Chapter 38 Chapter 38
After more than ten years of getting along, Zhao Qingxun, who always had a cold face, had never shown an expression to Feng Ling. But this time, Feng Ling came out of the bathroom after washing up and said she did not want to go to the hospital. Zhao Qingxun stood in the wheelchair at the bathroom door, motionless. He raised his chin and looked at her, frowning and looking sad. Feng Ling was so scared that she did not dare to leave and had to agree to go to the hospital.
On the way to the hospital, the two of them were hungry. Feng Ling observed that Zhao Qingxun was not very nervous and tense, so she whispered to him in a flattering tone, "Xun, I'm fine, don't worry."
"Well, at least she's had laryngoscopy, gastroscopy and colonoscopy before she can say anything." Nodding, Zhao Qingxun tried to turn his neck and look at her sideways. Of course, he hoped that Feng Ling was okay, but he hoped even more that his guess in his heart was wrong.
When Feng Ling heard that she had to make this mirror and that mirror, she stuck out her tongue in fear.
When she arrived at the hospital, she explained her condition directly to the internist Zhao Qingxun was familiar with. The doctor immediately said congratulations with a smile and ordered relevant tests.
Time seemed to have passed a very long time. Zhao Qingxun, wearing thin-framed myopic glasses and a mask, sat in a wheelchair waiting for the test results. He lowered the backrest of the wheelchair a little, but he was still worried about his girlfriend who was resting on the bed and playing with her mobile phone. He checked on her from time to time. Seeing Feng Ling's long hair like seaweed and flexible limbs, Zhao Qingxun prayed in his heart, hoping that the usually healthy little girl would be fine this time.
Playing with the phone was just a cover-up. Feng Ling felt a little nervous, not knowing what the situation would be like when the results came out.
The results came out soon, and they were exactly the same as the wind chime and the "guess".
The doctor, still smiling, brought out the test results. Zhao Qingxun was confused. What kind of disease could make the doctor smile so happily?
"Should Mr. Zhao step aside?" The doctor first asked Feng Ling for her opinion, because Zhao Qingxun looked nervous and had no intention of driving the wheelchair out.
Feng Ling shook her head, feeling very nervous.
"I am her closest person, please go ahead." Although Zhao Qingxun appeared calm on the surface, his patience was actually running out.
"Miss, you are eight weeks pregnant. Now is the early stage of pregnancy. Please get plenty of rest and avoid eating irritating foods. You must consult a doctor before taking medication. Also, do not do strenuous exercise. If necessary, I will recommend you a very good obstetrician and gynecologist who lives upstairs in my building." The doctor expressed cautious concern and advice, and also recommended the information of a doctor in the same hospital to them.
"Axun, we are going to be parents soon." It was intentional and she had been looking forward to it for a long time. Feng Ling probably knew that she was pregnant when her period didn't come. Now that she had waited for the authoritative confirmation, she looked at Zhao Qingxun with a sweet smile.
Zhao Qingxun stood there like a robot. He tried hard to smile, stretched out his left hand to hold Feng Ling's hand, and thanked the doctor. Everything seemed to be the same as before.
When he returned home, Feng Ling was carried to her electric wheelchair. Watching her take off her coat and walk towards the kitchen, he knew the little girl was hungry.
The words that were on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back by Zhao Qingxun. He drove the wheelchair to the dining table and had lunch with Feng Ling.
During the meal, Feng Ling didn't serve Zhao Qingxun any food or feed him, but he ate as usual. Zhao Qingxun sat stiffly and ate less than usual, which was normal. Butler Song had asked Feng Ling about the results of the examination at the hospital, and the answer was that she was not sick and was fine, but the old man still sensitively noticed that there was something a little wrong with the young couple.
"Axun, go and have a rest. You've been busy with me for half a day." It was obvious that he had something to say. Feng Ling was already unhappy.
"Need not."
"Then let's go to the study and talk." After saying this, Feng Ling stood up from the dining table and went straight to the study where Zhao Qingxun usually worked.
The study was very soundproofed, so Feng Ling walked straight in and sat down on the sofa.
"Axun, are you angry?" Zhao Qingxun didn't know whether she was angry or not, but she was really unhappy.
There was a slight sound of the motor working when the wheelchair was driven. Zhao Qingxun parked the wheelchair next to the sofa and saw that Feng Ling looked unhappy.
"No, but, baby, don't be angry with your body right now."
"What do you mean by not letting me tell Uncle Song and the others?" She was indeed unhappy and did not try to hide her emotions.
"This is a very important and big matter. I want to be more cautious." Seeing that Feng Ling's temper was getting worse and worse, Zhao Qingxun couldn't keep up with her pace. After all, it was already difficult for him to speak loudly, and he couldn't do it at all if he spoke too fast.
"Don't you want this child?"
Feng Ling regretted asking this question, because Zhao Qingxun looked at her blankly, neither shaking his head nor nodding. He was thinking.
Zhao Qingxun didn't want to make his pregnant lover angry. This was not his intention. He cleared his throat, his face solemn, and tried to express his thoughts as quickly as possible, "Baby, you are pregnant. Don't get excited, don't get angry, it's not good for your health. I am in poor health, you know, I... I am afraid..."
"What are you afraid of?" Feng Ling insisted that he say that in person.
Being a pure Chinese at heart, Zhao Qingxun was somewhat reluctant to say anything bad in front of his lover. However, Feng Ling was being aggressive, and he himself was emotionally unstable. He loosened his lip and spoke out, "I've been injured for over ten years. I have many health problems and have been taking medicine all year round. I'm afraid there will be problems with having children. So, with my health, is it best not to have children?"
Although being in love was sweet, even when they were deeply in love, Zhao Qingxun never mentioned wanting to get married, let alone the desire for a child. Feng Ling felt so sad when she heard him say that. The grievance in her heart reached its peak at this moment. She stood up regardless and said harshly to Zhao Qingxun, "But I have no problem. I must have my child. If you don't like it, forget it. Just treat it as none of your business."
Feng Ling slammed the study door and left. Even the most clueless worker in the house could see that the young couple had a quarrel.
The second time they quarreled, Feng Ling left him and walked away again, leaving Zhao Qingxun stunned. When he was healthy, all the girls tried their best to get to know him. After he was injured and paralyzed, he had never paid attention to any other woman except Feng Ling. Now, Feng Ling got angry with him and turned away. No one could understand the inferiority and loss in Zhao Qingxun's heart.
"Xiaoxun, you two can just quarrel, but why does the baby leave as soon as you quarrel? Go and see and stop her." A few minutes later, Butler Song ran into the study without knocking on the door and came to Zhao Qingxun, looking very anxious.
Not getting a response, Butler Song looked closely at Zhao Qingxun. He had his left hand pressed on his right arm, which was bent to his chest, but he couldn't stop his inward-turned right hand from twitching violently. His arm had contracted and hooked to his chest, and his crooked neck was trying hard to break free from the restraints, but it was of no use to stop the convulsions.
"You..." Zhao Qingxun's legs were also shaking, but they were well fixed in the wheelchair, and he couldn't spread his legs out and twitch freely. Butler Song was so scared that he hugged his legs to prevent his paralyzed legs from being injured. He thought quickly in his mind whether to call for help first or lower the backrest first?
"Let her go." Zhao Qingxun shook his head and felt uncomfortable pain in his neck. The strength to straighten his neck was also taken away by the convulsions.
"Are you going to let her go back alone?" Butler Song was concerned about Zhao Qingxun, but he also had the responsibility to report Feng Ling's situation to the young master.
"What? What happened to her?"
"Baby, she found her passport and ID, and she's still packing her belongings. Doesn't that mean she's flying back to Beijing?"
Hearing what Butler Song said, Zhao Qingxun became anxious, but the more anxious he became, the weaker he felt. His thin neck was tilted in the headrest of the wheelchair, and his usually soft and weak body had been completely awakened by the stimulation and began to twitch wildly.
No one at home dared to stop Feng Ling. She took her ID, put on her clothes, scarf and other belongings, and walked out of the house with a Birkin.
Butler Song was terrified and sent two bodyguards to follow Feng Ling and drive her. He and the nurse took care of Zhao Qingxun at home. He really had no peace of mind.
The two bodyguards repeatedly expressed their loyalty and said they were only there to protect her and would never interfere with her actions. Feng Ling believed them, got in the car and took the orders to the airport.
There is no airport in Bern. The Zurich airport that arrived more than an hour later did not give the big star face. After arriving, Feng Ling realized that she could check flights on her mobile phone. The fastest flight to Beijing was not available until 12 hours later and took off in the middle of the night.
In desperation, Feng Ling bought a flight 20 hours later and took off the next morning.
"You guys go back, I can wait alone."
Seeing Feng Ling planning to kill time at the airport, the two bodyguards exchanged glances, and one of them said, "Miss Feng Ling, look, that hotel is very close to the airport. We can take you there and book a room for you. Tomorrow morning, we'll call you two hours in advance to pick you up at the airport. Is that okay with you?"
It was indeed inconvenient and unsafe to let Feng Ling hide and dodge around the airport. After thinking about it, she agreed to the bodyguard's suggestion.
After settling Feng Ling, the two bodyguards rushed home to report to Butler Song and Zhao Qingxun. After the onset of the disease, Zhao Qingxun had difficulty opening his eyes while lying in bed. Butler Song was comforted by hearing this. After all, Feng Ling didn't fly away immediately, which meant that there was still room for improvement between them.
Zhao Qingxun felt pain as his body twitched wildly, but he also realized one thing: no one, including Feng Ling, his closest friend, could possibly understand his pain; and he didn't really think about Feng Ling. She was 25 years old and was willing to have his child, of course because she loved him, but he didn't even say a nice word to her. It was really damnable.
After feeling around for a while, he finally found the bell that hadn't been used for a long time, and Zhao Qingxun called the nurse.
"I want to go, go out, go to the hotel where Bao Bao is." He wants to get his lover back and can't lie down anymore.
The nurse had difficulty hearing Zhao Qingxun speak. He was too weak to go out in a wheelchair at this time, so he could only hold him in his arms.
"Take it a little longer, you now..." The nurse knew Zhao Qingxun's strong and face-conscious personality, so he didn't dare to say that he was too weak. He had to stop talking and let Zhao Qingxun understand.
"Help me get my cell phone."
Zhao Qingxun's body was as soft as noodles. Even his neck was limp after he became ill. Fortunately, the nurse had a way to help him. She adjusted the bed frame, fixed the phone in front of Zhao Qingxun, and then propped up his left arm with a pillow, so that his left hand could operate the phone effortlessly. It was really clever.
"Baby, I was wrong. You were pregnant, and I didn't take good care of you or thank you. I was even mean to you. I was wrong. I lost my mind. I deserve to die."
Seeing that this message could be sent, which meant that he had not been blocked by Feng Ling, Zhao Qingxun perked up and continued to say some words of apology.
"I want to make dumplings. Hurry up and prepare them. Make dumplings for the baby." He must be crazy. He hasn't eaten properly all day, and now he wants to make dumplings.
"If it's not your bag, I'll do it myself."
It was already late, and the kitchen lady had no choice but to quickly prepare several fillings that Feng Ling liked, and then moved the small table to Zhao Qingxun's bedroom, preparing to make dumplings for him in the outer living room. But Zhao Qingxun didn't mean to eat them; he wanted to apologize to his girlfriend with practical actions.
The nurse couldn't persuade the person on the bed, so he picked up Zhao Qingxun, changed his home clothes, put on his underwear and sweater. Zhao Qingxun still couldn't sit still, so he could only lean on the nurse's arms, leaning his body and reaching out his hand. It was not enough to just watch, he wanted to wrap it himself.
Feng Ling not only saw that he had typed so many words of apology, but also received a message from Uncle Song. Zhao Qingxun leaned in the nurse's arms, one hand on the small table, half of his arm was covered with flour, and he was using all his strength to make dumplings.
The upper body was fine, as he wore plenty of loose clothes. Zhao Qingxun only wore a pair of pajamas on his lower body. The thin fabric outlined his thin and limp lower body, revealing his slender and deformed legs. From the photo, it could be seen that Zhao Qingxun's lower body was only slightly wide, and his crooked hips made his waist bent, as if he had no life and was being dragged behind him.
Feng Ling suddenly felt distressed. She regretted running out. Zhao Qingxun was paralyzed and couldn't walk. She just lifted her legs and walked again and again, bullying him because he couldn't walk and couldn't catch up with her. Wasn't this obviously using his disability to attack him?
"Why are you staying at home so late at night instead of taking a good rest?"
"I made you angry, how can you still lie down and rest? Baby, come back and try my cooking."
"Okay, you ask them to pick me up, and you cook dumplings at home and wait for me." Feng Ling really backed down and gave Zhao Qingxun enough face.
Zhao Qingxun really struggled to sit on the wheelchair, went into the kitchen, picked out a small pot that he could hold, filled it with water, and lit the fire. He personally took the dumplings one by one and started cooking them in the small pot.
When Feng Ling was brought back home, she went straight to the kitchen and saw Zhao Qingxun carefully picking up the dumplings.
"Baby, you're back." Putting down the dumplings, Zhao Qingxun steered the wheelchair towards Feng Ling. He wore a soft waist protector, but his body still couldn't stand straight. He could only sit up with difficulty, and was fixed in the wheelchair by the wheelchair straps.
"What are you doing? Are you really going to cook for yourself?" Feng Ling walked to the wheelchair, squatted down, put her hand on his leg, touched the skinny and bony paralyzed leg, and looked up at Zhao Qingxun.
"Well, I thought I couldn't do it. I was paralyzed and couldn't do anything. But after trying, I found that I could do it. I can do it." The inferior and sensitive man finally humbled himself, admitted his mistake, and used his actions to coax his girlfriend back.
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