Chapter 11 Chapter 11 Memories
Her academic performance was much worse than her peers, and Feng Ling was already one year older than her classmates in the same grade. She knew it well in her heart that she did not become obsessed with the world of fame and fortune after entering it as a teenager and seeing the jewels and stars. She always knew herself objectively.
Fengling remembered what her biological mother told her when she first started school: girls should also study, and should study seriously, and only give up when they can no longer read or understand.
When she was in elementary school, she didn't understand the purpose of studying. But Feng Ling only saw her parents a few times a year, so she was willing to be obedient. At that time, she thought that if she obeyed, she would see her parents more often. Later, her parents had an accident, and because she was still young, she didn't even know about it until much later. She couldn't remember how many years it had been since she saw them again...
Feng Ling cherishes everything: her talented and world-famous adoptive mother, her acting identity that her adoptive mother willingly supports, her luxurious and comfortable top-notch mansion, her gentle, attentive and knowledgeable brother. She knows that she is an intruder, and all the things that make her addicted and comfortable did not originally belong to her.
She studied hard in secret and managed everything about herself from the inside out. She silently paid attention to her brother's physical condition, helped her adoptive mother, and also wanted to get closer to her brother.
Ever since she discovered how Zhao Qingxun was catheterizing, Feng Ling boldly tried it and opened the door to a new world.
When there was no teacher coming to give lessons, Feng Ling would come to Zhao Qingxun with books. After Zhao Qingxun's paralyzed body had gone through the tedious procedures of getting up in the morning, taking medicine, and changing clothes, he was relatively casual most of the time. So when he was reading or using electronic products, he didn't mind Feng Ling being around. On the contrary, Feng Ling had a slender figure, and she was already an attractive sight just sitting on the sofa and reading a book.
The nursing bed was very large, and Zhao Qingxun's thin body was lifted up by the headboard at a large angle, because not only was his cell phone held in front of him by a bracket on the side, but Zhao Qingxun was also operating the computer on the small table in front of him from time to time.
The person who was reading seriously was actually Feng Ling. Zhao Qingxun took his hands off the computer and looked up at her. She was wearing a white knitted top and a gray long skirt. She was leaning on the sofa, revealing a small section of her slender calf, small white socks, and shallow white shoes. Her long hair covered half of her waist, but could not hide her lazy and graceful figure.
Zhao Qingxun likes Feng Ling's lively girlish style, and also likes Feng Ling's gentle ladylike style. Even though he was once very famous and countless girls were crazy about him, Zhao Qingxun never tried to start a relationship. But four years after being paralyzed, the shadow of Feng Ling appeared in his eyes, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that Feng Ling really didn't have to work too hard, and she was a girl who could easily find happiness with her natural beauty.
"Cough, cough..." Zhao Qingxun's light cough attracted Feng Ling's attention. She saw that Zhao Qingxun was sitting a little crooked, with his right palm facing up and his wrist bent into a twisted angle. He had no strength to support his body, let alone move. He was raising his left hand to touch his mobile phone, probably wanting to lower the head of the bed?
"Brother, are you tired?" Feng Ling put down the book and walked quickly to the bed. She was on the right side of Zhao Qingxun. She reached out and held his arm, saving the wrist bone that was about to break.
Zhao Qingxun tapped the screen with his finger and let the head of the bed slowly lower. He was a little restless and his body kept shaking. If Feng Ling didn't come over, he was afraid that he would fall on the bed.
There was a large bouquet of white lilies next to the sofa where she had just sat. Before he could even closely observe her movements, the fragrance of the lilies had already reached him. Zhao Qingxun felt his sluggish body suddenly become sensitive, and his immobile right arm trembled slightly. He could not control it and could only let her hold his powerless body and whisper for help, "Baby, help me, call a nurse."
"Okay." She slowly let go of her hand, and seeing Zhao Qingxun's body pressed against the bed, Feng Ling trotted out to call a nurse.
The nurse came in, and Feng Ling followed in. Not only did she refuse to leave, she also squatted beside the nurse and reached out to fiddle with Zhao Qingxun's urine bag.
Without wearing glasses, Zhao Qingxun lay on the bed, squinting his eyes to look at Feng Ling. The little girl squatted beside the nurse, carefully holding up the urine bag that was filled with light yellow urine, and personally learned how to open and close the catheter gate of the urine bag.
Her fingers are slender, white and tender. She has the best manicurist who comes to her home regularly to do maintenance. The simple nude pink manicure is done on her wind chime-like fingers. Zhao Qingxun feels pleasing to the eye just by looking at it.
But then Zhao Qingxun saw those artistic fingers grasp the urine bag and the catheter connector, open it herself, and then, holding the bag filled with his urine, she turned to go to the bathroom. A moment later, she returned to the bedside. Zhao Qingxun subconsciously frowned. Unable to walk, Zhao Qingxun couldn't get up to grab the urine bag that held his body temperature. He could only lie paralyzed in bed, watching her walk back and forth with this shameful object.
Not knowing what Zhao Qingxun was thinking, Feng Ling squatted by the bed again, holding the catheter connected to his body and carefully connecting the urine bag. This was not over yet. The nurse gestured and whispered to her that there was a valve like this on Zhao Qingxun's thigh to fix the position of the catheter, which had the same function.
"Okay, I understand." Feng Ling took the wet wipes handed to her by the nurse, wiped her fingers casually a few times, stood up and nodded.
The nurse walked out. Zhao Qingxun raised his hand and asked Feng Ling to sit next to him. He gently stroked the back of her hand, shook his head in disapproval and said, "Baby, don't do this."
"Brother, I'm grown up now. I'm your family and I should learn to take care of you."
Zhao Qingxun was powerless to refute this reason, but he still said, "A girl of your age doesn't need to do this."
"Yes, many people don't have brothers, but I do, and he's the best brother in the world." Holding his hand, Feng Ling smiled and talked about her pride.
Before learning how to use the catheter, Feng Ling had already applied for a nursing course using a model to learn how to insert a urinary catheter. She also learned from Butler Song that Zhao Qingxun couldn't defecate on his own, so he needed a catheter, urine bag, diapers, and even suppositories. Although Zhao Qingxun couldn't feel it, if the bloating became severe, he would experience a physical reaction, which could include shivering and sweating.
From then on, Feng Ling had a comprehensive understanding of Zhao Qingxun's delicate body.
The brother and sister were reading in the courtyard. The caregiver held Zhao Qingxun and laid him on the sofa beauty couch, and positioned his legs and right hand. Feng Ling immediately picked up her brother's glasses and put them on him.
Not used to being taken care of by her, Zhao Qingxun subconsciously raised his hand to take it. Feng Ling took the opportunity to grab his fingers and looked down at his handsome face which was always expressionless.
Zhao Qingxun rarely smiled, but even if his lips didn't move, Feng Ling could see a gentle smile in his eyes. She knew that he didn't hate her, and even doted on and liked her.
"It's been an hour. Come, brother, turn around." Feng Ling's Mandarin was taught by Zhao Lanyin, one sentence at a time, in a sweet, playful tone. Zhao Qingxun raised his left hand to cooperate, his lips curling at the same time. He used his left arm to hold onto the bed rails, and with the help of the nursing bed's function, he could switch from lying to side-lying, but that position was very awkward, and he didn't want to do it in front of Feng Ling.
Before Zhao Qingxun could say anything, Feng Ling had already knelt on the couch and bent down to hug Zhao Qingxun.
"Don't."
Zhao Qingxun was so frightened that he couldn't breathe. He raised his hand to push her away, but Feng Ling was one step ahead of him. She picked up half of his body and slowly turned him to the left. After his waist and back were lying on his side, she picked up his long and thin legs behind him, adjusted his posture, propped up his body with a soft pillow, and used a soft cushion to clamp his thin body. After seeing that his body was lying on his side, she brought the urine bag in front of her and completed the standard turning action.
If Feng Ling didn't wear a lumbar support, she wouldn't be able to lift Zhao Qingxun, whose back was weak, but she could still help him turn over.
Zhao Qingxun couldn't feel what Feng Ling did to his legs and feet. He touched his right hand that was hanging softly in front of him. He looked at his body, his eyes full of disbelief, "Baby, you..."
"Praise me quickly and tell me I'm great." In her room, Feng Ling practiced countless times with an oversized doll, just to succeed today.
"Well, I'm impressed." With his whole body in her hands, Zhao Qingxun nodded obediently, but still couldn't help teasing her for being so powerful.
His body cannot move on its own, so he needs to be turned over regularly and his limbs need to be passively moved. Otherwise, his insensitive skin, without the protection of fat, may be broken by a bone and develop bedsores, with consequences that can be serious or minor... Feng Ling remembered Housekeeper Song's words firmly in her heart. She could not personally understand Zhao Qingxun's inconvenience, but she could definitely take care of him carefully and patiently.
Sitting right next to Zhao Qingxun, Feng Ling talked to him while putting her arms around his skinny and drooping waist, and gently rubbing his waist and back with her small hands.
"Baby, what are you doing?" Zhao Qingxun didn't have any intuition about his waist, but his body was shaking slightly, and he knew that Feng Ling was touching him.
"Let me help you move around. You're too thin. You need to eat well." His bones were clearly visible under her fingers, and she could even feel each rib. Feng Ling didn't dare to use too much force for fear of hurting his unconscious body.
After thinking about it, Zhao Qingxun finally didn't say anything like "Stop it, I don't feel anything", but happily agreed, "Okay."
The Chinese medicine prescribed by Dr. Sun was really bitter. After the worker boiled the medicine and brought it over, Zhao Qingxun relied on Feng Ling and the worker to help him sit up. Before he could drink a sip, Feng Ling could already smell the strong bitter taste.
Only after wearing a soft waist protector could Zhao Qingxun sit up independently. He could not hold a bowl of medicine by himself, so the workers helped Zhao Qingxun set up a small table on the couch and put the medicine on the table. Zhao Qingxun took a porcelain spoon and drank it slowly, mouthful by mouthful. Feng Ling saw that he still had an expressionless and indifferent look on his face, as if he didn't know what bitterness was.
The worker was very perceptive and quickly brought mouthwash and juice to help Zhao Qingxun remove the bitter taste of medicine from his mouth.
Zhao Qingxun couldn't sit up straight on the couch. His waist and abdomen were limp and pressed against the cushion. There was no shaped pillow under his feet as he usually did on the bed. His long legs were turned outward, his toes were turned inward, and his instep was turned outward. His posture was not good-looking.
Tired of taking the medicine, Zhao Qingxun looked towards a place in the yard and breathed slowly, slowly adapting to the warm and bitter taste in his stomach. Feng Ling looked at him quietly, his thin chest rising and falling slightly, his paralyzed body with too thin limbs, his legs and feet spread apart weakly, and his lower abdomen protruding. He looked unhealthy, but her eyes were burning, and her heart was all on him.
"Are you cold?" She wasn't cold, but she was worried about his sick body that couldn't regulate his body temperature, and she was worried that he would get cold if he stayed outside for too long.
"In the summer, no." Zhao Qingxun responded to her slowly. He knew that everyone was carefully serving him, including Feng Ling. At such a young age, she already knew how to accommodate his severely disabled body at all times.
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