"Professor Yang."
"Sit!" Yang Ping sat down on another chair beside the bed, and settled himself down as well, "I heard you walked six hundred steps today?"
"Seven hundred steps," Lin Xiaoyu replied, "I walked three hundred in the morning and four hundred in the afternoon."
"Did you feel tired?"
"A little bit, but I recovered after resting. Unlike before, when a few steps would make my legs feel as if they were filled with lead."
Yang Ping nodded. "Your treatment isn't over yet, the tumor hasn't completely disappeared. Don't walk too much, take it step by step. It's not that exercising more will cure the illness faster; rather, because the illness is improving, you can walk this many steps."
Lin Xiaoyu nodded, then asked another question: "Professor Yang, if my tumor completely disappears, will I still need to continue treatment?"
