physical condition. He was hospitalized for more than half a month, and Feng Ling couldn't hide it at all. She had exams at school and couldn't take leave to come back, so she had to sacrifice her rest time every day to video chat with Zhao Qingxun, and her gentle encouragement played a role. Zhao Qingxun finally cheered up and made it to the hospital and went home.
During this hospitalization, the attending physician suggested that Zhao Qingxun use intermittent catheterization for a period of time and give up the indwelling urinary catheter. Although he has been clamping the catheter valve on time to preserve bladder function, it now seems that the effect is very poor and it is easy to cause lower limb edema and urinary tract inflammation.
When Zhao Qingxun just returned home from the hospital, the nurse changed his diaper several times. Since he drank little water, catheterization once every three hours was enough. It was not until Zhao Qingxun's diaper accidentally leaked and he was wearing dark home pants that he saw that he was leaking urine while sitting up to drink water that the nurse really got angry.
"Go out, let Uncle Song come." His limp right wrist pushed the glass to the floor. It didn't shatter, but the clanging and rolling sound was enough to frighten the nurse. Zhao Qingxun's breath was weak, and his voice was always soft, but the nurse could tell that something was wrong and hurriedly agreed and trotted out of the room.
After understanding what was going on, Butler Song rushed into the room, ignoring the glass on the floor and heading straight for Zhao Qingxun, who was slumped over on the bed. Holding Zhao Qingxun's crooked neck and thin waist, Butler Song sat down on the bed and began to help him clean his diaper, which had been ripped open by Zhao Qingxun himself.
"I don't need this thing, uncle, have you forgotten?" Unable to get up and take care of himself, Zhao Qingxun was already exhausted and out of breath when he said this, but no matter how angry he was, he could only lie on the bed and rage.
"It's not the nurse's idea. The doctor recommended not to use the catheter all the time, so we use this for you. If you don't use it, it will leak all the time, and there will be a smell. We have to change clothes frequently, and we're afraid that you will catch a cold and get sick. It's normal to use it, Xiaoxun, don't be angry." He has been using diapers for a few days, and he was prepared for this temper today. Butler Song was also prepared. Zhao Qingxun was in poor health, so he thought it was normal for him to be emotional.
In fact, Zhao Qingxun knew everything. Butler Song held his legs, took off his pants, removed the old diaper, carefully cleaned his skin and private parts, and then took care of his skin. Finally, he carefully lifted his waist and abdomen and changed a new nursing pad. After tidying up his clothes, Butler Song carefully covered Zhao Qingxun with a thin blanket, gently massaged his legs and feet through the blanket, and coaxed him kindly, "I told them to make sure you put on pants. Don't be lazy. Don't be angry. Take care of it for a while. When you feel better, I will ask the doctor and we can use an indwelling catheter again."
Zhao Qingxun pursed his lips tightly and said nothing. Butler Song kept reassuring him and patiently comforting him. The young master had been in a bad mood recently, and it was not a bad thing for him to lose his temper. What was most frightening was his silence.
Even Butler Song knew the most secret things in his heart. Zhao Qingxun was terrified of being treated like a child. He could never accept the fact that he was disabled, and he particularly hated diapers and open-crotch pants. He always felt that if he had a catheter inserted, wore decent clothes to hide the catheter and urine bag, and sat upright in a wheelchair, others would not be able to see his true disability and would think he just had difficulty walking.
He couldn't curse at anyone, and when he got angry he could only hit the cups, soft pillows and other objects around him. Due to his physical condition, Zhao Qingxun was so angry that he felt dizzy and his head was swollen. In the end, he was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.
He never lost his temper with people around him because of using diapers again, and the caregivers paid more attention to him, taking very thoughtful and careful care of him, and never let him suffer any physical pain.
Unfortunately, the weather gradually became colder, and Zhao Qingxun's body seemed to have entered a dormant period early. Not only was he weak and unable to do anything, but his back and limbs also often ached severely. He couldn't eat or sleep well. This was his current situation.
Zhao Qingxun had a sore throat and, at his worst, couldn't even hold his phone or water bottle. He relied on a nurse to hold him and feed him medicine and water. He was so anxious looking at Feng Ling's face in the video that he couldn't speak. He could only nod and force a smile while Butler Song explained his condition. Feng Ling was worried about Zhao Qingxun's health, but Zhao Qingxun was so ill himself that he said he would meet again during the winter break so she could go to school without worry.
How many months is a semester? Winter came in the blink of an eye, and Fengling's sophomore semester was over.
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