Chapter 34 Chapter 34
The winter in Beijing that year was particularly cold. Sitting in the VIP lounge of the airport, Feng Ling still felt cold even wearing a thick down jacket. For the first time, she was afraid that Zhao Qingxun would leave suddenly.
After leaving without saying goodbye twice, Feng Ling asked for leave from the company this time and told them in advance that she was leaving. Although there were still many losses, after all, the advance notification and Jian Ying's intervention were able to minimize the impact.
After getting off the plane, Feng Ling went straight to a private hospital in Bern. Seeing Zhao Qingxun lying on the hospital bed, Feng Ling's tense heart instantly relaxed a lot. No matter what happened to him, as long as he was alive and well, it was fine.
"Xiao Xun has been relatively stable since the operation. He woke up for a while and then fell asleep again." Butler Song stood up to greet Feng Ling and explained the current situation to her.
"Uncle Song, you go home and rest, I'll stay here." Holding the old man's hands, Feng Ling saw that Butler Song had become older and had a lot more wrinkles on his face.
Sitting on the sofa beside the bed, Feng Ling didn't dare to sit on the bed, fearing that the shaking of the bed would affect Zhao Qingxun's wound. She leaned over and looked at him carefully. His little face was still pale and there was no change. But when she lifted the quilt and saw his wound, Feng Ling was stunned for a moment. The wound was still bleeding.
"It's been two days, right? It's such a small wound, and it's still bleeding? Don't the doctors here care?" Feng Ling had heard that medical care abroad was advanced, but she had also heard that it was too advanced, and that patients were often treated as non-human beings. Feng Ling immediately asked the nurse beside Zhao Qingxun, wanting to know what was going on.
Theoretically, the wounds from this minimally invasive surgery should heal quickly, and the patient could just go home and recuperate slowly, with regular checkups. However, Feng Ling noticed that the small wounds wrapped in gauze were still bleeding.
The nurse immediately took a half step forward and explained to Feng Ling, "Xiao Xun's surgery went very smoothly. He has no gallbladder inflammation and his liver function is normal. As you can see, there's no drainage tube inserted. However, the doctor also checked and found that Xiao Xun has very low platelets and poor coagulation function. Coupled with the paralysis that hinders his body functions, his recovery is slower than that of ordinary patients."
She guessed that was the case and sighed silently. Feng Ling didn't say anything else, for fear of disturbing Zhao Qingxun.
The person on the hospital bed finally woke up.
"Baby, don't cry." Zhao Qingxun used his trembling hand, which was covered with bruises, to scratch Feng Ling's nose.
Seeing him like this, Feng Ling leaned forward to shave his face, "I'm not crying, I'm just a little tired after sitting on the plane for a long time."
"I cried like a rabbit... I don't feel any pain, I'm okay." He curled the corners of his lips. He was not a man who liked to laugh, but this time, the whole ward seemed brighter.
"Well, it will be fine in a few days." She didn't want to say that he was still bleeding. She bit her lip and refused to say anything.
The wound refused to heal, leaving Zhao Qingxun's abdomen covered in bruises and severe bruising. Feng Ling didn't dare tell him, as he couldn't sit up and was at the mercy of others, so he couldn't see it for the time being. Zhao Qingxun's paralysis left him with little feeling and he couldn't cry out in pain. The caregivers just had to be extra careful not to disturb the wound, and everything else was normal. Because of his hospitalization, Zhao Qingxun even skipped meals, relying on nutritional injections to maintain his health, eliminating the need for feedings.
"Today's soup smells so good. I'll feed you some later. Will you eat with me?" Zhao Qingxun always had to eat something. He ate later than other patients. Feng Ling was worried about him.
"Yeah." Zhao Qingxun's mood improved after seeing his girlfriend, so he naturally agreed to all her suggestions.
Zhao Qingxun had not eaten for many days. As soon as he raised the head of his bed, he saw a black fog in front of his eyes. He closed his eyes and gasped in discomfort. Feng Ling did not dare to call him, so she had to hold his hand and accompany him through this discomfort.
The nurse held Zhao Qingxun half of his body and replaced his shoulders and neck with a large neck pillow, making it much more comfortable for him to lean his head against the headboard. In order to allow his weak body to sit still and not slide down, the nurse also stuffed a small quilt under his two knees. His paralyzed legs were slightly arched with toes facing each other to provide support for his upper body, making the half-leaning posture more stable.
"I'll do it myself, you eat too." Zhao Qingxun raised his hand and put a napkin on his collar. He said he would eat and let his girlfriend rest for a while.
"I'll do it." Feng Ling had already picked up the small bowl of soup.
After taking a sip of ginseng chicken soup and a mouthful of pumpkin porridge, Zhao Qingxun looked behind Feng Ling and asked her, "What are you eating?"
"For me, today I'm going to order Fujian cuisine."
"Is there Buddha Jumps Over the Wall?"
"You can't eat it, why are you asking?" She didn't want to say more because she was afraid that he wanted to eat but couldn't. Zhao Qingxun was worried about what Feng Ling would eat, and he couldn't let her eat this porridge with him.
Unfortunately, not long after the meal, Zhao Qingxun's lower body hematuria not only didn't improve but worsened, and his appetite was also poor. After holding it in for a while, he vomited the entire small bowl of food. The doctor came to examine him carefully and said that his digestive system had not yet recovered. He said to try eating again tomorrow and not to worry too much. Anti-inflammatory and nutritional injections were immediately arranged, and Zhao Qingxun began to stay in bed and receive intravenous drips again.
The bleeding from the small wounds on his stomach finally stopped. Feng Ling consulted doctors several times, who explained that Zhao Qingxun was paralyzed and had been bedridden and wheelchair-bound for extended periods. To prevent blood clots, he needed to take several medications year-round, including thromboprophylactics. These medications affected his blood clotting function, causing him to bleed and bruise more easily. Combined with other body test results, Feng Ling fully understood the reason for Zhao Qingxun's slow wound healing and no longer worried.
The ward has a video room, a lounge, and a massage room. Flowers, fruits, and snacks are delivered in different ways every day. The bodyguards often bring a little cat from next door to let Zhao Qingxun pet it a few times. However, Zhao Qingxun's mood is very low because he has been lying in the hospital every day and can't hear at all in his right ear.
I gave him water again and tried soft food and some fruit, but he still felt nauseous and vomited it all out before he could even start digesting it properly.
The doctor had no choice but to continue giving Zhao Qingxun nutrient solution. If the wound had not healed slowly, Zhao Qingxun might have been discharged from the hospital and returned home.
The bodyguard accompanied Feng Ling to run in a fitness club near the hospital. When Feng Ling returned to the hospital and walked into the ward, she saw the nurse adjust Zhao Qingxun's legs and leave the bedside.
"Have you had a massage?" Feng Ling took off her coat and came to the bedside to ask.
“…”
Feng Ling understood what silence meant.
"Axun, you have to move your legs and feet every day even in the hospital. You have wounds on your body, and carting and electrotherapy are not suitable right now. I can only help you with passive exercises. Don't think it's boring."
Zhao Qingxun's pair of paralyzed legs were not as thick as an adult man's arms. They were thin and limp, and his insteps were sagging more and more. If he continued to do so, he might not be able to wear shoes. Feng Ling was reluctant to be mean to him, fearing that he could not bear it, so she had to coax and comfort him. However, Zhao Qingxun, who was staying in the hospital, became more and more disobedient. It had become normal for him to be lazy and refuse a massage like today.
"I just want to take a nap." He felt it was pointless and didn't want anyone to touch his diaper-wrapped body.
"Okay, okay, you get some sleep." Feng Ling bent down to hug Zhao Qingxun, feeling his body to see if it was bent, and checking to see if his hands and feet were in good condition. She didn't want to disturb him any further. Needles were implanted in his arms, and he was constantly receiving injections of medication and nutrient solution. Zhao Qingxun's inward-turned palms were in a protective brace, and while it looked better, his fingers were actually stretched out by external forces, always cold, and he had almost no feeling at all.
Doctors diagnosed Zhao Qingxun with an eating disorder, which was related to his paralysis and loss of sensation, as well as his current mental state. They recommended feeding via nasogastric tube, and counseling from a psychiatrist was also necessary.
Not to mention Zhao Qingxun, Feng Ling was already somewhat resistant to this proposal. Zhao Qingxun cared a lot about his image and was also concerned about his increasing number of physical problems. Does nasogastric feeding mean that he was so sick that he couldn't even eat normally?
After thinking for a while, Feng Ling said to try again and make a decision before being discharged from the hospital.
Turning around, she saw Zhao Qingxun lying on the bed. Because he couldn't sit still, the nurse held him in his arms while feeding him medicine, fearing that he would choke.
At dinner, Feng Ling suggested that they eat wontons, sweet soup, and soft little cakes together. Zhao Qingxun nodded in agreement. While eating, she smiled and held him to sit, but she ended up swaying from side to side and couldn't sit still at all. Feng Ling hugged her ribs which were hurting her hands and let Zhao Qingxun fall into her arms. She held him tightly and didn't dare to let go for a moment.
He was fed two small wontons with warm soup and two or three bites of snacks, and he ate them obediently. However, within half an hour, Zhao Qingxun began to feel uncomfortable again and could not help but vomiting everything.
The nurse was well-trained and quickly changed the soiled clothes. He carried Zhao Qingxun to the outer room to rest on the bed, and then they went in to change the bedding.
Feng Ling held Zhao Qingxun, who had just changed his clothes and was a little dizzy from being carried around. She checked his hands and feet, ruling out the possibility of him falling off the bed. Feng Ling turned back to look at his head resting on her shoulder and was surprised to find that Zhao Qingxun, who was panting with his eyes closed, was drooling. Long eyelashes, snow-white skin, a high nose bridge echoing the delicate jawline, and exquisite features could not help but drool unconsciously. Zhao Qingxun was already weak and overdrawn.
Before being discharged from the hospital, Feng Ling and Zhao Lanyin talked on the phone for a long time and also asked for Zhao Qingxun's opinion. They asked the doctor to insert a nasogastric tube for him. It was not worth sacrificing health to maintain decency and good looks. Being able to eat is the only way to maintain the body's daily needs. Zhao Qingxun had to nod and agree to give it a try.
The nasogastric tube is inserted into the stomach from the nostrils. The pain, rejection, and nausea of the process cannot be described in detail. The foreign body is left in the fragile mucous membrane of the body. Zhao Qingxun is physically disabled and cannot relieve the strong nausea and vomiting by himself. The nurse has to turn him over to avoid body spasms and choking on vomitus, which would cause greater trouble.
Zhao Qingxun was vomiting and in pain. He had just had a nasogastric tube inserted and couldn't even speak. He kept whimpering in pain. Feng Ling felt soft-hearted and sorry for him. She wanted to pull the tube out to stop him from feeling uncomfortable.
But she knew that with a nasogastric tube, he would be able to slowly resume eating, so that his body could absorb nutrients and he would get better. For Zhao Qingxun, Feng Ling held back, just stood aside, not looking at him, and secretly shed tears.
When they returned home, everyone discovered that when the gastric tube was inserted, Zhao Qingxun was so nervous and uncomfortable that his body subconsciously resisted. Two large bruises appeared on his left arm, which had strength. The next day, it turned purple, which was even more horrifying.
"It's the Spring Festival. Do you think my clothes look good?" As the Spring Festival was approaching, Feng Ling selected several sets of red clothes and pestered the person who had just sat in the wheelchair to help her take a look.
"You are so beautiful, and bright red suits you. You will look good in anything you wear." Zhao Qingxun looked at her with bright eyes. He drove the wheelchair, facing Feng Ling, and waited obediently to watch her change clothes.
Fengling's daily dressing style is casual and loose, and she mostly chooses formal clothes in light-colored colors when working. She does not rely on her sexy beauty to become popular, but she has been ranked in the top three in various beauty pageants countless times by the government or the public.
Staying in Switzerland for the Spring Festival, the lack of outside festivals was compensated by the strong traditional atmosphere at home. Feng Ling used a lot of red to embellish everything from her clothes to the flower arrangements at home, and also chose a red sweater for Zhao Qingxun, which made his pale cheeks look warm.
"Please help me plead for my mother so that she won't be angry." Feng Ling felt scared after turning down Zhao Lanyin's new movie. She pulled Zhao Qingxun's hand and asked him to help smooth things over.
"Okay, okay, I'll tell her that you're busy accompanying her disabled son and have no time to go out to work." Half lying in the high-back wheelchair, Zhao Qingxun nodded his head in the headrest, and slowly stretched out his left hand on the joystick, wanting to answer her mobile phone.
"What are you talking about?" Feng Ling said coquettishly. Instead of giving him the phone, she gently hit the back of Zhao Qingxun's hand.
"Just postpone it, no need to explain." Everyone knew Zhao Qingxun's physical condition. Feng Ling didn't go to work and insisted on accompanying him because she valued the relationship more.
"Then how about we just be willful and go see the snow?" Seeing that he was in a good mood, Feng Ling took the opportunity to suggest.
"It seems that the snow at home cannot satisfy my baby. Let me think, baby likes hot springs and snow, right?" No matter what his mood was, when Zhao Qingxun faced Feng Ling, he thought about what she was thinking. There was no rejection of Feng Ling in his dictionary.
In the small town at the foot of the Alps, they chose a tourist hotel with the best facilities for the disabled and booked an entire building. After everything was arranged, Feng Ling changed clothes and washed the man who had been bedridden all day, and really took Zhao Qingxun out to see the snow.
"Did you bring kitchen utensils? If there's smoke in the kitchen, they'll be scared to death..." After sitting on the bed and changing clothes, Zhao Qingxun took Feng Ling's hand and asked her in a low voice. He felt that there was no need to prepare so many things like moving house.
"No, no, we will only use electricity to steam food for you." Zhao Qingxun is not wearing a waist brace now, let alone an upper body brace. His body is soft and he relies on Feng Ling's arms all the time. Feng Ling is happy to hug him and explain softly in his ear.
No longer distracted and worried, Zhao Qingxun sat up by himself, leaning against the left bed rail, and watched as everyone had packed up everything, except for his largest piece of "luggage".
His body was weak now, and without a waist brace he could only sit swaying. The wounds on his body had healed, and they were worried about hurting his fragile abdomen, so the nurses took him in and out of the wheelchair and took him to the shower together, so as not to pull his body. In fact, Zhao Qingxun didn't feel anything. He said it was okay and he just wanted to be the same as before. However, the nurses refused and still carried him with two people, taking extra care.
"I'm not going. I'll wait for you here. Go take a bath by yourself." After being carried to the big bed in the hotel, the nurse took off Zhao Qingxun's shoes, laid a nursing pad under him, and arranged him like a big rag doll. Zhao Qingxun immediately told them to go and play.
"Are you staying alone?" Feng Ling teased him.
"Well, I watch TV and use my cell phone." Zhao Qingxun nodded seriously. He was wearing a diaper and didn't need to eat or drink water. Just lying half on the bed was his whole world.
The hotel's large bed was booked in advance, and Feng Ling requested a harder mattress. If it was too soft, Zhao Qingxun would find it even more uncomfortable to sit.
"No, I want you to stay with me." Sitting next to him, she smoothed his clothes and begged in a low voice.
"I'm not wearing a catheter, it's dirty... I'll just wash in the tub later." With his lower body wrapped in a diaper, Zhao Qingxun had no sense of urination, but he knew he was leaking all the time. A hot spring bath would be too dirty. Besides, taking him there would require a lot of equipment, which would be very troublesome. With his condition, it might be a good idea to just wait quietly for everyone to come back after their fun.
“It’s not dirty.”
"I'm alone. I can get some sleep. It's okay."
Without arguing with him anymore, Feng Ling put on her coat and went out. Zhao Qingxun thought they were going out to play, so he looked at his phone for a while. He was tired after a whole morning, so he fell asleep in a daze.
In fact, a caregiver stayed outside the bedroom, sorting nursing supplies while keeping an eye on Zhao Qingxun's condition; Feng Ling and another caregiver went to the hotel kitchen to check the ingredients they had ordered in advance so that everyone could have a happy meal together.
About half an hour later, Feng Ling came back to find Zhao Qingxun. Zhao Qingxun was still not very conscious. He was held in his arms, his pants were taken off, his diaper was changed, and he put on two layers of warm clothes, ready to go out.
"Baby, I'm not going to the hot spring." Looking at his paralyzed feet covered with two layers of socks and the nurse carefully putting boots on him, Zhao Qingxun took a deep breath and looked up to talk to his girlfriend.
"Let's go to the foot of the mountain, we'll see the snow and take pictures." Feng Ling took Zhao Qingxun from the nurse, hugged him, touched the thickness of his clothes, and couldn't help but kissed him on the right cheek where the nasogastric tube was fixed. Zhao Qingxun wanted to hide, but his body was not obedient at all.
The slender body weighed less than 100 pounds. The nurse carried Zhao Qingxun to the wheelchair, positioned his weak limbs from head to toe, adjusted the wheelchair mode and speed, and set off with his belongings.
On the road, you can see many cars going skiing, but very few people stay at the foot of the mountain to watch the snow.
"Just watch like this, why don't you go play for a while?" After adjusting the seats, the four of them sat in the car looking at the snow-capped mountains and the floating white clouds. Zhao Qingxun teased Feng Ling, wanting her to go down and play for a while and take some photos.
"Hmph, I won't let you get off the car anyway." Feng Ling didn't dare let Zhao Qingxun get off because she was worried that he would be cold.
"I'll take a picture for you." He didn't want to stay in the car and wanted to get out and take a look.
The nurses knew what Zhao Qingxun liked. There were no other people around, so one of them held Zhao Qingxun while the other swiftly took down the wheelchair and opened it. Soon, Zhao Qingxun was dressed warmly and wrapped tightly, and he could move around in the wheelchair.
"Let me see, it's a great photo. My boyfriend is amazing." After watching Zhao Qingxun take photos of the snow-capped mountains and himself, Feng Ling was very happy that he had recovered. She picked up her phone and bent down to take a selfie with him, "Xun, let's take a photo together."
On Feng Ling's phone screen, the young couple's faces were pressed together. Although their skin was a little red due to the cold weather, their pair of top-notch noses pressed together were the best proof of their beauty. He adjusted the angle slightly to find the snow-capped mountains as a background. Before Feng Ling could take the photo, Zhao Qingxun raised his left hand and covered his face, unwilling to take the photo.
"Axun?"
"Ugly... Stop taking pictures... cough cough..." He turned his head and coughed, as if trying to get rid of the unhappiness, and kept coughing.
She leaned over and hugged Zhao Qingxun for a while. When he calmed down, Feng Ling tidied his hair and said to him seriously, "I will pay attention next time and not take pictures of Guan. Please don't mind it."
Zhao Qingxun's silence was a tacit agreement. The nasogastric tube was secured to the right nostril with two pieces of tape, then snaked behind his right ear and tucked away. The nurse prepared a long, transparent, disposable cannula and sealed it tightly over the remaining tube, ensuring cleanliness and hygiene. The tube was only replaced about once a month. Wearing it constantly caused a noticeable foreign body sensation, and occasional movement would cause nasal pain. It also affected his speech. Zhao Qingxun never spoke, but that didn't mean he didn't mind. He truly objected to being asked to wear a nasogastric tube even for photos.
The leisurely and peaceful environment, the feeling of being quietly accompanied by the snow of the Alps. Feng Ling gave the staff around her a holiday early, and took care of Zhao Qingxun alone. Although he had lost so much weight that it would take a while to make up for it, his body had recovered after the operation. During the next period of recovery, Feng Ling thought of many ways to make him happy.
"The yoga ball is ready, and there are clothes you haven't seen, and..." Feng Ling hugged the man leaning on the big pillow and bit his left ear and whispered sweet words. The roses and lilies that Zhao Qingxun liked were placed from the living room outside to the head of the bed. Feng Ling even changed into sexy clothes and showed them only to him.
"Huh...Huh..." Passion surged, Zhao Qingxun's left hand tightly grasped hers, their fingers adorned with couple rings entwined, unwilling to let go. As long as she was by his side, it was the best time. The dance Feng Ling had secretly practiced hadn't come in handy yet, but the man, who had lost his composure and dignity, was already tearing up. He wanted her, whether in bed or on the sofa. For a man who cared nothing for anything, he desperately wanted her love at the foot of the snow-capped mountains.
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