Mr. Zheng had suffered a stroke more than two years ago and was paralyzed, unable to walk and confined to a wheelchair most of the time, but other aspects were relatively good.
His mind was clear, and his spirits seemed quite good, his eyes bright.
What moved Chen Feng deeply was that she recognized him as soon as she saw him.
"You're Chen Feng, from Class Three. Please sit, please sit."
Mr. Zheng struggled to sit up from the bed, and Chen Feng hurried forward to help her.
"Ah, I've gotten old, not much use anymore, and I've become a burden to my spouse and daughter."
Chen Feng quickly comforted her, "Don't think too much about getting old, getting better from your illness is what matters most."
"Let's not talk about me," Mr. Zheng shook her head, a face of relief, "It's rare that you have the heart to visit me. How are you doing now? I remember you were admitted to East Sea Finance University back then."
