Chapter 31 Chapter 31
Upon hearing that Zhao Qingxun had a serious ear disease, the Swiss doctor recommended surgery. Feng Ling flew directly to Switzerland to accompany him for the operation, unable to wait even a moment.
The fan meeting was postponed indefinitely, and Feng Ling’s fans remained silent. The atmosphere was extremely awkward because the meeting was cancelled because their idol stood them up. Apart from the company’s apology statement, no one stood up to speak for Feng Ling.
[In three months, she irresponsibly abandoned her work and fans twice, disappearing innocently. This international movie star is addicted to disappearing!]
Articles like this one criticizing Feng Ling even circulated among fans and passers-by who had good relationships with her. Because they did not contain malicious slander or fabricated information, they were difficult to completely delete, and news that was extremely unfriendly to Feng Ling gradually spread again.
She was inexplicably named and implied countless times, saying that her character was problematic, and secretly saying that Feng Ling was acting like a big shot and demanding high treatment; saying that her character was also problematic, that she was arrogant and relied on her beauty to bully her colleagues; and saying that she had not received many days of education since she was a child, and had no culture and quality... It felt like everyone was gossiping and talking about a terrible person in a flowery way, and for a while it was almost like the house was collapsing.
Seeing this trend, the brands that were in talks stopped discussing further. The brands that had already cooperated expressed their dissatisfaction and asked Fengling to come up with the best solution.
In a Swiss hospital, Feng Ling was carefully looking through a stack of Zhao Qingxun's medical reports, pondering how to talk to his attending physician. She was also considering whether to find a more authoritative ear specialist to give Zhao Qingxun another diagnosis for his special condition.
"Axun, does it hurt a lot?" She sat next to his right ear and observed the situation after applying the medicine on the ear for a while. Seeing Zhao Qingxun's long eyelashes trembling and his neck moving, as if he was about to wake up, Feng Ling immediately went around to his left and called him softly.
Hearing it was Feng Ling, Zhao Qingxun rubbed his head and quickly opened his eyes. His eyes were unable to focus and before they fell on Feng Ling's face, he had already asked in a low voice, "Baby? You, are back?"
Knowing that Zhao Qingxun was weak in Qi and blood and that it would take more time for him to fully wake up, Feng Ling held his hand and squeezed it hard to give him a more real feeling. "Yes, I'll come back to accompany you."
He knew that Feng Ling had said she would come back, and so soon she had returned. Her slender fingers also tried to hold her hand tightly in response. Zhao Qingxun's watery eyes finally found Feng Ling's face. His voice was still low and weak, but it was obviously happy. "I will be discharged soon."
The more he said this, the more uncomfortable Feng Ling felt. She would rather he act like a green tea girl and act like a spoiled child than be weak and helpless. Feng Ling put her cheek close to Zhao Qingxun and coaxed him softly, "Your ears hurt every day, so you'd better not go home. Treat it for a while. When it gets better, we can go back."
"Just apply the medicine every day. I want to go home and I hate hospitals." He discussed with her in a light tone without giving cold orders.
Gently stroking Zhao Qingxun's face, Feng Ling heard that when he was in the most pain, most of the right side of his head and face would also hurt along with his ear. He couldn't move his body freely and was in great pain. "Xun, I consulted the doctor, and surgical treatment of the ear is not particularly effective. I still need to stick to conservative treatment for a period of time. You have to cooperate, okay?"
"Yeah, okay." Zhao Qingxun was exhausted and the pain had finally stopped. He had been unable to sleep well because of the pain. It was rare for his head to feel relaxed. He felt a little drowsy and closed his eyes again.
A small surgical operation proved the doctor's guess. Zhao Qingxun had a complicated ear infection, involving both bacteria and viruses. Moreover, his periosteum had been perforated and his ossicular chain had been corroded. The symptoms had lasted for more than one or two days, but for about three months.
"How could it be so serious? His hearing is damaged? He doesn't even know it? We didn't notice it either." Feng Ling thought the diagnosis was very serious, especially since Zhao Qingxun was already paralyzed and had always had someone taking care of him. How could he have such a serious problem? She even thought it was a misdiagnosis.
"There was no pain in the early stages of the ear disease. The nurse also told Mr. Zhao to help clean his ears after swimming, so no other problems were discovered. The patient himself occasionally had tinnitus, but he didn't think it was a problem and didn't raise it. You were all very respectful and cautious when speaking to him, and the distance was relatively close, so the patient had no chance to realize that his hearing had been damaged." The doctor was like a detective. Combining the descriptions of the nurse and Zhao Qingxun, he summarized how Zhao Qingxun's condition had developed to the present and how it had become so serious step by step.
After antibiotic treatment and surgery, the fluid accumulation was largely absorbed. This was the most scientific and appropriate treatment for Zhao Qingxun. However, the inflammation had spread to the inner ear, and his hearing loss had not been restored. Besides relieving the pain, it had no significant effect on Zhao Qingxun's hearing. Feng Ling took him home at his request.
Perhaps because she was far away in Switzerland, Feng Ling was too lazy to read the overwhelming negative rumors about her in China. Her friends and assistants could not find out her actual situation, and the company had been dealing with the aftermath without stopping.
Feng Ling didn't want to explain or say a word. Respecting Zhao Qingxun's privacy was the most basic thing she could do for him.
The lung infection was basically cured, and Zhao Qingxun was allowed to be discharged from the hospital by the doctor. Feng Ling and Butler Song went to the doctor together and wrote down the medications and precautions he needed to take after being discharged from the hospital.
The nurse was packing up his belongings and preparing to be discharged. Zhao Qingxun, who had just been massaged and changed clothes, felt a little better. He raised his hand and asked the nurse to come over, "Help me get my phone."
The nurse bent the bedside bracket over and placed the phone in its place. Knowing that Zhao Qingxun had much less strength due to his illness, the nurse supported his arm and placed his left hand on the phone screen before turning and leaving.
There were too many messages on the phone to read, so Zhao Qingxun picked out Jian Ying's message first, frowning as he read it. He casually clicked on the entertainment news and saw one message after another about Feng Ling. He became more and more excited, and turned back to call Jian Ying.
"Jian Ying, cough cough, I was sick, and my baby was worried about me, so I came back. Well, delete them all, and the breach of contract must be resolved immediately. It doesn't matter how much it costs, don't drag it out, um, cough cough..." The conversation with Jian Ying ended quickly. After years of cooperation, they knew each other too well. Even if Zhao Qingxun didn't say it, Jian Ying had been doing her best to help Feng Ling eliminate the bad remarks, and had already invested in other news focuses to build public opinion that was favorable to Feng Ling and the company.
This time it was not the situation Zhao Qingxun wanted on purpose. Feng Ling flew back for him regardless of anything. He was deeply moved and had no complaints towards his lover. This also further proved that he was the most important person in Feng Ling's heart.
As he was thinking, Zhao Qingxun started to have tinnitus again. After the intermittent tinnitus passed, his ears began to hurt. He could hold back and hum, but it was really too uncomfortable.
Closing his eyes, Zhao Qingxun endured the pain in his body. He couldn't lift his right hand high, his fingers couldn't move at all, and he couldn't pull or scratch his ears. He could only press the painful area with his left hand, but it didn't relieve the pain.
After noting down all the precautions, Feng Ling returned to the ward and saw that Zhao Qingxun looked unhappy. She knew that he was feeling unwell, so she did not ask much. She just hugged him and encouraged him with her actions.
Zhao Qingxun was in a bad mood and relied on Feng Ling even more. He was very grateful that Feng Ling didn't care about all the rumors. She didn't care about those trivial things, but instead took care of him and accompanied him wholeheartedly. What if she was extremely ambitious and immediately held a press conference, apologized and returned to work? What should he do then?
Not responding is probably Feng Ling's personality. Whether it's good or bad, she never responds. Fans love her because of her unique personality and her ability to stay true to herself. She always conveys positive energy to everyone. Even when she is troubled by unhappy things, she still speaks with her strength and does not make excuses.
This time there was a big storm, and Zhao Qingxun used his connections and money to help Feng Ling settle everything. Feng Ling never left his side and stayed with him throughout this dark period.
After returning home, Zhao Qingxun could only stay in bed. His paralyzed legs had no function and he could not sit up independently. Now his illness was serious. During these days of treatment in the hospital, his physical strength declined further and it was difficult for him to sit up by leaning against the head of the bed.
The nurse helped him change his clothes. Feng Ling took off her coat and sat next to Zhao Qingxun. She reached into the thin blanket and touched his body. She felt that his body temperature was normal, but she could feel his ribs clearly and prickly.
"Axun, if you feel unwell, you have to tell me. I am your closest person. Only if you tell me can I find a way to help you, okay?" After years of getting along, Feng Ling knew that Zhao Qingxun was actually a quiet, aloof and arrogant person. After being paralyzed, he was in poor health and needed someone to take care of him. He had changed a lot and became gentle, relaxed, and more tolerant.
Nodding, Zhao Qingxun whispered "OK" in his throat and said nothing more. He was not used to expressing his physical pain to his lover who was six years younger than him.
"Baby, go back. I'm fine." Zhao Qingxun was reluctant to let Feng Ling leave, but he also knew that his illness would be difficult to recover. Anyway, he still had one good ear, so he wanted Feng Ling to go back to work and do some charity activities to restore his reputation.
"No, I want to stay with you. There are no new dramas to shoot recently. I don't want to have no private space like other people. Don't go back." Since being admitted to the hospital, Zhao Qingxun's appetite has dropped sharply, and he only eats half of what he used to. Feng Ling is worried to death. Why would she leave him at this time?
"Okay, okay, you can be yourself. You don't have to follow the crowd, and you don't have to worry." Seeing that the little girl was unreasonable, Zhao Qingxun quickly took back his words and no longer asked her to go back against his will.
"I'm not worried as long as you are here." Since the last incident, Feng Ling naturally knew what Zhao Qingxun had done for her. The two had never talked about it in detail, but she knew that the company belonged to Zhao Qingxun. Jian Ying was a very capable and decisive person. She admired and submitted to Zhao Qingxun and was always respectful to him.
Feng Ling has won three international film awards. Although she is young, her commercial value has matured after several years of operation. Zhao Qingxun's estimation of her commercial value is far more than what is currently available. A career that continues to flourish is not necessarily a good thing. Taking this opportunity, he also intends to help her transform.
In the past, Zhao Qingxun could eat a small bowl of rice, but in the past month, he had eaten very little. Whether in the hospital or at home, he had no appetite and could barely eat half a bowl. "Drink a few more sips of soup, it's so delicious." Not daring to force him to eat, Feng Ling held the medicinal soup and coaxed Zhao Qingxun to drink a few more sips.
There was no problem with swallowing, but Zhao Qingxun just couldn't eat. He knew he had to eat, but he just couldn't swallow. If he ate one more bite, he would feel nauseous and there was nothing he could do.
Zhao Qingxun couldn't drink the soup, so he shook his head, turned away, and didn't want to say anything.
Thinking of his earache and hearing loss, Feng Ling was reluctant to say anything to him, but in her heart she wanted to pinch his mouth and force him to drink a few sips.
After dinner, Fengling went to exercise. She had a drama lines class to take online today. Knowing that Fengling had a full schedule of classes, Zhao Qingxun asked the nurse to put on a lumbar brace for him, saying that he needed to sit for a while.
Knowing he was in trouble, the nurses carried him to a sitting position. Seeing that Zhao Qingxun's eyes were clear and no longer uncomfortable with sitting up, one of them supported his shoulders and back while the other put on a waist brace that looked like a vest. It was called a waist brace, but it basically covered his upper body. Zhao Qingxun relied on the auxiliary tool to sit upright without hunching over, making it easier for him to do some work like reading documents and operating the computer.
"Get in the wheelchair." The nurse covered his legs with a thin blanket and pointed in the direction of the wheelchair. "Shall we move our things over here?" The nurse felt sorry for him, as he had lost a lot of weight recently, and suggested that he sit up in bed to work, which would be more comfortable for his legs and feet.
"No, go to the study." Everything that needs to be seen is on the study computer. Zhao Qingxun has already set the online time with the company's art director.
The nurses did as they were told. One of them held Zhao Qingxun's back and hips, while the other held his hips and legs in their arms. They easily carried Zhao Qingxun to the wheelchair. Before letting go, they straightened his pants under his hips to prevent the wrinkles of the fabric from hurting his loose skin on his lower limbs.
After positioning his legs and right hand, the nurse placed cushions under Zhao Qingxun's bare feet, and he maneuvered the wheelchair to the study.
It turned out to be a photo selection for Feng Ling. Zhao Qingxun turned on his computer, put on headphones, and personally reviewed the photos with the art director. The art director, along with the designers and art affairs staff, were all online. They knew Zhao Qingxun's invisible account was that of a director, but nothing else. The online discussion was both professional and lively. Zhao Qingxun never spoke. He didn't talk, and typing was inconvenient. He just looked. In his eyes, every girlfriend in the photo was extremely beautiful.
The nurse was sitting at the door of the study. He heard Zhao Qingxun coughing all the time. He was worried that he might get sick again if he continued to work so hard as he had just recovered from a lung infection. He asked Butler Song to go in and check on him. Butler Song walked in quietly, but before he could persuade him to rest, Zhao Qingxun just waved his hand, his eyes fixed on the big screen.
Seeing that he was wearing glasses and carefully screening photos, Butler Song had no other choice but to push the oxygen concentrator over for Zhao Qingxun to breathe oxygen, and also took the time to feed him a few sips of water. After it was past the time for him to take his medicine, he finally finished selecting a round of photos. Zhao Qingxun estimated that Feng Ling's class was about to end, so he was willing to log off and rest.
The photos are first-class and carefully selected. The lifelike ones are posted at fan meetings, the advertising ones are posted on personal social media, and the ones selected by fashion magazines are photos that indicate fashion products. Continuing Feng Ling's style of a blend of sexiness and innocence, she always brings surprises to everyone and constantly breaks through herself.
"I haven't finished class yet, and I saw fans enthusiastically commenting on the new photos, so I came to take a look. It turns out that Axun is helping me choose photos." After class, Feng Ling checked in on the computer to review the lines from the drama she had recently practiced, and then sat there playing with her phone for a while. She saw her new status in the fan community, and opened it out of curiosity. Seeing that they were fresh and beautiful photos that had just been released, she remembered that they must have been selected by Zhao Qingxun, and ran downstairs happily to find him.
"Do you like it?" Zhao Qingxun was a little tired, with his head leaning on the neck support of the wheelchair. He had been looking at the new messages on the screen. He had no time to rest when Feng Ling pushed the door open. When he saw her, he saw her with long hair and no makeup, as if she was in her teens, simple and beautiful.
She spoke loudly on purpose, luckily he heard her clearly. Feng Ling felt relieved and had already walked to the wheelchair. "Are you going to sign another contract with me? Do you want me to go back to Beijing to make money again?" Feng Ling joked with a smile. She put her arm around Zhao Qingxun's shoulders, bent down and kissed him affectionately.
"You are the best. You are in Switzerland and have already negotiated a new contract in Beijing. You will be the global spokesperson for GLF Jewelry. You will have to wear jewelry worth hundreds of millions when you attend an event next time. Don't be disgusted by my gift." Zhao Qingxun slowly took off his glasses, holding the left frame with his fingers. His relaxed tone showed his pride for her.
"No jewelry can compare to you. My boyfriend is the most expensive fashion item." Among the private photos seen by fans, there is a photo of Feng Ling wearing Zhao Qingxun's white shirt with fine brown stripes as pajamas and sitting on the sofa. It is currently the most popular photo among fans.
At that time, Zhao Qingxun was sitting opposite her in a wheelchair, holding up his mobile phone to take a picture of her. Both of their eyes were full of love. The simple and quiet sense of happiness in the photo was overflowing, which would make anyone who saw it feel so sweet.
Fans commented that this photo was as if taken from a lover's perspective. Feng Ling, wearing only her boyfriend's shirt, looked relaxed and lazy. It was an absolute classic, which is why she teased Zhao Qingxun like this.
"Can't hear in one ear, is that a fashion item?" Raising his hand to touch the back of her hand, Zhao Qingxun sighed softly, wondering when his broken body would get better, even a little bit would be fine.
"You're so annoying! Don't talk nonsense." She didn't dare touch him hard. His ears, neck, back, waist, legs...everywhere was a forbidden zone. Feng Ling had no choice but to hold onto his shoulders. She noticed that Zhao Qingxun had probably been sitting for too long. His body was weak and swaying from side to side. The hand holding her arm was also completely powerless.
"I'm fine." Being hugged by his girlfriend, Zhao Qingxun pretended to be fine.
Holding his neck with her hand, Feng Ling said to him obediently, "Okay, I'm tired from class. Let's go lie down and rest for a while, and then see what delicious food we have for dinner."
She adjusted the wheelchair backrest so that he could lie half-way in it, then reached into his clothes and untied the support device before sending him back to the room.
As the bad news faded, Feng Ling saw her reputation slowly recover. She knew all about the extraordinary work done by many staff members during her willful seclusion. Zhao Qingxun was growing increasingly frail, now unable to even sit still. She saw it all, and though she said nothing, she felt a surge of fear and worry. Her lover was only thirty, his life was just beginning. More often than not, Feng Ling worried about what she could do to help him get better.
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