After a cordial and graceful exchange with Tianxin's parents, Chen Yiran and the parents finally turned to look at their daughter lying on the hospital bed.
"Darling, how are you feeling now?" Tianxin's mother sat by the bed, held Tianxin's hand, and asked with concern.
"Still alive..." Tianxin rolled her eyes and responded with annoyance.
"Mind your language, you're still so young, yet you're always talking about death." Tianxin's mother frowned slightly and lightly knocked her daughter's forehead.
"Ouch, Mom, I've just had surgery, can you not be so violent!?" Tianxin covered her forehead and yelled at her mother.
"It's just an appendectomy. Why are you making such a fuss? Your father and I have both undergone it when we were young, it's nothing serious. A few days of rest will do. I'm back now, and when we get home, I'll cook you something special to help you recover quickly. One week, and I guarantee you'll be bouncing around just like before!"
