born of love

After recovering from the last urinary tract infection, Dr. Liu had communicated with Bai Yuan privately. His bladder capacity was less than [-] milliliters. The weakened body is very likely to induce nephritis or even uremia in the next urinary tract infection.

Although the recovery process was painful, Bai Yuan could at least comfort himself and his lover that he was recovering day by day, and gradually improved, so he asked the rehabilitation therapist to stand up and try.

The rehabilitation therapist pondered for a while, then agreed, and assisted Bai Yuan to lie down on the standing bed, and fastened four wide restraint belts on her calves, thighs, waist and abdomen. She held the remote control and said, "Mr. Bai, if you If there is something uncomfortable, you must say it."

How terrible is orthostatic hypotension is? Dr. Liu and Zhang Ningchen have told each other more than once before, and Bai Yuan nodded repeatedly: "I know."

In fact, he didn't expect to be able to return to an upright position in a short while, so when the standing bed was tilted to a [-]-degree angle, he felt that his eyes were dark, and he felt dizzy and nauseated, so he immediately stopped.

Lin Feng kept holding his hand beside him, observing his condition carefully, Bai Yuan finally recovered after more than ten minutes, squeezed his hand to show that he was fine, then turned his head to the rehabilitation teacher and nodded to indicate that he could continue.

75 degrees, [-] degrees, until standing upright, "paralyzed" for a year, Bai Yuan once again "stands" beside Lin Feng.

When Bai Yuan stood up, he was over 1.8 meters tall, and with the fact that the standing bed was still slightly away from the ground, he was taller than Lin Feng at this time, so the low blood pressure was particularly tormenting.

Different from the previous feeling, Bai Yuan was sweating profusely, his hands were cold, and he didn't have the strength to hold his lover's hand anymore.He slid down a little bit, and was stopped by the restraint belt passing through the chest under the armpit. His whole body seemed to be hanging on the restraint belt. The legs under the restraint belt spasmed slightly. Although the bladder reflex was being established, but In order to prevent leakage of urine during rehabilitation, Bai Yuan still wore diapers between his crotch, which made his lower abdomen slightly convex against the tight restraint belt.Although the convulsions caused by hypotension were not serious, they did not stop for a long time, trembling with drooping toes, leaning effortlessly on the footboard of the standing bed, from Lin Feng's point of view, he was very embarrassed.

At this time, where is the time to be sentimental? How long will it be before you look at your lover?Seeing Bai Yuan working so hard, Lin Feng felt as if a blunt knife would cut his flesh, so he repeatedly asked the rehabilitation therapist to put the bed flat and upright.

"You can't let go," the rehabilitation therapist sternly refused, "If you give up now, his previous suffering will be in vain."

Lin Feng didn't want Bai Yuan's hard work to go to waste, and he didn't want him to continue to endure hardships. He was in a dilemma for a while, and just watched his lover "stand" like that, and he gritted his teeth until he was about to shatter.

"Hmm..." Suddenly, Bai Yuan reached for his chest with trembling hands, his eyes turned black for a while, he opened his mouth, but it seemed that he couldn't breathe in the air, he groaned in pain, he almost lost consciousness.

The rehabilitation therapist has been observing Bai Yuan's state, seeing his lips turning purple, knowing that this is the limit, so he slowly lays the bed upright, starts to untie the belt, and takes the portable oxygen bag, ready to give him put on.

"No... use..." Bai Yuan turned his head to avoid it.

He also wanted to exercise his cardiopulmonary level. Seeing that his lip color had recovered, the rehabilitation therapist obediently put the oxygen bag aside and continued to massage his legs.

Breathing gradually stabilized, Bai Yuan felt as if he had stepped into hell and was dragged back, opened his eyes, he saw his lover's anxious expression, curled the corners of his lips, and tried his best to smile brightly: "It's okay..."

Due to previous convulsions and the displacement of the diaper due to the large-scale movement, there are already some marks on Bai Yuan's pants and the urine pad. The rehabilitation therapist looked at the time and it was time to end, so he signaled Lin Feng to take Bai Yuan there Changing clothes in the locker room.

When he came out of the dressing room, he happened to meet Zhang Ningchen and Yu Xiaotong. Lin Feng pushed Bai Yuan to meet them without thinking too much.

Although the two of them are in the same class as Lin Feng and Bai Yuan, they need to study for five years as a medical undergraduate, so they haven't graduated yet. They are in the stage of preparing for graduation defense. Naturally, they are very happy to meet good friends. The four of them went to the coffee shop opposite the hospital. Sitting in the living room for a while, we exchanged our current situation with each other.

For healthy people, life is like a pot of soup simmering slowly, adding some sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty from time to time, but for patients, it is like a dish fried in oil pan, sometimes burnt in high heat and sometimes not strong enough.

And Yu Xiaotong was in such a burnt state right now.

"Are you tired recently?" Bai Yuan asked with concern seeing her complexion.

"It's okay, I started preparing it a long time in advance," Yu Xiaotong smiled shyly, holding a coffee cup to keep warm, but didn't put it in his mouth, "I'm not very tired."

"Xiaotong has been more obedient recently," the waiter handed the hot milk to Zhang Ningchen, and the two changed cups after changing hands. Zhang Ningchen looked at his lover dotingly, "Health is much better, better than you."

At the end of her speech, she still stared at Bai Yuan, meaning: whoever is hospitalized three times a year like you almost regards the hospital as their home.

Lin Feng was naturally unhappy when his lover was murdered. He squeezed Bai Yuan's hand under the table and said, "Xiao Yuan has gotten better recently, and is more obedient than before."

The four of them chatted and laughed, and the afternoon passed. When they parted, Bai Yuan seemed to suddenly remember something: "Ningchen, are you going home for the Spring Festival this year?"

"No." Zhang Ningchen hugged his lover and shook his head, "I have to be on duty in the hospital this year."

If Bai Yuan believed her reasons, he would be a ghost.He shook his head, and after thinking about it, he said: "Call your mother. She has called me several times to ask me about your situation. I think she is a little relieved."

"I really can't go back," Zhang Ningchen's expression didn't change. It's not that she has no feelings for her mother, but that her mother always used this trick to lie to her. Now she has immunity, "Xiaotong still has two I have a minor heart operation this week, and I don't have time to go home."

"Why—" Lin Feng frowned, and was about to ask a question when he was interrupted by Yu Xiaotong.

"—it's okay, it's just a minor operation to dilate the aortic valve," she smiled, "don't worry."

In this kind of matter, the words of the person involved should not be trusted. Lin Feng had a deep understanding from Bai Yuan. At this moment, he turned to look at Zhang Ningchen and saw that she nodded, so he was relieved.

"Don't hold on to anything." Bai Yuan patted Zhang Ningchen's hand with a gentle voice, "I owe me a lot, and you can't afford it anyway, so don't tire yourself out."

The two of them lived and died all day long and talked smoothly, but Lin Feng rubbed his head and blocked his words: "What Xiaoyuan means is that no matter what happens, we both stand by your side."

"Don't worry, the two of us are doing well!" Zhang Ningchen understood the kindness of the two of them in her heart, and she understood it, but it was a bit hypocritical when she said it, so she changed the subject with a smile, "Aren't you two planning to go to New York during the Chinese New Year? How can I disturb your good deeds?"

Lin Feng has also been free from work recently, and it happened that Bai Yuan saw the publicity on the Internet saying that there is a painter in New York who will hold an art exhibition in February next year. That painter was one that Lin Feng liked very much before, and it took Lin Feng a long time to make the decision. .

This time it was finally Bai Yuan's turn to worry about others, but seeing Zhang Ningchen was very persistent and relaxed, he left with Lin Feng.

In the rearview mirror, the figure of Zhang Ningchen hugging his lover gradually became smaller, and Bai Yuan suddenly had an ominous premonition.

The cold winter in Binhai City is unbearable for healthy people, let alone a sick person like Bai Yuan. After winter, his time to go out for activities has been greatly reduced. Except for necessary rehabilitation, he basically does not leave the room, so although the matter of going to New York It was a date set early in the morning, and he still hoped to get on the plane a few days earlier.

But Lin Feng didn't have many vacations, and he was late and early to make up for it. The editor didn't give him a good face under his leave approval, and he was probably thinking of such a newcomer. , I can't help but regret three-point signing him for three years.

It's not that Lin Feng is ignorant of the current opinions on him in the studio, but the greater the opinions, the more he wants to leave early, and the more taciturn and depressed the atmosphere is when he is working.

After finally reaching the end of December, Lin Feng packed up his desk and stepped out of the studio on the last day of the year, feeling relieved.

"Are you back?" Bai Yuan heard the movement in the hallway, controlled the wheelchair and greeted him from the kitchen with a smile on his face.

The physical and mental exhaustion disappeared in an instant, Lin Feng threw down the bag with the digital board in his hand, half-kneeled beside his wheelchair, buried his head in the thin chest, smelled the fragrance of his body, and his mind was settled at once.

"What's the matter today?" Bai Yuan hugged him back hard, giggled, and kissed his head, "You're so big and you're acting like a baby?"

In fact, it's not that Lin Feng has never done this kind of thing before, but, after all, he is a man of about 1.9 meters. If he does this kind of thing too much, he will have an indescribable sense of disobedience, so he rarely acts like a baby.

"It's nothing." Lin Feng raised his head and kissed his eyebrows and eyes, with a slight smile, "I miss you."

The aroma of the food filled the air, and Bai Yuan pulled him up: "You're hungry, come and eat."

As early as when Bai Yuan’s illness was not cured, he noticed the precursor of Lin Feng’s stomach trouble. The first thing he did when his physical strength was better was to cook porridge for Lin Feng and supervise him to take medicine. Killed in the cradle, Bai Yuan was very pleased to mention this matter.

Walking to the table hand in hand, a few light side dishes are waiting for people to taste under the warm-toned light. A bowl of white rice is sprinkled with a little black sesame, which is crystal clear and tight. Lin Feng can't help but sigh at his wife's craftsmanship. Turn this simple household meal into a work of art.

"Ningchen came at noon." Bai Yuan ate less and put down his chopsticks before Lin Feng. "I gave her a spare key. If her mother comes to her, let her live here."

"Well, good." Lin Feng had no objection, he always listened to his wife in such matters.