The flowers on the Moshang slowly return

13.

Wen Ziqian had an extremely uncomfortable sleep.

He fell asleep in a distorted posture, and when he woke up, he only felt pain in his lower back. He tried to move to get up, but just as he lifted his shoulders, his back throbbed, and the pain made him almost burst into tears .

He shouldn't be so weak, he's so tired these days.

Fighting wits and bravery with those old guys from the council exhausted all his energy, his physical fitness couldn't keep up, and he felt a little headache.

Qin Cang pushed the door open and entered, walked to the bed and bent over to look at him, asking, "Did my young master sleep well?"

Wen Ziqian's face was pale, seeing Qin Cang's face, forced the corners of his mouth to smile and said, "It's okay."

"Lie down for a while and get up again."

Wen Ziqian had postural hypotension, he closed his eyes and let out an "um", trying to wake himself up.

"Did you stay up late again last night?" Qin Cang asked a little bit, "I returned to the apartment from Mei Se in the middle of the night, and there was no one there."

Wen Ziqian slowly opened his eyes, shook his head, and said tiredly: "I have to sort out the business plan, and the board of directors will submit it for approval today."

Qin Cang was a little dissatisfied and complained: "Did you say you don't want your body? How long have you been staying in the company?"

Wen Ziqian smiled and ignored him, leaning on the bed with his elbows, trying to sit up, but fell back halfway up.

Qin Cang saw that he was holding the quilt on his thigh with his left hand, thinking that he stayed at the company and stayed up until the early morning last night, knowing that he must be feeling uncomfortable at the moment, and it is not good to continue to reprimand him, so he could only compromise and bend down: "Hold your arms neck."

For so many years, except for the first few years lying in bed and being unable to move, Wen Ziqian was unwilling to let others do it for those who were able to do it themselves after actively cooperating with the treatment mentally and physically.

Unless it is powerless.

He hooked Qin Cang's neck with his right hand, supported the bed with his left hand, and sat up.

He has been aloof since he was a child, even a little noble, and he doesn't want to be underestimated or looked down upon by others.He knew his physical condition, so he worked more seriously. He never wanted to show weakness in front of outsiders. He could do what normal people can do.

In the eyes of the employees, he is a desperate boss who is even harder to deal with than Wen Yuanhang.

It's a pity that his paralyzed body is not up to the mark. As long as he works too hard and stays up all night, he will suffer a serious illness, and Qin Cang will have a psychological shadow.

Wen Ziqian made himself sit up straighter, but he just thought he was sitting up straighter, his waist and abdomen were weak, and from outsiders' eyes, he was just sitting there with his back bent and his waist and abdomen collapsed.He moved his shoulders a little to relieve the pain in his back, let go of Qin Cang and said, "Go and do the rest, I'll do the rest myself."

He was wearing beige pajama pants, his legs were thin and thin under the fat pants legs, and he was trembling slightly at the moment.

He leaned on Qin Cang's body, resting his head on Qin Cang's shoulder, and hummed twice.He seldom shows weakness, and sometimes he would rather faint from pain than lose his dignity, unless in front of familiar people.

Qin Cang saw that Wen Ziqian's legs were showing slight signs of convulsions, so he pressed down on the trembling legs and said, "Look, let's repay the world." He passively bent his thin legs, and said, "Don't worry about it. You are so desperate, but you don’t listen, you, the typical scar is healed and forgets the pain.” He rolled up the wide trouser legs above his knees, and the exposed calf was pale and thin, and he pinched the slightly underwear with his fingertips. The curled toes were pinched one by one very seriously.

Strange to say, Wen Ziqian's legs were obviously unconscious, but as long as he watched his legs being pinched or kneaded, it would relieve a little.He also understood that it was a self-suggestion. The doctor said that it was a heart disease, and he also felt that it was a disease.

He has too many things on his mind, and he likes to get into the horns, so it's hard to get out when he gets in.So, he always dreamed of Wen Ziyi, every twist and collision when he rolled down the stairs.The pain in his back was lifeless, and he could clearly remember the severe pain when he knocked on the steps, and he also clearly remembered the despair of Pan Qin dragging him out of bed and tearing him in half.

He remembers the pain, and of course he also remembers the touch. He also dreams about the feeling of his legs hitting the ground. In the dream, the feeling of the doctor pinching his legs is so real that every time he wakes up, he has to touch his legs to confirm it. Do you still feel it.

Wen Ziqian stared at Qin Cang's hands, watched his fingertips pinch the curled toes, straightened them forcibly, watched them curl up again after losing the external force.He let out a breath slowly, only to feel the inexplicable pain in his empty lower body slowly dissipating.

Qin Cang passed his knee with one hand, lifted his legs easily, and then laid him flat on the bed, helping him to passively bend and stretch his legs, relieve the stiff muscles after the spasm, until the legs softened, obediently Qiaoqiao drooped on his arm.

Wen Ziqian let out a breath and pinched the palm of his right hand. Except for the thumb and index finger, the other three fingers on his right hand felt tactile, but they couldn't control them.He might even think, since he can't control it, why should he keep the feeling? If he doesn't knead passively diligently, the three fingers will become numb and stiff, which is very uncomfortable.At this moment, I don't know if it's because my sleeping position is not good, and my whole arm is numb.

Wen Yuanhang's condition worsened and he was hospitalized for the past six months. In such a huge company, all the big and small things were on his shoulders, and some veterans deliberately made things difficult for him, which made him feel like walking on eggshells.

He knew that those who disobeyed him were not just because of the instigation of the Pan family, but because they looked down on a disabled person who was sitting in a wheelchair and giving orders to them from the bottom of their hearts.

Wen Ziqian gritted his teeth and let out a "hiss" indulgently. When he left this room, he had to disguise himself as an indestructible Iron Man.He can do anything, he just happens to be in a wheelchair.

His ability to tolerate pain was different from ordinary people, and after being pinched by Qin Cang for a while, he was finally able to bear it.

Sweat covered his face, and there was a stabbing pain in his eyes. He turned his head to look at the door, and was about to call A Bin, when suddenly he saw a person, a woman, standing at the door. He didn't even see his face clearly, he just felt Her heart skipped a beat, and she became a little annoyed instantly, who let this person in, how much did she see!

He hated outsiders seeing his disabled body the most.

"Get out! Do you understand the rules!" He frowned and said sternly to the man.

The man didn't run away in panic, but smiled lightly and shouted: "Brother, it's me."

Wen Ziqian shook his body, and hurriedly raised his hand to wipe away the sweat that dripped into his eyes. His vision returned to clarity. He saw the familiar face, but it was more mature and beautiful.

"Zi...Xuan?" He was a little startled, and he called out his sister's name uncertainly, grabbed the edge of the bed and turned over forcefully to lie on the bed, with his lower body mixed together, Qin Cang helped him straighten his hips and straighten his legs .He propped up his upper body on his elbows, squinted his eyes and looked at it, still a little in disbelief. "Is it really Zixuan?"

Wen Zixuan said: "Yes, it's me. I'll come back to see Dad...and brother too."

Wen Ziqian propped himself up happily, and said to her, "Come here quickly, let brother have a look."

Wen Zixuan looked at him. He was still the handsome and beautiful elder brother when she was young. She remembered that when she was young, she liked to look at his elder brother's eyes, which were like lake water.His face was still so handsome, but... She watched Wen Ziqian's body folded backwards and propped up, his waist and abdomen pressed against the bed, his wide trouser legs lifted up a bit, revealing his thin ankles, his big feet, with the insteps sticking to the bed. On the bed, the soles of the feet were pitifully thin, and the toes were curled up towards the soles of the feet... At that moment, she felt that such a body looked scary, so scary, like a deformed body with her big brother's head on it, making her afraid to approach it.

Following her gaze, Wen Ziqian turned his head to look back, and saw his bare feet, skinny feet covered with veins.He hastily reached out and grabbed the quilt and covered it up. Losing the support of one hand, he fell back on the bed, very embarrassed.He hurriedly shouted: "Abin, take Zixuan to the guest room to rest for a while."

Wen Zixuan looked away in embarrassment, and followed A Bin out.