Chapter 43 Chapter 43 End
The nurse carried Zhao Qingxun to take a bath. He was too tired to take a bathtub, so the nurse gave him a quick shower and carried him out. Seeing Feng Ling was waiting, the nurse prepared clothes and went out.
Only the ends of her hair were slightly wet. Feng Ling took a towel and prepared to help Zhao Qingxun wipe it again. She walked to the bed with a smile, "Now you're in my hands. Be good, or you'll be spanked if you don't obey."
She felt so comfortable sinking into the soft pillow that she almost fell asleep. Seeing how much she loved to act, Zhao Qingxun wanted to cooperate with her and played along with her in a low voice, "Good sister, thank you for loving me."
"Cute, cute..." Feng Ling has a clever mouth but extremely gentle hands. She carefully holds Zhao Qingxun's neck and gently rubs his hair with her other hand.
"Ahem...baby..." Zhao Qingxun began to feel unable to open his eyes. He was so comfortable that he almost fell asleep, but he subconsciously raised his hand to hug Feng Ling. Feng Ling was half lying on the bed, rubbing the ends of his hair, and putting herself under his arms, while admiring Zhao Qingxun's face like a fangirl.
"Hey? This, when was it replaced?" She touched his right ear. The new hearing aid was white and a few millimeters wider. It was obvious that it was different.
"We also have their company in Beijing, and they have been helping me adjust the hearing aid. This is the latest result, and the effect is much better." He nodded and slowly explained about the hearing aid. In fact, the process was very long. He had been adjusting it since he was in Switzerland, and it was only these two days that he was relatively satisfied with the new hearing aid.
"Oh, it's my fault. How come I missed all the important things that happened to Axun?"
Listening to her strange tone, Zhao Qingxun knew that she didn't really care about him, but was just trying to remind him to report everything. He decided to fight back, "Ha, someone poked a dozen holes in the condom, and Beibei was already in the belly, but she still pretended to know nothing. How much did Beibei's father miss?"
"Beibei's father didn't miss a thing. He was always there." Feng Ling touched his ear and saw that there was no mark, so she felt relieved. Zhao Qingxun didn't like wearing hearing aids, after all, he could still hear, but the doctor advised him to wear them, otherwise it would affect the hearing of the other ear sooner or later.
Feng Ling has been Zhao Qingxun's sister since she was fourteen years old. More than ten years have passed. Feng Ling sensitively realized that Zhao Qingxun has changed. He used to refuse to see all outsiders, not even her, his sister. Zhao Qingxun, who used to hate his disabled body, has gradually changed. He began to no longer avoid his inconveniences, nor was he so resistant to going out. He was able to communicate more and more with people other than his lover, and he was able to face his disability.
The young couple was as sweet as their first love, but Zhao Lanyin couldn't sit still. She waited until Feng Ling finished work, held her hand tightly in the nanny car, and asked, "Baby, do you really not want a wedding?"
"Mom, I don't want a wedding. It's too troublesome. But I kind of want to get married." Facing her life mentor, Feng Ling really told the truth.
"Xiaoxun doesn't want to marry you? Does he dare?" As a mother, Zhao Lanyin knows her son too well. Fengling is Zhao Qingxun's life.
"He said he won't live long and doesn't want me to be a widow." Lying next to Zhao Lanyin's ear, Feng Ling gritted her teeth and complained to Zhao Qingxun.
After hearing this, Feng Ling's mother's feelings were different. Zhao Qingxun was seriously injured and paralyzed for life. He had attempted suicide many times, but failed because of his poor health and inability to decide whether to die. Zhao Lanyin hugged Feng Ling and coaxed her with a somewhat vicissitudes of life in her voice, "Good baby, wait for him until he figured it out."
"Mom, don't worry, I know he loves me very much. I won't be angry, nor will I bully him, don't worry." A man, his money, his love have all been given to you. Feng Ling knows better than anything else that she is the one Zhao Qingxun loves the most. Whether they get married or not, she already has what she wants, and her life is complete.
After expressing his love declaration to protect his lover, Zhao Qingxun never appeared again. No matter how his former friends, colleagues, or fans called out to him, he remained silent.
Seeing Zhao Qingxun living his life as usual, Feng Ling didn't even ask him, because she could see that Zhao Qingxun had no further plans. Paralyzed and unable to take care of himself, Zhao Qingxun's life was already full, so how could he possibly pursue an acting career that he had already announced his retirement?
The mysterious former top star has been speculated and suspected for many years and may have passed away. People who care about him, like him, and were once familiar with him are very eager to know the news about Zhao Qingxun.
"Axun, someone came to ask me, saying that what happened between you and me was fake. How should I answer?" Feng Ling liked to share everything with Zhao Qingxun. Zhao Qingxun knew without asking that the person who dared to say this to Feng Ling must be at least a second-tier star, otherwise there would be no way to get in touch with her.
So, Zhao Qingxun smiled and said nothing. "Even though we both spoke in person, there are still people who don't believe us. Baby, you know, there are always people who say whatever they want. We just need to do our best."
This matter perfectly fits Feng Ling's personality of not liking to explain. If someone asks her again, she will nod and say that she is not single and has a boyfriend, and she will not explain anything else.
Sometimes it takes a whole day just to try out makeup. Work is really not easy. Holidays like New Year and Spring Festival seem to pass by especially quickly.
"Tonight, Mom, Jian Ying, and a large group of people from the company are getting together for dinner. I'll be back late, so don't wait for me. Go to bed early." The company was busy after the Spring Festival and finally had time to rest for a few days. Jian Ying planned to take everyone together, and Feng Ling also wanted to thank the staff around her.
"Tell them that I'll be waiting for you at home and won't be back too late." Zhao Qingxun said it easily and naturally.
"Axun, this is too much. If they insist on going home with me, I won't care." Feng Ling put her nose against Zhao Qingxun's and made a gesture to scare him.
It felt so good to not have to hide from each other and openly reveal their relationship. They had family, familiar friends, and common topics. Zhao Qingxun smiled. Feng Ling would never mention Zhao Qingxun at work. She protected him, cared for him, and accompanied him, but she was not cautious. She treated him as an ordinary lover, laughing and scolding, joking and serious at the same time.
It was a rare opportunity to take a break and do team building with the staff around her. Feng Ling was in the same good mood as everyone else. When they were about to set off, their peace was broken by a call from Butler Song.
"Baby, Xiaoxun, he fell ill and was admitted to the hospital, you..." The cautious and weak voice of Butler Song in the headset made Feng Ling's heart tighten. She was sure that Zhao Qingxun must be in trouble, otherwise the old butler would not have called in a hurry, and hesitated and did not dare to speak loudly for fear of being heard by others.
"What happened? Is it serious? I'll be there right away." After confirming that the hospital was the private hospital that Zhao Qingxun often went to, Feng Ling asked her bodyguard to drive her and rushed to the hospital.
The early spring wind in Beijing seemed particularly cold today. Feng Ling's mood was even colder than the wind. With a gloomy face, she kept asking about Zhao Qingxun's condition. She felt sad and had doubts in her heart. He had been doing so well in the rehabilitation classes during this period, so he should be in better health. How could his condition be so serious?
The more she thought about Feng Ling, the sadder she felt. The night before, he was still hugging her with a smile on his face. The two of them had such a tacit understanding and were so happy. Zhao Qingxun's arms were also obviously much stronger. He was really in much better physical and mental state than before. As her lover, Feng Ling had the most say.
She was too familiar with this hospital. After getting off the car, Feng Ling jogged in the hospital corridor despite being in high heels. She was too worried. The doctor said that Zhao Qingxun fell into a coma after a severe convulsion. It was because Butler Song felt that Zhao Qingxun was seriously ill that he sent him to the hospital.
"Why can't you wake up, Axun?" Feng Ling turned her head to ask the doctor. She immediately turned around and gently called Zhao Qingxun. His pale face was too quiet. Feng Ling touched him with heartache and wanted to pick him up and wake him up.
"Because he was so weak and had a severe cramp, all his joints and muscles were extremely painful, and he was very tired. Also, I looked at his blood test results and suspected there was a problem. Further detailed examinations are needed to rule out the risk of blood disease."
Did the wind outside the window blow into the ward? Feng Ling understood every word the doctor said, but what did it mean when they were put together? Feng Ling had no idea what it meant.
Being paralyzed already made life difficult for Zhao Qingxun. He couldn't imagine how much of a blow it would be if he actually had a blood disease. Could he endure the pain of treatment?
Zhao Qingxun was awakened by Feng Ling's crying, and his girl started crying again. Zhao Qingxun didn't know what was going on until she woke up.
"Baby? Don't cry..." It took a lot of effort to speak, and his body felt like it was floating in the clouds. What Zhao Qingxun was most concerned about was still why his baby was crying?
"The doctor said you are malnourished and have severe anemia. He said we didn't take good care of you. I'm sorry, Axun." The moment for the actress to show her acting skills had come. Feng Ling wiped her tears, pouted her lips and acted coquettishly with Zhao Qingxun. She was crying, but she absolutely didn't want him to know why.
"How could this happen?" Zhao Qingxun closed his eyes and raised his hand to see an IV on the back of his hand. He thought about it carefully and remembered that he came to the hospital because he was ill.
Jian Ying was not in the mood to eat, and also came to the hospital to visit. Under the watchful eyes of her lover and friends, Zhao Qingxun's dry arm was forcibly drawn with several tubes of blood, almost to the point where no more blood could be drawn.
His right hand had no function and was severely atrophied. Zhao Qingxun's wrist had been bent inward for a long time and was a little crooked. Feng Ling rubbed the back of his hand and wrist for him, but he didn't dare to use force. He hooked his arm and resisted, "Don't rub it anymore. It won't become soft even if you rub it all day."
"Don't look down on me." Feng Ling was unhappy as she grabbed his arm which seemed to be only bones with her little hand. "You need to eat more today and make up for it." She held back her tears and did not forget to persuade Zhao Qingxun to eat.
Zhao Qingxun was kept in the dark, and he would have to undergo a bone marrow puncture to further confirm his condition.
The next day, the blood test results came out, and it turned out that there was nothing wrong, just anemia. Zhao Qingxun had been anemic since childhood, and his body functions became worse after paralysis. This was also one of the reasons why he became thinner and thinner, and no matter how he recuperated, he could not gain any weight.
The doctor came over with a smile and said that everything was fine. Zhao Qingxun was a little confused, while Feng Ling laughed and said, "Well, I sat there all night for nothing."
Looking at the doctor, then at Feng Ling, and then glancing at the nurse at the foot of the bed, the clever Zhao Qingxun realized for the first time that he had been deceived by them for several days. With his right hand fingers tightly clasped in his palm, Zhao Qingxun was a little unhappy, "You, last night? You didn't sleep all night? Because you were worried that I had leukemia..."
The doctor could sense the strange atmosphere and quickly started a new topic from a professional perspective, "Mr. Zhao eats too little. There's something seriously wrong with your family. Are you not feeding him enough?"
"Hmm?" Feng Ling looked at the doctor and then at the nurse. She knew that she was not to blame the nurse, but she always had to criticize someone to ease the embarrassment.
"Also, for a family like yours, it shouldn't be a big deal to eat something like bird's nest. Or, if the wife eats durian, the husband could have some too. It's more effective than taking medication to raise blood sugar and blood sugar." Regardless, the doctor offered his advice. "Exercise is good, I've heard what the husband said. But with all that exercise and no increased food intake or proper nutrition, it's truly a family problem and needs to be addressed immediately."
"He, he doesn't know hunger. He eats at regular times and fixed amounts, ah, and exercises. I didn't prepare any extra supplements for him." The more Feng Ling talked about it, the more headache she felt. So Zhao Qingxun had fallen ill and fainted from low blood sugar because he was hungry? It seemed that he really needed to be well nourished. The bird's nest at home was all given to Feng Ling, and no one gave it to Zhao Qingxun. He rarely ate sweets or supplements. Who was to blame for this?
"I'll have someone stew bird's nest and ginseng for him right away. No one in our family eats durian, but we'll definitely eat some in the future. Thank you, doctor." Feng Ling only eats low-sugar fruits and has never thought of feeding Zhao Qingxun durian. Thinking of how Zhao Qingxun would look when he was fed durian, Feng Ling couldn't help laughing.
After a false alarm of illness, Zhao Qingxun's life and body finally entered a stage of healthy development. Feng Ling took better care of him. She didn't eat herself, but fed him in different ways. Although Zhao Qingxun didn't look fatter, his overall condition was indeed getting better and better.
Feng Ling would arrange three months of filming in a year. She had excellent professional skills, was extremely demanding of herself from the inside out, and took good care of herself. When she was busy, Zhao Qingxun took very good care of Beibei, and even began to teach Beibei to appreciate famous paintings to cultivate her sentiments.
Whether in Beijing, Switzerland, or on vacation as a family of three to other countries, Feng Ling always put Zhao Qingxun first, considering his daily convenience, caring for his health, and protecting him from exposure. She was willing to live a secluded life for him, regardless of what others said, she would continue to play with him, accompany him to see the scenery, appreciate photography works, play in the water, play sports with him, and never tire of trying new things, living a carefree and comfortable life.
No matter how many rehabilitation courses Zhao Qingxun took, he couldn't recover due to his severe disability. He still fell ill occasionally, and his poor health wasn't likely to improve. After all, he was getting older. Feng Ling had a stable mindset regarding Zhao Qingxun's health. When they were together, she would throw herself into his arms and tell him, "Xun, take care of yourself. Stay with us forever." They would hold hands tightly, always in tacit understanding and intimacy.
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