Chapter 35 Chapter 35
The introduction of a nasogastric tube did require more careful care, but it also solved Zhao Qingxun's feeding problem. The nurse carefully pushed the liquid food through the tube, fearing that it might upset his stomach. She was hesitant to give him more, preferring smaller, more frequent meals. His water intake was generally up to standard, and his complexion gradually improved, and he slowly gained a little weight.
Tired of Swiss steak, Feng Ling made an appointment with the assistant who came to deliver information and documents to her to have Japanese food. When she came back, she brought fruits and delicious snacks. Seeing Zhao Qingxun leaning against the head of the bed, with the nurse pushing dinner into him through the nasogastric tube, she couldn't help but walk over to show off her cake.
"Axun, try it, one bite, okay?" "Okay." Zhao Qingxun slowly turned his head to look at Feng Ling, and saw the graceful figure with long flowing hair. He didn't hear what she said clearly, but still raised the corners of his lips and smiled faintly.
The beautiful doll was right next to him, and she was only smiling at him. Zhao Qingxun's heart was moved and he opened his mouth obediently. Feng Ling fed him, and he ate.
Feng Ling didn't dare to feed him anymore, so she gave him two sips of water, hugged his soft waist considerately, rubbed his stomach, and chatted with him.
"Axun, I have an ideal. I will be the leading actress on stage, performing and bowing, and you will be in the audience, applauding me."
A pair of clear eyes looked at Feng Ling. Zhao Qingxun's eyes were upturned at the corners, and his thin eyelids were a little sunken, giving him a mysterious and noble aura. He thought about Feng Ling's ideal for a while, and it seemed that the most difficult part was himself.
"Baby, I will get better. I will do rehabilitation and exercises. If this ear fails, I will definitely get a hearing aid so that you won't worry. I will always be behind you, supporting you and loving you... Okay?" Can I not go to the front of the stage?
Tilting his head slightly to the left, Zhao Qingxun's soft voice was full of emotional charm. He hadn't made such a serious promise for a long time, which made people almost forget that even after disappearing for more than ten years, he still had more than 30 million fans on social media.
"My Axun is the best." Moved, Feng Ling knelt beside Zhao Qingxun, hugged his shoulders and kissed him.
Unable to resist the girl's fragrance filling his arms, Zhao Qingxun couldn't hold her with both hands. He subconsciously fluttered his long eyelashes, closed his eyes and responded to her kiss, enduring the discomfort in his nasal cavity, raised his chin and sucked gently. His ideal was to keep her by his side forever and be her only lover forever.
Feng Ling hugged Zhao Qingxun and could feel that he was emotional and excited. It was not until she heard the uncomfortable gasps in his throat that she realized that kissing like this might cause discomfort in his nose and throat. Avoiding his slightly cold lips, Feng Ling straightened his head, hugged him and patted his back to help him relieve the discomfort.
"I'm sorry, am I like a monster..." Zhao Qingxun licked his lips and apologized in a low, hoarse voice.
"Why do you say that? I'm just worried that you'll feel uncomfortable." Holding his chin with her small hands, Feng Ling gently stroked the nasogastric tube on his face, explaining her concerns.
After being able to eat a few bites of food, Zhao Qingxun didn't feel uncomfortable. Feng Ling was very happy and suggested that they go out for afternoon tea the next day.
"There's a coffee shop I went to once. The coffee was amazing. Should we go try it? They also have scones or puddings, and you can see the glacial lake and snow-capped mountains."
"Can we still see Lake Thun?" Zhao Qingxun understood what his girlfriend meant. Naturally, he had to take the initiative to cooperate with her. That's how he would be a good boyfriend.
"Uh-huh."
The young couple hit it off immediately, and the next day, they actually went out to the famous glacier lake scenic area and found the small cafe that Fengling mentioned.
Bern itself is not a popular tourist city, and Chinese people are even rarer. Meeting a fan who can recognize Feng Ling and is interested in greeting her on such a deserted afternoon should be as likely as winning a lottery.
That's why Zhao Qingxun was not that scared. He wore a hat and a mask and sat in a wheelchair. They and the two bodyguards separated in advance and entered the cafe separately. Although Feng Ling wore sunglasses, she was still bright and beautiful.
There are open-air sofa seats at the entrance of the store. Looking at the beautiful lake and snow-capped mountains while drinking mellow coffee is indeed a rare scenery in the world. At least at this moment, life will be extraordinarily beautiful and comfortable.
The waiter was very nice. He helped clear a path for the electric wheelchair and moved a sofa to make room for Feng Ling and Zhao Qingxun.
"Axun, don't be angry because I didn't order coffee for you." In order to control sugar and weight, Feng Ling only ordered a small scone, a caramel macchiato, and a cup of fruit tea for Zhao Qingxun. In fact, she knew that Zhao Qingxun couldn't drink it, so she planned to pack it up and take it away.
"Angry, the kind that is hard to coax." When they were together in private, Zhao Qingxun smiled after just saying one sentence to his girlfriend. Feng Ling helped him put on his glasses and took off his mask. Zhao Qingxun had a typical oriental handsome face, and his delicate facial features were more story-telling against the backdrop of the Alps, both ancient and modern, making people unable to take their eyes off him.
After taking a sip of coffee, Feng Ling raised her hand to cup his pointed chin, then stood up and leaned over to kiss him. His lips were cool and incredibly soft, like cherry blossom-flavored jelly, making Feng Ling reluctant to part with him. She sucked the jelly repeatedly, playfully passing the coffee to the jelly. The entanglement of the cherry lips and jelly was so sweet it was almost stringy, and they kissed passionately and ecstatically.
Jelly accepted her coffee, turned his neck and concentrated on pecking Feng Ling's lips. It seemed that this little bit of coffee was not enough for Feng Ling. Her legs and feet became weak after being kissed by Zhao Qingxun, and she gradually lay on his legs. The wheelchair was large and comfortable. She held the armrests tightly and kissed the exquisite and handsome Jelly for a century in the afternoon sun.
"That's it, bad jelly." When Zhao Qingxun's neck shook and began to breathe heavily, Feng Ling ended the kiss. She pursed her lips and savored the happiness that the jelly in the wheelchair brought her.
"Hmm?" Zhao Qingxun didn't understand what she was mumbling.
"That's right, Axun, you are so great. I will carry you to the sofa and sit with me, okay?" Intentionally wanting him to fall into her arms and surrender, Feng Ling secretly invited him to fight again.
"You can't hold me." Zhao Qingxun looked at her gently and negotiated with her.
"Okay." Feng Ling had already begun unbuckling the wheelchair straps, measuring the height between the wheelchair and the sofa with her eyes. "Come, put your hands on my shoulders and hug me..."
He hurriedly reached out to hug Zhao Qingxun. Feng Ling held his narrow buttocks and tried to lift Zhao Qingxun up in one go. Then he heard a girl's voice beside him, "Feng Ling? It's Feng Ling!"
Hearing the pure Chinese and unfamiliar voice, Feng Ling was startled. She slowly loosened her grip and put Zhao Qingxun back into the wheelchair. She tilted her head slightly to look at the source of the voice.
"Ah! Really, Feng Ling, can you give me an autograph?" "Let's take a photo together." Two girls who spoke Chinese had already walked in front of Feng Ling. The one behind her kept holding her cell phone and pointing it at Feng Ling.
"No, no, it's a private trip, sorry." Feng Ling subconsciously used her body to block Zhao Qingxun. She was so scared that her legs went weak and she kept waving her hands, constantly rejecting the two of them.
"We are your fans, please sign an autograph for us." The fans were more generous than their idol, they did not back down a single step and their demands did not decrease.
The two girls exchanged glances, one continued to move closer to the wind chime, and the other began to use her mobile phone to find the angle to take a picture.
"No, please don't come over." Fortunately, they were probably young and didn't recognize Zhao Qingxun, but Feng Ling didn't receive any love from the fans, nor did she feel any kindness or respect. She only felt threatened, especially when Zhao Qingxun was there. She was even more worried about scaring her lover.
When the other party said she wanted to take a photo and Feng Ling kept refusing, the flash of another girl's phone lit up. Feng Ling's face changed immediately. She turned her head and saw Zhao Qingxun lowering his head, bending forward slightly, and raising his hands to cover his face. He was scared!
In a hurry, Feng Ling reached out and pushed the girl who was squeezing next to her and wanted to take a photo.
Keeping her composure, Feng Ling sternly warned them, "Don't take pictures! Please leave." She left some space around her. Feng Ling was afraid that they would come over to pull her again. She was afraid that they would run into Zhao Qingxun.
She bent down to comfort Zhao Qingxun, but she didn't even dare to call out to him, so she reached out to pull his hand. She didn't touch it, but saw that Zhao Qingxun's hands and feet were twitching, his waist was bent, and he fell headfirst.
"Ah..." Feng Ling finally understood what a critical moment meant. She just reached out to hug Zhao Qingxun without considering whether she could hold him or not.
Zhao Qingxun, who rarely had spasms for no reason, was frightened by these two people to the point that he almost forgot to breathe. He couldn't get up and leave, let alone refuse them sternly. Zhao Qingxun only had time to raise his hands to cover his face.
But his right hand was curled up, without any strength at all, which meant that his ability to maintain his balance was zero. His body was tilted, and his legs began to twitch as his emotions collapsed. His feet had fallen under the pedals, causing Zhao Qingxun to completely lose the ability to sit steadily. The straps on the wheelchair had just been opened by the wind chimes, and his paralyzed body was driven by spasms and fell straight to the ground.
The thin, limp body fell straight to the ground. Feng Ling couldn't hold Zhao Qingxun at all, so she could only hold him tightly as a cushion of flesh, and fell to the ground together. Zhao Qingxun was tall and had long legs. His upper body was held by Feng Ling, and his long legs were thrown to the side. His right foot hit the step and drooped down.
In just about half a minute, the place was in chaos. The bodyguards came running over. Feng Ling had already fallen to the ground holding Zhao Qingxun, hugging his head tightly, completely disregarding her own safety.
The two bodyguards, one held Feng Ling's back with one hand, and the other directly reached out to hug Zhao Qingxun and started to check from the head and face.
Zhao Qingxun's right hand had no function. He struggled to pull his left hand out of Feng Ling's arms, looked at the bodyguard's face, and pointed at the two girls with his slender fingers.
He didn't need to say anything. The bodyguard immediately understood from the pale and weak pointing. He slowly loosened his arms around Zhao Qingxun and, without saying a word, grabbed the phone in the girl's hand.
After a few negotiations, the bodyguard asked for the girls' cell phones and cameras, asked them to leave quickly, and then turned back to report to Zhao Qingxun.
"Axun, your neck, does it hurt?" Feng Ling knew that his legs and feet were dragging behind him, but Zhao Qingxun was paralyzed and had no feeling, so after Zhao Qingxun was carried into the wheelchair, she asked him about the more important part where he could feel.
His body ached from the convulsions, and it hurt to breathe. Zhao Qingxun leaned his head against the headrest, uttered the word "no" with difficulty, and then there was no movement.
Seeing that he was struggling to open his eyes, Feng Ling didn't dare to stay any longer. The hat and mask almost covered Zhao Qingxun's entire face. The bodyguard picked him up, walked straight to the nanny car, and rushed back home.
Although he fell from the wheelchair and had convulsions, Zhao Qingxun was fortunately unharmed in that his head, neck, and limbs were not injured. Apart from a skin wound on his right ankle, everything else was fine.
The ankle joints were loose and non-functional, the skin was white, tender and smooth. Due to being too thin, the ankle bones were broken and bleeding, and the thin and deformed calf bones were also sprained.
"It doesn't hurt, I don't feel anything. Baby, don't cry." Zhao Qingxun didn't even look at the bleeding ankle. Feng Ling secretly shed tears and he frowned. He lay on the bed and tried to comfort his girlfriend.
On the third day after returning home, Zhao Qingxun's ankle had swollen as high as a steamed bun, with a large bruise and the wound still bleeding.
There are no photos posted online, but there are some rumors about Feng Ling, saying that she was on vacation in Switzerland and refused fans to take pictures of her because there was a disabled boy in a wheelchair next to her. This poor boy was Feng Ling's frail and sickly brother who came from the mountains. Feng Ling cared about her brother very much and was very unfriendly to her fans.
When Zhao Qingxun saw one of the versions of the rumor, he was so angry that he half-lay on the bed, pushed away his phone and smiled helplessly.
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