private romance

He Tingzhao can no longer breathe on his own at night, and Song Mingzheng has prepared first-aid facilities at home, fearing that his heart will stop beating suddenly. Although the doctor said that it will not be so fast, to Song Mingzheng, this is more like his own Chronic torture.

Putting the wheelchair flat, Song Mingzheng pushed He Tingzhao back to the bedroom, and whispered in his ear, "Xiao Zhao, I'm resting, maybe I feel a little uncomfortable." He Tingzhao half-closed his eyes with a relaxed expression, as if he heard Song Mingzheng's words , raised his eyelids a little, but there was no more reaction.Song Mingzheng was also used to his appearance. He rubbed his palms together as usual, and slowly raised his back with one hand, allowing He Tingzhao to lean against his chest to get used to it. Put the other hand in the crook of his leg to pick him up and gently put him on the bed.The temperature on the bed has already been adjusted, the quilt is warm, and the oxygen has been turned on. Song Mingzheng held He Tingzhao's neck slightly, and put on the mask for him. "Sleep, baby, I'll rub your legs again." Song Mingzheng Leaning in front of He Tingzhao, she laughed softly, brushed away her broken hair after speaking, and kissed his forehead tenderly.

After the lover's kiss, He Tingzhao's eyes opened for a brief moment. He glanced at Song Mingzheng, and fell asleep obediently.Although he was wearing an oxygen mask, he didn't look like he was suffering from illness, he was satisfied and calm.

Only now can Song Mingzheng feel relieved and have time to take good care of his body.

First, he gently lifted He Tingzhao's waist, and slowly took off the nursing socks, revealing He Tingzhao's two long legs trapped in the bedding.He Tingzhao's body was well taken care of. Although he was paralyzed for a long time and would inevitably shrink, his legs were far from being dry, and even some soft fat was still hanging on his legs.Song Mingzheng was with him, and the two of them might knead their hands for him as they talked.If he is not at home, the requirement for the nurses must also be kept at least eight times a day, and each time should not be less than 15 minutes.He Tingzhao's physical condition must be strictly recorded every day, and two people should send it to him in two ways: electronic records and manual records. There must be a comparison between before and after.

Therefore, He Tingzhao's body not only has a small amount of muscle and fat, but also the joints can move freely, and he has never had complications. His body is clean all year round, and he looks like a patient who is cared for.

Song Mingzheng massaged He Tingzhao's legs and feet, pressed down his slightly protruding insteps, pressed them on the soft pillow and put them in place, and then went back to rub his hands.He Tingzhao has been insisting on rehabilitation for so many years. His injury is extremely serious, and the rehabilitation effect is minimal, but it can strengthen the body's resistance.Song Mingzheng didn't expect to get much better at first, but he just hoped that He Tingzhao would get less sick, even if he didn't get cold and fever so easily.

But God rewards hard work, He Tingzhao's right arm has gradually been able to lift up in the past two years. Although the fingers of the right hand are severely deformed, the base of the palm can be moved a few times, compared with the left hand whose fingers are all shrunk in the palm and cannot move. , has been considered a great improvement. During rehabilitation, I wear assistive devices on my right hand, and I can barely do some small movements such as rings.The head is not accurate enough, and most of the time he still can't lift his right hand, but He Tingzhao is always smiling, and he will come back after a break, and he has never been impatient.

The doctor doing rehabilitation for him couldn't help but praise him for his good temper. Not to mention a young master of his family background, even ordinary patients would be irritable and impatient. There are very few people like him, who seem to have inexhaustible patience , and will not be in a hurry because of quadriplegia.

He Tingzhao just leaned on the headrest and squinted and smiled like a cat stealing fish.After a long while, he looked a little complacent, and raised his chin towards the door, "Look, he waits outside as long as I practice. Ah Zheng's time is precious, and I can't let him waste it. I'm in a hurry, and he needs to be even more in a hurry. "

"Let's talk about it again", he smiled lightly, and slowly tried to raise his hand to loop it, "I, I've been doing well all the time, so there's nothing to worry about, Ah Zheng loves me."

The rehabilitation therapist laughed and helped him pick up the circle that flew out and hang it on his wrist, "Master, you know how to love people. I have cared for you for so many years."

"Speak louder, and he must have heard it outside." He Tingzhao joked, "Ah Zheng is easily shy, and he will feel embarrassed if you praise him. The more expressionless his face is, the redder his ears will be. Come in and have a look."

Song Mingzheng sat outside and plugged in his earphones, stood up and gave the room a hard look, then sat down and pretended nothing happened.

But he was afraid that He Tingzhao would call him, so he didn't actually play a single song in the earphones.

So when he rubbed He Tingzhao's hands, he had to be a little lighter. He had a vague feeling in his right arm, but it was neither obvious nor clear.Song Mingzheng was afraid that he would feel it if he accidentally pressed it, so he disturbed He Tingzhao's sleep.

With a little bit of careful movement, his Xiao Zhao's sleeping face was calm, and he didn't seem to be affected.Song Mingzheng lifted He Tingzhao's palm, and gently kissed the curled fingers.Then gently held the distorted hand, and looked at He Tingzhao silently for a while, the sharpness in the business field was completely wiped out, and the deep affection in the eyes was still long-lasting.

After untiing the bulging diaper, Song Mingzheng checked the amount, it was still normal.Then he took advantage of the situation to press He Tingzhao's abdomen, drained the remaining urine, and then looked at the color of the urine, the movements were natural and skillful after the set, and there was no sign of dislike or unnaturalness at all.But from helping He Tingzhao untie the old diapers to putting on the new ones, it often takes about ten minutes, which is much longer than other paralyzed patients, because Song Mingzheng has to carefully wipe He Tingzhao's lower body clean every time.Not only that, but also massage his buttocks for a while, so as not to squeeze and rub and the airtightness of the wrapped diapers will make He Tingzhao have any possibility of pressure sores.

At the beginning of the paralysis, He Tingzhao was also somewhat melancholy. Finally, he did not need to insert a catheter to solve the urinary retention. The doctor also said that using diapers is the best.But He Tingzhao was not happy. At that time, he cried and told Song Mingzheng that he was too dirty, he couldn't even control his excrement and urine, and the smell of diapers was really too strong. When he thought about it, he would always feel that he was too disgusting.Song Mingzheng was crying until his heart was broken. He Tingzhao and He Tingzhao swore by the hospital bed that they would take good care of him and not embarrass him.

His Xiao Zhao loves to be clean, but he can't worry about incontinence.

Sure enough, he didn't make He Tingzhao feel bad for a day, and he changed the diapers every half an hour, which didn't bother him, and He Tingzhao didn't smell at all.

After finishing all this, Song Mingzheng covered He Tingzhao with a quilt, and leaned in to kiss him.He still has a lot of work to do, and he must finish it as soon as possible before he can come back and sleep with He Tingzhao in his arms, but no matter what.

He is He Tingzhao's Ah Zheng first, and then everyone else's third master.

He Tingzhao got tired much earlier than others, but his sleep quality was not very good. He gradually got tired at seven or eight o'clock every night, and always woke up in the middle of the night.At first Song Mingzheng always thought that it was the nurse who was nursing him with heavy hands and feet in the middle of the night, which woke him up. After a few times of anger, he even took care of He Tingzhao several times a night, and he didn't pretend to be at all. people.It was later discovered that He Tingzhao's body was weak and couldn't bear it, which gradually caused the biological clock to become like this.But he couldn't change his habit of taking care of He Tingzhao personally at night.

He Tingzhao had quarreled with him several times over this matter, even though everyone said that the third master was as powerful as iron, he himself couldn't stop feeling distressed.Song Mingzheng loved him, pampered him and protected him. He hadn't suffered a bit, but Song Mingzheng couldn't sleep for a whole long sleep.

"Ah Zheng, go to sleep, you have worked so hard to take care of me, but I am so sad. Isn't Ah Zheng never letting me down?"

When changing He Tingzhao's diapers in the middle of the night, Song Mingzheng slowly turned He Tingzhao to his side and carefully changed him, when he suddenly heard He Tingzhao asking him so softly.Song Mingzheng suddenly felt extremely distressed, and neither of the two could say that they had a better life than the other.Song Mingzheng could only hold him in his arms and kiss him over and over again, coaxing and comforting him in a low voice.

I'm fine, the two of them didn't know how many times they said it to each other, and everyone knew it was a gentle lie.

Song Mingzheng did not concede in this position, so naturally they would not argue endlessly.Gradually, He Tingzhao gave in. Every long night after the paralysis, he felt sorry for Song Mingzheng at these moments, but he kept reminding himself while pretending to fall asleep.

He Tingzhao, what a lucky person you are.

He woke up slowly again, still not quite able to adapt to the foreign body sensation brought to him by the oxygen mask every night, He Tingzhao panted, and his breath turned into a fleeting white mist sprayed into the mask.

Song Mingzheng was lying beside him, and at some point, he clinged to him like an octopus, very close to him.As if feeling something, Song Mingzheng arched his head again, and hid in He Tingzhao's arms.He Tingzhao is now in a position where his eyes are facing each other. The position he wakes up is out of his control. He is a person who can have fun while suffering. It feels like a gamble. If one time he wakes up exactly As it is now, if he is face to face with Song Mingzheng, it will be regarded as winning the lottery.

The man's face was handsome and extraordinary, even if he closed his eyes and fell asleep, he could still see his magnificence.He Tingzhao didn't feel the stretch of his strong and broad arms, and he couldn't catch them out of the corner of his eye, but he also knew that his hands should be loosely wrapped around his body.

This is Song Mingzheng's habit for many years. He always likes to wrap him in his arms when he sleeps.

It's actually a bad habit.Before he was injured, he always felt so suffocated and stuffy, and it was very troublesome to wake up at night, two big men are usually tired and crooked enough?The bed is so big, why do we have to hug each other?

He told Song Mingzheng about his grievances, but he never liked to quarrel with He Tingzhao, it didn't happen after he was injured.

In order to get rid of the habit, he slept next to the bed in the middle of the night.When He Tingzhao woke up and saw it, his heart ached again, and he leaned over to hug him, as if he had surrendered.

In the next second, Song Mingzheng turned over and hugged him tightly.The young man clings to each other with lips and teeth at night, lingering until death.

It's just that he never thought that after being injured, this became something that made He Tingzhao feel very safe.

The air conditioner in the house keeps heating and heating his body all year round, and even the temperature of the bed is well regulated.Song Mingzheng never complained once, but he was still too hot, and his body would still make some small resistances involuntarily.

He Tingzhao moved his right hand, but he couldn't move his arm much, but the numbness and soreness were more obvious than his perception.He couldn't help biting his lower lip, but he still tried to raise his right hand a little bit.

Slowly, slowly, He Tingzhao worked hard, and gently dropped it on the quilt beside Song Mingzheng, little by little, with the heel of the palm and right hand, it can only be placed flat, and the index finger that cannot be curled up "Poke" slowly, pulling up the quilt a little for Song Mingzheng.

This wasted several minutes, and it almost made He Tingzhao lose his strength.The white mist went back and forth in the oxygen mask, and his right hand convulsed for a while, but fortunately, it didn't move too much, and it didn't hit Song Mingzheng to wake him up.

He Tingzhao looked at Song Mingzheng's sleeping face, smiled weakly, and then closed his eyes again.

He can only do this, and he does it very badly, but he is still willing to pull a quilt for Song Mingzheng, so as not to catch a cold.

The moment he closed his eyes, those slightly raised Ruifeng eyes opened immediately.

Song Mingzheng didn't say a word, he just looked at He Tingzhao's pupils with lingering affection.

This is how they comfort each other, support each other, love each other, and walk through more than ten springs and autumns in their lives with each other tenderly.

To a lover again this night.