In the blink of an eye, Luo Yan had been back in Guangling for a week.
That afternoon, he had just finished training at the Training Hall when he heard the news.
Wei Fenghua was back!
Luo Yan immediately went to the classroom, and sure enough, he saw Wei Fenghua.
Standing on the podium, Wei Fenghua was smiling as he thanked everyone, saying that he had recovered and apologizing for making them worry.
Wei Fenghua was very popular among the second- and third-year students. Even the first-years respected and feared him.
As a result, people filled both inside and outside the classroom.
Luo Yan did not hurry to squeeze his way in. He waited quietly.
Only after the crowd dispersed and Wei Fenghua came out did he step forward.
"Teacher, why did you come back? You should have rested a few more days."
Luo Yan spoke softly.
At present, only the principal, a few teachers including Xiao Ming, and several of their students knew Wei Fenghua's true condition.
In everyone else's eyes, Wei Fenghua had merely overworked himself and spent a week recuperating in the hospital.
No one knew that his condition had deteriorated to the point where he had only one year left to live.
Wei Fenghua smiled faintly. "Whether I rest a few more days or a few fewer makes little difference to me."
He spoke as he walked.
"I don't have much time left, but there are still plenty of things to do."
"At the very least, I haven't finished preparing your third-year teaching plan."
"I have to make time to finish it first. That way, even if I'm gone, the other teachers can still guide you according to plan."
The sunlight fell across his face. Wei Fenghua's complexion was not pale; instead, it was somewhat ruddy.