An hour later, Wei Fenghua was taken to a hospital room.
Since it had been minimally invasive surgery, the doctor did not prohibit visitors, but warned them not to stay too long.
Luo Yan and Di Zheng entered the hospital room.
The window was slightly open. Fresh air carrying the warmth of sunlight drifted gently inside.
On the windowsill, a pot of pale pink roses bloomed quietly. Dew clung to the petals, like a morning dream awakened by the sunlight.
Some colorful paintings were posted on the walls. Their warm tones gave the room a peaceful, tranquil feeling.
A steaming cup of tea sat on the small table beside Wei Fenghua's bed, giving off a faint fragrance.
He looked to be in high spirits.
He looked nothing like someone who had just undergone surgery.
When Luo Yan and Di Zheng entered, he had just taken a sip of tea.
"You're here."
"It was only a minor operation."
"You didn't have to make a special trip." Wei Fenghua pointed at the chairs beside him, indicating that they should sit.
Di Zheng stood by the bed and smiled. "We didn't come here specially. I just happened to have nothing to do, so I came to check on you."
Luo Yan said, "Teacher, how do you feel?"
"Not bad."
Wei Fenghua smiled. "They anesthetized me during the operation."
"I even took a short nap."
"And I had a dream."
"I haven't dreamed in a long time."
Di Zheng picked up an apple from the table and began peeling it. "What did you dream about?"
"I dreamed that I was flying a kite in the park when I was a child. I ran and ran, and the kite flew higher and higher. Then my father suddenly appeared, grabbed my kite, and scolded me for