Chapter 27 Chapter 27
His girlfriend's mood improved, she was no longer angry or anxious, but Zhao Qingxun was sick.
He was completely unaware of the pain and just lay listlessly on the bed. Feng Ling came out of the shower after exercising and saw him leaning on the headboard with his left hand on the computer, but he didn't even want to open his eyes. She hurried over to hug him, wanting to spend more time with him.
"Baby, go have breakfast. I'll ask them to help me change my clothes. We'll set off after you're done." Zhao Qingxun patted the wind chimes and spoke to her slowly, his gentle gaze fixed on her.
In order to accompany his girlfriend, Zhao Qingxun planned to take Feng Ling to Italy for a trip. The first stop had been decided to be Milan, which was relatively close to Bern. That’s why the two of them had this conversation.
"Have you taken your medicine? The antispasmodic medicine?" Feng Ling felt that his face looked even paler today. His body was so soft that she couldn't hold him without using any strength. She was worried and asked carefully while sitting beside the bed.
"Not yet, let's eat quickly." Uncle Song should have prepared everything. Apart from caring about Feng Ling, Zhao Qingxun didn't pay much attention to his own affairs.
"I..." Feng Ling touched the urine bag placed beside Zhao Qingxun because she was sitting next to him. She saw a small corner of the urine bag exposed under the thin blanket. The very little urine was pink. She was so scared that she immediately forgot what she was going to say.
Due to paralysis, Zhao Qingxun was unable to control his sphincter and could not defecate on his own. He was not very accepting of diapers, so he chose to be intubated and wore an indwelling catheter all year round to assist with urination.
The urine bag was placed on the nursing mat. Feng Ling pushed aside the small computer table and carefully picked up the urine bag. Sure enough, the urine was pink. He must have an infection and bleeding. She carefully touched his forehead and neck and felt an unusual heat. "Axun, you are sick. You can't go out today. You need to see a doctor."
Turning his head to look at the urine bag, Zhao Qingxun frowned and said unhappily, "It's already prepared. Just take some anti-inflammatory medicine. It's okay. I don't feel any pain."
"Hmph, when you say it hurts, then...ah." That must be a serious illness. Feng Ling couldn't bear to talk about him, so she immediately changed the subject. She gently stroked his face and coaxed him, "If you're sick, you need to get good treatment. Axun, wait a few days, and we'll go out again when you're better."
"I'm sorry, baby, I'm always sick." Not only were his face and lips as pale as paper, but Zhao Qingxun's brows were tightly furrowed as if they were tied in a knot. He was really afraid that Feng Ling would feel impatient and worried that she would dislike her disability over time. This body that had been bedridden for years would probably only get worse.
The trip was interrupted by Zhao Qingxun's urinary tract infection and inflammation, and he had to stay at home and take medication.
The doctor came to the house to test blood and urine, and also performed a bladder irrigation on Zhao Qingxun on the nursing bed. He didn't feel the pain, but with Feng Ling by his side, Zhao Qingxun really wanted to find a hole to hide himself.
The first bladder irrigation was performed by the doctor who was always by the bedside. Since a urinary catheter was already placed, the operation was simpler. In order to check his heart rate and blood pressure, the doctor also had to look for sediment in the discharged fluid, and whether there were any signs of blood clots, so he observed it personally.
He didn't feel any pain, and his paralyzed body couldn't move. But because he couldn't move, Zhao Qingxun had to be held and supported by the nurses for everything. Lying in bed, he allowed others to manipulate his body. His legs were spread apart, and he could hear the sounds of various tools being used on his body. Zhao Qingxun closed his eyes and ignored them, completely giving up the struggle.
Feng Ling knew that he was shy and helpless, and she also understood that no one would be in a good mood when they were sick, but she would never despise Zhao Qingxun and wanted to accompany him through the days of his illness and helplessness.
Seeing that the first bag of liquid flushed out contained a lot of sediment, and it was still red, with even tiny blood clots, Feng Ling could tell that she was seriously ill. Zhao Qingxun loved her, and he must have been worried about her and that this was the cause of her illness. She felt so distressed that she held Zhao Qingxun's limp right hand, which was not receiving the infusion, and kept warming and encouraging him.
"Poor Axun, are you getting angry because of anxiety? It's all because of me, isn't it? You never told me that you were not feeling well."
Zhao Qingxun shook his head with difficulty, looked sideways at her, and tried to shake the thin wrist that was bent inward in her hand. He still denied it, "My body is always like this. It will be fine in a few days."
"I've rinsed it once, and I want to do it again. Are you cold? Hang in there." Feng Ling coaxed Zhao Qingxun like a baby. When watching the nurse performing the disinfection, Zhao Qingxun lifted up his clothes to reveal a little bit of his ribs. Due to calcium deficiency and paralysis, his body sat hunched over, and some of his ribs were turned outward. Due to long-term paralysis and illness, Zhao Qingxun's body had been deformed and was no longer perfect and handsome, but in Feng Ling's eyes, he would always be the best lover.
After flushing twice, the nurse stopped at the doctor's instruction, took out the catheter, cleaned and cared for Zhao Qingxun, put on a diaper, and put on elastic socks and pants. Feng Ling took over the task of covering him with a quilt and putting on socks.
"Baby," they were the only two left in the room. Feng Ling knelt beside Zhao Qingxun's legs and put on his socks. Finally, there were no more people watching. Zhao Qingxun couldn't bear the tenderness and called her in a low voice, "Come here, I have something to tell you."
His feet were soft and thin, without any support, and his ankles were soft and droopy, making it difficult to put on socks. Feng Ling carefully placed his legs and feet, and lay beside Zhao Qingxun to chat with him.
"I was so nervous just now. Now, are you hungry?"
With the corners of his mouth raised and a smile, Zhao Qingxun said seriously, "I want to say, don't be sad, because it's not worth it for a movie. Baby, as long as you like, there will be many, many stories waiting for you to create, take your time." With him around, his baby may not be the richest or most glamorous, but she will definitely be the safest, most comfortable and freest girl.
"I know, because you are my backer." Being an actor with only stunning looks is a dead end. Feng Ling has always known that her luck is not because of her natural beauty, but because she has the protection of Zhao Lanyin and Zhao Qingxun, a mother and son.
"Yes, I'll take care of everything." Without any ambiguity, Zhao Qingxun told her clearly that with him around, she could be herself.
With the careful care of his girlfriend, Zhao Qingxun's physical condition improved after about a week, and all indicators returned to normal levels. He finally got rid of diapers and could use a catheter.
"Intubation can easily lead to infection, which is why you don't feel anything. I was studying in the hospital, and the patients were all grimacing in pain. Axun, why don't you use diapers more often?" After all, there was a foreign object in the body. Feng Ling had long wanted to persuade Zhao Qingxun to use less indwelling urinary catheters, and only when he was sick did Feng Ling try to comfort him.
With his girlfriend sitting beside him, with her fragrant and soft hair, slender and graceful figure, and the aura of youthful innocence, Zhao Qingxun always felt moved by her. He also felt inferior and thought that rubbing the back of her hand with his curled right hand was a blasphemy; not to mention the faint smell of urine wafting out when she used diapers, which would make her feel nauseous and disgusted.
"I... okay." He had tried intermittent catheterization, but the problem with intermittent catheterization was that it had strict requirements on the amount of water to drink and the duration of catheterization. Zhao Qingxun was with Feng Ling, and he definitely didn't want the nurse to often disturb their world. He was even more unwilling to be with her while wrapped in diapers, so when he explained to his girlfriend, his attitude was hesitant.
Feng Ling didn't know the twists and turns in his mind. Everything was prioritized to the good of Zhao Qingxun's health, while Zhao Qingxun himself prioritized a good image; this contradiction would always exist as long as Zhao Qingxun's self-esteem existed.
Zhao Qingxun, a disciple of his father, has a unique business philosophy, unlike his mother's. He rejected 90% of fast fashion endorsements for Fengling, focusing on high-end luxury and technology brands, and has consistently endorsed luxury goods and automobiles. The company's principle for selecting Fengling commercials is to avoid excessive advertising. Jian Ying dispelled the rumors, and during the period of not filming, Fengling's commercial value not only did not decline, but actually increased by 20%.
During a previous chat, Zhao Qingxun said she had never been to a theme park. She hadn't had the chance before her injury, and after lying down for so many years, she had no desire to go. This time, Feng Ling asked Zhao Qingxun's bodyguard to scout the theme park first. Then, she began to ask for permission to go. Zhao Qingxun struggled internally, but couldn't refuse his girlfriend, so he agreed to go with her.
Just seeing the various dreamy buildings was quite interesting. Zhao Qingxun wore glasses with light blue-gray lenses and a baseball cap of the same color. He sat in a black lightweight wheelchair and was pushed by a caregiver as he entered the theme park.
In order to cover up his snow-white skin, Feng Ling also tied a light yellow silk scarf around his neck. Except for a little bit of his pointed chin being blocked, it actually couldn't hide his perfect face.
"Isn't it interesting? This is the place everyone likes to check in and take photos." Feng Ling bent down and talked to him intimately. In public, Feng Ling did not avoid her lover who was sitting in a wheelchair. On the contrary, she was closer and more considerate to him.
"Baby, go take pictures, I'll wait for you." Raising his chin to cooperate with his girlfriend, Zhao Qingxun let Feng Ling go play, he was happy to wait.
"You come with me."
"I?"
It turned out that Feng Ling had done her homework. She had bought her chosen theme costumes in advance, rented a dressing room, and even prepared a lounge, to the greatest extent possible to prevent Zhao Qingxun from feeling unwell.
Although he was physically inconvenient, Zhao Qingxun took the best of it and relaxed, allowing the nurse to hold him and help him change his clothes. He tried his best to cooperate with his girlfriend's arrangements and not let her down. This was something Zhao Qingxun had thought about before going out.
Feng Ling quickly changed her clothes and came to Zhao Qingxun. She saw that he was almost dressed. When she got closer, she saw that Zhao Qingxun's forehead was even sweating, which showed that he was a little anxious. She couldn't help but raise her hand to wipe his forehead. Seeing him leaning weakly and helplessly in the arms of the nurse, she felt a little distressed.
In the camera, Zhao Qingxun, wearing classic costumes of movie characters, sits in a wheelchair with his hands on his legs, looking like a model playing cosplay. In fact, the backrest of the wheelchair is too low, and he cannot sit steadily, so he relies on his hands for support, which has a different meaning.
Feng Ling directly praised A Xun for his good photography skills, but he just smiled and said nothing.
After changing back into his own clothes and continuing to stroll through the park, Zhao Qingxun put on a mask, completely covering his face. Feng Ling knew that if she was recognized, as a well-known actor, it would cause quite a stir, and there was a high probability of being secretly photographed, but she didn't really care, and she couldn't even imagine how disastrous it would be for Zhao Qingxun to be recognized by fans despite his severe disability.
The carefully trimmed sideburns made his face look more delicate. Zhao Qingxun had a full forehead and a high nose bridge. Even with a mask on, his superior bone structure could not be hidden. Feng Ling liked looking at him and could not help but reach out to touch his chin. Zhao Qingxun was not annoyed by being teased. He slowly raised his head to look at her, but he could not reach him, so he had to sit and let her touch him.
Taking advantage of the fact that there were so many people around, everyone could share together. Feng Ling ordered ice cream, hamburgers, French fries, popcorn, cakes, and each one to try. She also fed Zhao Qingxun with her own hands. Of course, she didn't dare to feed him too much. Just giving him a bite was enough to make him full.
"What kind of rice? Shrimp? Why not buy it?" The man in the wheelchair looked up and saw the food promotion board, and pushed his girlfriend's wrist. Zhao Qingxun rarely had the interest to ask Feng Ling to order food.
"I dare not give you any food. Come, let me feel it. Your belly is so round. You can't eat anymore." Sitting beside his wheelchair, Feng Ling immediately stretched out her arm and touched Zhao Qingxun inside his clothes. His soft skin was tightly supported by a thin waist protector. Under his prickly ribs, his stomach was not flat. He was a high-level paraplegic and didn't feel pain or hunger, but he usually had a small appetite. Feng Ling would never dare to give him any more food.
"Oh," after taking a look at Teacher Feng Ling who had suddenly become stern, Zhao Qingxun slowly moved his right arm, rested his elbow on the armrest of the wheelchair, and placed his inward-bent right wrist against his stomach. He pressed his stomach again and again, but he still felt nothing.
Before Zhao Qingxun's physical limit was reached, the group had a great time. Zhao Qingxun had been in a wheelchair for so many years, and this time was the longest time he had played out. After returning home, Feng Ling looked through the photos in his camera and mobile phone, feeling very satisfied. His previous unhappy mood had disappeared.
Zhao Qingxun took the risk of being recognized and went out to play with Feng Ling. It must be because he loved Feng Ling, but behind his endless doting, he actually carried a deep sense of guilt in his heart.
The refusal to protect Feng Ling made the financial sponsor feel disappointed, so he gave up investing in the film and even fabricated negative information behind the scenes to try to bring down and discredit Feng Ling. If it weren't for her adoptive mother Zhao Lanyin and her boyfriend behind the scenes Zhao Qingxun, Feng Ling would probably never have a chance to make a comeback. The survival rules in the entertainment industry have always been like this.
There is not only one way to break the deadlock, but the most effective and direct way is for Feng Ling to announce her relationship. The financial sponsor behind her will naturally stop pursuing Feng Ling who has a boyfriend, and the deadlock will naturally be broken.
The problem was that Zhao Qingxun refused. He couldn't even get past himself, so how could he possibly announce his relationship with Feng Ling? Fortunately, Feng Ling completely trusted Zhao Qingxun and was never unhappy about their secret relationship, let alone asking Zhao Qingxun to do anything.
Feng Ling, who is diligent in study and hardworking, is not a love-brained person. She will use all her time, not for pleasure and socializing, but to constantly enrich herself. Therefore, her clarity and independence will make her successful wherever she goes. Feng Ling is destined to be a great girl.
Disability changed Zhao Qingxun. He felt inferior, withdrawn, and even world-weary. Dragged down by his paralyzed body, he attempted to give up several times, only to discover, sadly, that even giving up was extremely difficult. Even with the wind chime in his life, Zhao Qingxun's life remained dull, but it became his reason to live.
Sweet love could not overcome physical disability. In Zhao Qingxun's current condition, he still could not bear the various criticisms brought about by making his relationship public. He could not do it.
The couple's honeymoon had not yet ended as planned. Zhao Lan urgently asked Feng Ling to go back to work because of the company. Zhao Qingxun didn't want to offend his mother again, so he took a car to send Feng Ling to the airport for the first time, and the young couple separated again.
First-class copywriting, professional team, and top-notch makeup all sound good, but behind the perfect stills and high-definition video is the advertisement shot by Fengling for a plastic surgery company with a long history in South Korea.
The fastest and most luxurious advertising method, overnight, ads promoting beauty and transformation captured the attention of men and the hearts of women, and Korean medical beauty companies successfully established themselves in Beijing. Rumors about Feng Ling, whose stunning beauty was allegedly the result of high technology, spread throughout China and abroad, and just as one wave of rumors subsided, another surged.
Thousands of kilometers away in Switzerland, Zhao Qingxun was half lying on a nursing bed when he saw an advertisement on the computer screen. It was his girlfriend who was as perfect as a mechanical doll. He was so angry that his whole body was shaking.
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