Chapter 36 Chapter 36
All sorts of irresponsible speculation and speculation were flying about Feng Ling's trip to Switzerland with her disabled brother. Because there were no photos, people ignored them and simply looked at them. Zhao Qingxun himself saw it and realized it was the day the stalker asked Feng Ling for an autograph and a photo. Because his phone and camera had been taken, he deleted all the photos, leaving the other party with no evidence.
"What did you see? Why are you laughing?" Feng Ling was worried that Zhao Qingxun had injured his right foot and had been bedridden for the past few days, making it inconvenient for him to move around in a wheelchair. Who would have thought that he was actually smiling at the phone.
"I saw them say, 'I am your brother and sister.'" Putting down his phone, Zhao Qingxun still found this statement interesting and was no longer worried about being photographed or recognized that day.
Looking at his thin face and his thick hair, which hadn't been styled today and was rather messy, he looked like a big boy. Feng Ling nodded, deliberately lengthening the ending of her words and replied, "I can only let others bully me. It's true that I am your brother, your brother."
Normally, Zhao Qingxun would take the initiative to offer kisses and ask for them, but these past two days his right foot was inconvenient and he basically didn't use a wheelchair, which further restricted his activities.
Last night, Feng Ling watched the handsome man lying in bed. She missed him so much and expressed her love to him softly. He said that his feet were fine, and then it was the little girl's turn to go crazy. She completely ravaged Zhao Qingxun and he had no ability to fight back all night.
Thinking back to last night, Zhao Qingxun's pale face flushed, his left hand clenched into a fist, his body was not obedient at all, so he had to half-lie down and let her tease him.
"Anti-swelling and anti-inflammatory medicine. The nurse is here. Give Xiaoxun an IV." Housekeeper Song followed the doctor's instructions and brought a nurse to give Zhao Qingxun, who had swollen feet, an IV.
"Taking medicine and applying external applications are ineffective. It's time to try intravenous drip." Feng Ling nodded in agreement. Zhao Qingxun's feet were badly swollen and there was really no time to delay.
The entry of a stranger into the room immediately diluted the ambiguous feelings between the two people.
After being paralyzed for 11 years, Zhao Qingxun put aside his adventurous personality and has been recuperating at home. His family and caregivers have also taken good care of him. This ankle injury is not actually serious, but it is also quite troublesome because the wound has not healed for a long time.
"I'm fine. Why are you all standing here? I don't feel any pain." The nurse gave the injection and the caregiver changed the dressing for Zhao Qingxun at the end of the bed. Butler Song came to check on him regularly to prevent the wound from worsening and being delayed. Feng Ling had no intention of leaving. Zhao Qingxun knew that everyone cared about him, but he felt there was no need to be nervous.
"I'm concerned about you." The nurse applied the medicine carefully, bandaged the thin and soft ankle gently, moved the legs and feet, straightened the pants, and replied with a smile.
"I couldn't walk anyway. It's just a minor wound. Don't worry about it." Zhao Qingxun hadn't worn socks for a few days. Looking at his swollen toes, he felt that everyone was making a fuss.
When Zhao Qingxun was receiving the infusion, Feng Ling stayed with him the whole time. He was confined to the bed and his hands were not convenient to use, so Feng Ling operated his mobile phone for him. The two of them watched the news together and had lively discussions. Zhao Qingxun liked chatting with Feng Ling and would not let her leave even when he was tired. He hooked Feng Ling with his trembling right wrist, like a big teddy bear.
His right foot was badly swollen. At first, it was just troublesome for him to take a bath, get dressed, turn over, etc. Zhao Qingxun himself was unaware of it. Later, he felt uncomfortable when being fed medicine and eating, and his stomach started to feel uncomfortable, which really troubled him.
"If you don't want to eat, take it out." Zhao Qingxun didn't feel any pain after having poop all day, but his back and waist ached from the frequent changes of diapers, pants, and baths. His neck was so tired that he couldn't hold it up anymore and had to rely on the nurse to hold him for support.
"You haven't eaten for a whole day. Your body can't take it. Are you dizzy now?" The nurse had to coax him in a low voice, but did not dare to push liquid food into Zhao Qingxun through the nasogastric tube.
"I'll still have diarrhea after eating. No need. Let's talk about it tomorrow." Lying on the bed, Zhao Qingxun felt a thick fog in front of his eyes when he opened his mouth to speak. He insisted on his decision, raised his hand and waved it gently to express his refusal, and asked them to leave.
Early the next morning, Feng Ling, who was "kicked out" of the master bedroom last night because he was afraid of having diarrhea and dirtying his girlfriend, urgently found a professional nurse and asked her to change Zhao Qingxun's nasogastric tube.
"Axun, I'll ask the nurse from the hospital to come and replace your nasogastric tube. Maybe the bacteria and other things will be replaced. Just be patient." Zhao Qingxun had not fully woken up yet. Feng Ling was anxious, so she held his hand and stroked his cheek to wake him up.
"Well, why are you here? Go out and let them keep me company. This place is dirty."
Stubbornly believing that the room was also very dirty, Zhao Qingxun lay on his side on the bed. Seeing Qing Fengling lying beside him and talking, he began to push her hard, asking her to go out, fearing that she would smell a bad smell.
Feng Ling was helpless and had to agree to his request. She said very gently, "Okay, okay, I'll go out and come back after I change the tube. Don't push me again."
The nurse raised the head of the nursing bed more than ten degrees and fixed Zhao Qingxun's head and neck. The nurse who was specialized in changing tubes took over and quickly removed the nasogastric tube and replaced it with a new one in just a few minutes.
Feng Ling sat on the sofa in the outer living room, watching the nurses coming in and out, the caregivers walking back and forth, listening to Zhao Qingxun's uncomfortable nausea and pain, and listening to his low moans.
A foreign object entered the nasal cavity, accompanied by nausea and pain. Only a small part of Zhao Qingxun's body was sensitive, so she felt the pain of the tube insertion even more. She felt distressed sitting there and had no intention of eating at all. Feng Ling went downstairs to check the breakfast prepared for Zhao Qingxun in the kitchen, turned around and went upstairs to see that he had changed the tube and it had been cleaned up.
"Axun, I'm coming in." After greeting and walking in, Feng Ling saw Zhao Qingxun resting with his eyes closed. He had suffered too much, and he had to bear it alone. Others were just helping to alleviate his pain, and no one had the ability to save him.
Zhao Qingxun was in a very bad mood after having the tube removed and intubated. He had no energy to chat with Feng Ling. The two held hands and Zhao Qingxun no longer refused to eat. The nurse slowly pushed the nutritious porridge into his stomach, and then pushed some paste-like food, which was almost oil-free. Especially since Zhao Qingxun had his gallbladder removed, he was even less suitable for greasy and heavy-tasting food.
Not long after eating something, Zhao Qingxun still had diarrhea. He hadn't eaten anything for two or three days and had diarrhea all the time. In fact, it was just watery. He felt very dirty and asked Feng Ling to leave. Feng Ling was also good-tempered and listened to him obediently and didn't argue with him.
In the room, Zhao Qingxun was cleaning himself and changing clothes. Feng Ling was worried that he would catch a cold sooner or later, but there was no other way. She went directly to the housekeeper for help, "Uncle Song, we should give him an IV and nutrient solution, otherwise he will become dehydrated."
"It's here and will be fine soon. Xiaoxun has such severe diarrhea, it should be due to inflammation. Also, it is particularly easy to have this without a gallbladder." The old housekeeper was worried and sad when the young master fell ill. He contacted a doctor and planned to observe him at home for another day.
That night, Zhao Qingxun indeed developed a low fever. The inflammation and infection in his body could be serious or minor. His ankle wound was basically sealed and no longer bleeding, but the risk of infection could not be ruled out. So everyone was prepared and sent Zhao Qingxun to the hospital overnight.
In the car, Zhao Qingxun was still holding hands with Feng Ling and could respond to her questions. But when he entered the hospital, he was already unconscious.
The doctor diagnosed it as a lung infection. The ankle wound was caused by a coagulation problem and was not actually serious. The swelling was not caused by the wound but by kidney inflammation.
Faced with so many unexpected problems, Feng Ling was confused. She didn't even feel the tears coming out, but she was just scared that Zhao Qingxun would leave her.
"Mom, my brother is seriously ill." Feng Ling called Zhao Lanyin by the window in the corridor outside the ward, feeling aggrieved. She really needed comfort.
Knowing Zhao Qingxun's condition, and having long been mentally prepared for her son's declining health over the years, Zhao Lanyin had already made plans to go to Switzerland to accompany her son. "Baby, you've done well. Xiaoxun has received so much love and happiness because of you. Baby, Mommy thanks you and Mommy loves you."
When Zhao Lanyin arrived at the hospital, Zhao Qingxun was on an assisted intubation ventilator because he had undergone tracheotomy and had a high spinal cord injury. He was actually breathing consciously, but the breathing was too weak, so he was connected to the ventilator to prevent accidents.
She touched Zhao Qingxun's hand and said a few words to him. Zhao Qingxun did not respond to his mother's words. Zhao Lanyin could only hold Feng Ling and comfort him for a while. "Baby, go home and rest. I'll be watching him here. He will be fine soon. Don't be afraid."
After so many days, Zhao Qingxun's ankle was basically healed. At the company, Jian Ying was concerned about Zhao Qingxun's condition while presiding over all the work. However, the big boss was sick and the only big star was not in the country at all. It was difficult for Jian Ying to cook without rice, and he had a hard time working.
Seeing Zhao Qingxun getting thinner, the man with long limbs has become so thin that the flesh can no longer hold on and the shape of bones can be seen. The private parts and buttocks have lost their healthy luster due to years of pressure, and the skin has become dark and wrinkled, making him look like an old man in his twilight years. How can he still look young and handsome?
"Don't cry. If you cry, I'll feel bad." Zhao Qingxun finally no longer needed the scary ventilator. He woke up and tried to hook Feng Ling's small hand with his fingers. He spoke to her intermittently, saying a few words and then breathing for a few minutes. Feng Ling felt bad for him, but she didn't dare to cry beside the bed.
"Axun, they asked me to make the game. How dare they ask me to do it since I'm so stupid?" She found some light-hearted topics to chat with him, hoping that he would feel more relaxed and happy.
"My baby, the best." Although his cheeks and eyes were a little sunken, Zhao Qingxun's faint smile still made Feng Ling's heart beat fast.
"The nurse will give you a massage in a while. I'll stay here with you. Please tell me if you feel uncomfortable." She didn't dare to move him. It was far from enough to rely on the nurse to help massage her hands and feet every day. Now that she woke up, she could try to move her paralyzed legs and feet in a large range, but it would most likely be very painful due to joint contracture and adhesion. Feng Ling was a little worried.
"Wait, I have something to tell you." Shaking his head slightly, Zhao Qingxun felt like he was going to vomit if he coughed. He reached out and stopped Feng Ling.
"Baby, mom is here. Let her stay with me. You go back to Beijing and see Jian Ying. Don't forget your work. Go back and change your mood." The words were fragmented, but Feng Ling understood. Zhao Qingxun asked her to leave and relax for a while. Remember to check the company and maintain your career.
"What should I do if you say that?" If Feng Ling was just concerned about her mood, she would have refused directly and continued to stay in the hospital, but he asked her to go and see this and that, how could she refuse?
Zhao Lanyin also joined in. She also said that Zhao Qingxun needed systematic treatment this time. He could not leave the hospital and professional care. Feng Ling did not need to stay in the hospital every day. She should leave for a while to get back to her own life.
As free and easy as Zhao Lanyin is, she understands that young lovers need a sense of mystery and novelty. She will eventually get bored of watching over a patient every day. Both mother and son encourage her to go back to work, and Fengling has no choice but to agree to leave.
Before leaving Switzerland, Feng Ling asked for Zhao Qingxun's physical data, not only his weight, but even his blood coagulation function data.
The young couple kissed and hugged each other, reluctant to part. Feng Ling held back her tears, holding her frail boyfriend in her arms and constantly reminding him, "Eat well, listen to your mother, exercise every day, and contact me every day. Even if I'm not online, you are not allowed to be lazy and must leave me a message."
The more she talked, the more unreasonable she became. Fortunately, Zhao Qingxun accepted her words. He stroked her long hair with his fingers, then stroked her little face, and promised her with infinite tenderness, "Okay, you will gain weight, and you will get better and better. Leave a message every day."
Feng Ling said, "I have all your data. You must work hard and get better." Zhao Qingxun, despite his frail body, still couldn't hide his natural beauty. He asked the nurse to change his clothes and comb his hair. Even if he could only sit by the bed for a while, he wanted to give his girlfriend the best state when they were apart.
Businessmen value profit over separation. After Jian Ying got Feng Ling's confirmed flight information, she immediately arranged work for her. The entire company was in motion because of Feng Ling's return. As soon as she got off the plane, Feng Ling was surrounded by assistants and agents, and transformed into a dazzling star.
At the brand's ribbon-cutting ceremony, Feng Ling appeared slightly thinner, but otherwise in excellent shape. After her makeup was done, she emerged as a mature, graceful, and elegant beauty. Although not yet 25, Feng Ling's face still retains the youthful tenderness of youth, while her eyes hold a cold, weathered expression. This contradictory charm is truly captivating.
Feng Ling sat quietly in the hotel. She couldn't go home because she had work to do the next morning. She didn't complain, after all, she had rested for so long.
Going home is not important. Jian Ying takes good care of Feng Ling. Bodyguards and assistants are always with her, not wanting her to feel lonely.
Feng Ling missed her boyfriend who was far away in Switzerland. For the first time ever, she logged into her account and started a live broadcast to see how many fans she had.
The aloof celebrity suddenly started a live broadcast. The screen was full of gifts, and Feng Ling couldn't see anything. She quickly called her assistant to turn off the gift-sending function. Seeing the assistant's expression, there was no need to ask any more questions. There was really no beauty effect at all. Feng Ling was too willful.
"Thank you." "I really want to retire." "Just kidding, I won't retire." "Seeing you makes me happy..." "I want to get married."
Many people who have experienced this speculate that Feng Ling suddenly appeared on the live broadcast to chat with fans and said a lot of things that she would never say, but she said it anyway, which must be because she had a quarrel with her boyfriend and was in a bad mood. The trending searches also said that Feng Ling will be 25 soon, not young anymore, so it is normal for her to fall in love.
It turned out that when she accepted the award last time, she thanked her lover, but no one knew who Feng Ling’s boyfriend was, and some even thought she was making it up.
No one ever said that the disabled man who was rumored to be with Feng Ling was her boyfriend, because they thought it was impossible.
But after Fengling resumed business this time, and she behaved abnormally, someone immediately dug out a photo of her last public appearance. She had a beautiful face with long straight black hair without any decoration, so the sudden and shiny hair accessories she added temporarily were very eye-catching.
That's not a hair accessory, it's a priceless antique cufflink.
A female star deliberately wears a cufflink on her head, which must have a special meaning. Is it a sign of love?
Someone who knew the cufflinks had already revealed the answer. Because the cufflinks were antiques, their owner was found to be the famous director Zhao Lanyin. However, there was still no clue about Feng Ling's boyfriend.
In just a few days, new beautiful photos, old gossip, and news about Feng Ling dominated the screen, but the company remained silent and did not respond.
The cuffs that had not been worn for a long time caused trouble. Zhao Qingxun, who was lying in the hospital for treatment in Switzerland, knew everything about the wind chimes. That night, Zhao Qingxun did not sleep all night.
"Xiaoxun, do you have a headache? Let me rub your head for you?" The nurse changed shifts every two hours. She found that Zhao Qingxun had not slept yet and was dozing with his eyes closed, so she kindly wanted to help him rub his head.
"It's okay, no need."
Lunchtime slowly approached. Zhao Qingxun had managed to get some sleep all morning, but he still felt listless and listless. Although he hadn't done much, the night was already tough enough for his frail body. Fortunately, Feng Ling called soon after.
"Baby, I didn't see your live broadcast." Zhao Qingxun spoke first. He was full of apologies. He put the earphones on his left ear, cleared his throat, and tried to speak loudly.
"You should rest immediately at that time. I know you never check your phone." Feng Ling knew that he was not there during the live broadcast. Zhao Qingxun was in poor health and low spirits. Even if he checked his phone, there was a strict time limit every day. Some of the daily routines of ordinary people would consume most of his physical strength and energy every day.
"sorry."
"It's okay if you didn't see it. No need to apologize."
He coughed lightly and took back the initiative to speak, "You said you wanted to get married... I'm sorry."
Both of them were silent. What Feng Ling said that night was known to the whole world, including Zhao Qingxun, and Feng Ling herself had not forgotten it.
As the sound of her breathing gradually became heavier, Zhao Qingxun controlled his body and said to her calmly, "Baby, I'm hurting you by marrying you."
"It's okay, it's okay, I just said it casually."
"Baby, I'm sorry." No matter what disease he had, no matter how uncomfortable he felt, Zhao Qingxun never thought about dying again. He wanted to be with Feng Ling, forever.
After revealing his feelings this time, Zhao Qingxun hardened his heart and said it. After hanging up the phone, his body began to twitch. He had an attack. Although Feng Ling did not get the expected promise, she still cared for him every day and never neglected Zhao Qingxun.
As a shareholder and foundation president, Feng Ling managed her daily duties while maintaining her professional ethics as an actress, completing several long-signed commercial shoots. With a small portfolio and few events, she still gave off a mysterious and aloof vibe. Privately, Feng Ling was incredibly busy, anxious to finish most of her work and, once it was done, fly back to Switzerland to be with her boyfriend.
Fortunately, the news from Zhao Qingxun was also good. He was gradually recovering, and he actively cooperated with the treatment. He has been discharged from the hospital and returned home.
When the wind chime flew back, the two people in love had more tacit understanding. They walked through another stage of life hand in hand and entered the next one.
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