Chapter 3 Chapter 3
The meal was very small, but it took quite a long time. After Zhao Qingxun finished the small bowl of noodles and a few bites of seasonal vegetables in front of him, his left hand was placed on the table and he did not move, but he still kept sitting upright, accompanying Feng Ling.
The young couple took turns feeding each other. Feng Ling held Zhao Qingxun's right hand, which was unable to move, and wiped his mouth from time to time. She was very happy to feed him.
The housekeeper looked at the time and became a little anxious. After helping Zhao Qingxun untie the power gloves on his hands, he walked to the electric wheelchair twice and gently placed his hand on Zhao Qingxun's shoulder.
As soon as he approached, Zhao Qingxun understood but pretended not to notice. The second time he approached, Zhao Qingxun swallowed half a cherry Feng Ling fed him, slowly tilted his head and said, "Uncle Song, it's okay."
Yes, before Feng Ling came back, he didn't drink a sip of water except for the IV drip, so he should be fine.
Feng Ling understood what they were talking about in a second and stood up immediately, "I'm full, I'll go with you..."
"You stay and wait for me for a while." Without waiting for her to take any action, Zhao Qingxun waved at Feng Ling, put his left hand on the wheelchair joystick, and prepared to go to the bathroom on the first floor.
Because he was wearing long pants for going out and because the urine bag was tied to his calf, Zhao Qingxun had refused to drink water since he got up in the morning. Before Feng Ling entered the house, the nurse opened the clamp valve and emptied Zhao Qingxun's urine. He has not urinated since then.
The young couple chatted and laughed, and time passed quickly while they ate lunch. Zhao Qingxun himself didn't care, but the housekeeper calculated the time precisely. After all, serving him and taking care of his health was the original intention of the housekeeper's job.
When they arrived at the bathroom, in order to relieve the pressure on Zhao Qingxun's paralyzed back, the housekeeper first lowered the backrest of his wheelchair. It can be seen that even though his trousers were loose, the layer of soft flesh under Zhao Qingxun's thin waist and lower abdomen was already slightly bulging.
"Uncle Song, it's okay, I don't feel anything." Zhao Qingxun's lumbar spine was completely damaged, and he had no feeling when urinating or defecating, but if he felt bloated, his body would remind him in other ways.
"Feng Ling is not a stranger. It's time to get rid of it." Zhao Qingxun was paralyzed in a high position, and his speech was always weak. The more he was like this, the more Uncle Song only had him in his heart and felt sorry for him the most. Squatting beside the footrest, Uncle Song rolled up the loose right trouser leg, and the urine bag fixed on Zhao Qingxun's calf leaked out.
After taking off the urine bag, Uncle Song squatted on the spot and opened a valve above the bag. The pressure was released, and light yellow urine flowed into the bag along the catheter. Uncle Song held the bag like that, waiting motionlessly.
In order to maintain bladder function and capacity, although Zhao Qingxun was completely unable to urinate on his own and needed long-term catheterization and a urinary catheter, he still listened to the doctor's advice and kept his bladder full by clamping the catheter and urinating regularly, thereby exercising his bladder.
"I don't want her to interfere in these things..." Zhao Qingxun expressed his thoughts helplessly in the quiet space without any feeling in his body.
"I understand. After all, Fengling is still young. It's good that she is willing to come back. Your illness will recover soon." The old housekeeper spoke truthfully. Because Fengling was coming back for vacation, Zhao Qingxun recovered quickly this time. Otherwise, according to his physical condition, a minor illness would take about a month to heal.
Sometimes it is really hard to explain human willpower.
The two did not go out to play in the afternoon. Feng Ling said that the flight was tiring, and just lay lazily beside Zhao Qingxun, accompanying him to take medicine and have massage.
Looking at the little girl's thick, soft and shiny seaweed-like hair casually spread out at her side, and her exquisite body curves inadvertently very beautiful and attractive, Zhao Qingxun moved his left hand to stroke the long hair a few times, and the smooth touch made him feel satisfied.
"You're about to graduate. Do you feel like you've become a veteran artist?" He has to do several massages a day, passively massaging and moving his limbs, but he can't feel it. He still feels tired and short of breath. Zhao Qingxun, who is already a little impatient, likes to chat with Feng Ling even more.
"Axun, you are kidding me. I can only be considered an actor. Now when I watch movies, I no longer simply appreciate the story itself, but begin to unconsciously try to figure out other people's performances. What do you think, is this a good thing or a bad thing?" She turned over and lay beside his legs, facing Zhao Qingxun, the "old senior". In fact, Feng Ling had countless problems, so the two of them would never be bored together.
"This is your professional habit." He shook his head slightly and looked down at the serious and studious girl with admiration in his eyes.
"By the way, don't work too hard. You don't even have time for lunch break." There were several times when Feng Ling talked to Uncle Song during lunch break. Unexpectedly, Uncle Song said to wait a moment while he went to bring water and medicine to Zhao Qingxun. It turned out that Zhao Qingxun was in a video conference.
Lifting his fingers to stroke her delicate chin, Zhao Qingxun smiled for the first time and patiently reported to her, "This year's investment has been smooth. Even if I don't work in the second half of the year, I will still make a profit. I will have more than enough money to buy birthday gifts for the baby. Don't worry."
"I'm not asking you about how much money you make. You're always busy. You can't sit for a long time. Your waist can't take it..." Because Zhao Qingxun has a special physique and a personality that doesn't care about herself, Feng Ling has become accustomed to caring about his health all the time.
The nurse was massaging his weak and limp legs, and the two of them chatted casually, and time passed quickly.
The 23-year-old Feng Ling has long been an international film queen. Her acting career is undoubtedly successful and has a bright future. Zhao Qingxun, as the man behind the top actress, has never asked his girlfriend to make more efforts because of his poor health. On the contrary, as Feng Ling's biggest fan, Zhao Qingxun firmly supports Feng Ling's career.
Even though Zhao Qingxun never spoke of it, Feng Ling knew his longing and attachment to her were always there. Data provided by the nursing team and the housekeeper showed that whenever Feng Ling and Zhao Qingxun had a video chat, he would obediently complete his rehabilitation classes and eat normally. Whenever she had a vacation, like now, when she was with him, Zhao Qingxun would act like a healthy little boy, accompanying her to exhibitions, movies, and museums. His appetite improved, and even the sleep quality reported by the nursing bed skyrocketed.
"Will you swim with me?" In fact, it would be better for his body to do some water activities, and summer is the most suitable season for it, Feng Ling was thinking about it in her heart.
"Okay, let me invite my teacher over. You can't swim too much. It won't look good if your shoulders are broad." His body was heavy and unconscious, but Zhao Qingxun couldn't refuse the proposal of his beloved. He would not refuse her anything. He just stroked her soft long hair lovingly.
In Switzerland, many large houses near lakes and mountains have an open-air swimming pool in the yard. Zhao Qingxun's home is no exception. However, for the sake of privacy, a private glass house is installed in the swimming pool at home, which is completely isolated from the outside world and there is no possibility of being secretly photographed or peeped.
Zhao Qingxun, once a passionate lover of adventure sports like skiing, rock climbing, and racing, spent a long time training to regain his swimming ability after his injury. For someone who doesn't want to be bedridden, or even stay home all day, there are very few exercises he can do that he finds enjoyable. After his serious injury, almost all exercise became passive for Zhao Qingxun. Swimming, among all the activities he could do, was his favorite.
After his body was massaged to relax and the preliminary work was done, Zhao Qingxun was put into a swimsuit with special devices. He was carried to the floating board and slowly pushed into the pool accompanied by his coach.
After gradually adapting to the buoyancy of the water, the coach held up his right arm and head and neck, and Zhao Qingxun slowly paddled with his left hand, gradually relying on the strength of one side of his limbs to float in the water.
After doing some stretching exercises on the shore and braiding her long hair into pigtails, Feng Ling, wearing a relatively conservative one-piece swimsuit, jumped into the water and came to Zhao Qingxun. In the water, they could hold hands and enjoy a moment of freedom.
The playful Feng Ling didn't dare to play with Zhao Qingxun in the water. After all, his cervical spine injury had affected his breathing, and his cardiopulmonary function was really unhealthy. Feng Ling couldn't bear to see the series of consequences of him choking on water and getting sick.
The buoyancy of the water brings a moment of relief to a heavy body, effectively exercising the fragile cardiopulmonary function and effectively helping to improve the body's immunity. Zhao Qingxun's body, if conditions permit, is well suited to swimming. With the company of Wind Chimes in the water, Zhao Qingxun feels incredibly happy. Just seeing her brings him the warm, soothing feeling of sunshine bathing a flowerbed, and he feels that life is a particularly interesting thing.
"You, play by yourself, no need, accompany me." Feng Ling was beside Zhao Qingxun, holding his waist and back like a coach. Zhao Qingxun tried hard to paddle his arms, deliberately maintaining a certain position. He soon felt a little tired and just wanted to watch Feng Ling swim.
"I like watching you, don't you know?" She wanted to exercise with him and didn't want him to be confined to bed all day.
"Only the face can be seen. Come on, take a look." Zhao Qingxun patted the coach, meaning that he was tired. The coach immediately resumed supporting his body and prepared to go ashore.
Not long into the swim, Zhao Qingxun's face began to turn pale, a sign of exhaustion. Feng Ling held his limp body while they waited for the caregiver to lower the float into the water. Zhao Qingxun felt nothing, and the moment he was lifted slightly into the air and placed on the float, he felt a little dizzy. Unconsciously, he raised his hand, the back of his hand, so white it was almost transparent, and placed it over his eyes. He closed his eyes and frowned, enduring the pain.
Slowly pushing the float to the shore, Feng Ling took a large towel and covered Zhao Qingxun with it, wiped his face with her own small towel, and gently held his hand.
"Axun? You feel dizzy. Can I give you some water?"
She whispered something in his ear, and Zhao Qingxun felt a shudder in every part of his body where he could feel something, and he felt like he could stand up and run a few steps.
"fine."
Kneeling by the swimming pool, Feng Ling held Zhao Qingxun and wiped his neck and hair, while the two nurses worked together to quickly dry the water off Zhao Qingxun's body.
The next step is to clean up. Before Zhao Qingxun's paralyzed body enters the water, he needs to be massaged and changed clothes, and the big project begins after he swims.
Simply dry him with a towel, wrap his body, and carry him back to the prepared bathroom, and the professional cleaning work begins.
Paralyzed, Zhao Qingxun cannot control his bowel movements and wears an indwelling urinary catheter. He doesn't strain to defecate, but with meticulous and regular care, and those around him handling him regularly, accidents are rare. Even so, Zhao Qingxun still needs to wear adult diapers when going out or swimming to prevent overheating or cold from irritating his abdomen and causing him to lose sphincter control.
The paralyzed body is fragile and prone to infection and inflammation, so after each swim, the nurse will give Zhao Qingxun a bladder flush, then remove the catheter and disinfect it inside and outside, allowing his tired body to completely get rid of these auxiliary products for a few hours and relax and rest.
Feng Ling only learned these details after living with him for a long time, and realized how hard life was for Zhao Qingxun, who had been bedridden for many years.
The author has something to say:
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The plan is to update three chapters, and the fourth chapter will start to recall. Now the male and female protagonists have more than a thousand words of real interactions (not yet posted), but it doesn’t prevent everyone from taking a look in advance. Thank you for your support [pink heart]
There will be a long section of memories later, explaining how they met, got to know each other, and fell in love ~ and then return to reality.
Thank you for waiting for me
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