Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

Chapter 225 I Want to Stand Up

Lin Feng's question is not at all abrupt.

Zhang Yan also spoke his mind, "In the UK, the streets are full of blond, blue-eyed beautiful boys, all of them are dolls."

Lin Feng was not angry. Zhang Yan was telling the truth. European countries are rich in handsome men, so he just spoke the truth.

How come the steps are getting bigger and bigger, and the pace is getting faster and faster.

Zhang Yan staggered and barely managed to keep up with Lin Feng's pace. Is this guy angry?

He must be angry!

He was the one who asked the question. This tells him the truth, so why is he still angry?

Seeing Lin Feng trying to endure his anger, Zhang Yan laughed several times in his heart.

The topic was over, and Zhang Yan did not provoke him again. If Lin Feng was really angry, he would turn around and leave, and he would have to crawl back to the bedroom.

“Don’t be distracted, stay focused.”

Lin Feng is not blind. He can see Zhang Yan’s snickering smile clearly in the mirror without any attempt to hide it.

Still laughing... He was so angry that he almost died...

But what was there to be angry about? Lin Feng didn't know what he was angry about. He was the one who asked, and he was still angry after getting the answer.

Lin Feng squatted down and put an elastic ring on Zhang Yan's thigh. Zhang Yan wanted to use this to train his thigh strength.

The solution now proposed by Director Chen is to reduce the pressure on the affected area by training the strength of Zhang Yan's buttocks and thighs.

"Lower your waist, open your legs, and move your center of gravity downward." Zhang Yan was struggling and his movements were not standard. Lin Feng pressed his waist and reminded Zhang Yan all the time.

Fatigue and muscle soreness made Zhang Yan tremble uncontrollably, and his whole body shook as if it was equipped with a motor.

Lin Feng supported him from behind, "Hold on, let's hold on for another ten seconds, then take a break."

Sweat slid down Zhang Yan's head, to his chin, to his chest, and soaked his clothes.

Seeing Zhang Yan’s face turn pale, Lin Feng immediately called a halt, “Stop!”

Lin Feng helped Zhang Yan stand up, pulled over a chair nearby, and helped him sit down.

He went to the kitchen and poured a glass of water, then Lin Feng turned to Zhang Yan.

After a while, Zhang Yan's breathing was still disordered and his face was still pale.

Lin Feng raised his head and took a deep breath, then squatted down in front of Zhang Yan, holding Zhang Yan's hand with one hand. He was shaking.

"Zhang Yan, follow my instructions and breathe. Relax, otherwise it will hurt more. Inhale...exhale..., inhale...exhale..."

After adjusting his breathing more than a dozen times, Zhang Yan's breathing became slightly stable.

Lin Feng kept looking at Zhang Yan. There was very little he could do to help him. Lin Feng watched Zhang Yan's tears mixed with sweat, sliding down his chin. Zhang Yan did not cry out in pain, he could not even speak, the pain made his mind go blank.

Zhang Yan didn't know that he was crying.

"Zhang Yan, open your eyes and look at me." Lin Feng looked into Zhang Yan's eyes.

As soon as Zhang Yan opened his eyes, he saw Lin Feng's red eyes. He didn't understand. He was the one in pain. What did Lin Feng's expression, which seemed to be about to cry but not cry, mean?

When he looked up again, Zhang Yan saw that his tears were falling down like worthless things, and his clothes were wet.

Zhang Yan himself knew whether this was due to physiological reasons or because he felt wronged.

Lin Feng handed a cup of warm water to Zhang Yan. Zhang Yan's hands were still shaking uncontrollably, and he tried hard to hold the cup with both hands.

This half cup of water has been shaking and some water has spilled out.

Lin Feng wrapped Zhang Yan's hand with his warm and dry palm. He held Zhang Yan's hand, but it was still shaking. Lin Feng tightened his grip.

It seems that this way he can pass his power to Zhang Yan.

Lin Feng inserted a straw into the cup. Zhang Yan tried several times but failed to bite the straw. Her tears flowed into the cup and were drowned in the swaying water.

Zhang Yan took a deep breath and continued to try. After trying again and again, Zhang Yan bit the straw, he drank a sip of warm water, and the chaotic soul found the direction to go back.

Zhang Yan slowly drank a few sips of water, and Lin Feng took the cup away, not daring to let him drink more.

"Let's stop here today. You must be tired. I'll massage your legs later and we'll continue tomorrow." Lin Feng couldn't bear to let Zhang Yan continue training. He had seen the painful scenes of rehabilitation training countless times, and he couldn't bear to do it this time.

"I'll sit for a while..." Zhang Yan's voice was still trembling. He used a lot of effort to say this short sentence.

"Well, sit for a while, I'll carry you back later."

……

Zhang Yan thought he was confused because of the pain and must have heard it wrong.

He walked in by himself before, so why did he have to be carried out now? What was the point of this rehabilitation training?

"Let's continue practicing. I've rested enough." Zhang Yan gritted his teeth, pulled Lin Feng's arm, and tried to stand up.

Tried twice, failed.

"Zhang Yan, let's take a break and continue tomorrow. You need to rest today." Lin Feng saw that Zhang Yan's legs were shaking.

"No! We only did one set. Our previous plan was to do four sets today, and then increase the training volume every day."

"Do it within your ability, otherwise your legs will be injured again." Lin Feng held down Zhang Yan's body as he tried to stand up.

"Lin Feng, I beg you, let me try, even one group is fine. I don't want to be a cripple sitting in a wheelchair for the rest of my life. I want to stand up."

There were bloody bite marks on Zhang Yan's pale lips.

"I'll help you, I'll help you, you will stand up." Lin Feng ran out.

He didn't want Zhang Yan to see him crying, as that would make Zhang Yan feel even worse.

Lin Feng went to the bathroom to wash his face, took out a small towel and folded it into a long strip.

"Bite it. Don't bite your lip."

Lin Feng stuffed the towel into Zhang Yan's mouth.

"Follow my instructions, I'll help you." Lin Feng supported Zhang Yan from behind, "Get up."

Only after making sure that Zhang Yan was standing firmly did Lin Feng remove the chair behind Zhang Yan.

He was waiting, waiting for Zhang Yan to adapt.

"Across."

Each action took a long time to complete. Zhang Yan bit the towel without making any sound. His face turned paler and tears rolled down his cheeks.

Zhang Yan didn't want to cry, but he couldn't help it.

"squat."

Lin Feng held Zhang Yan's waist and asked him to squat down slowly. Zhang Yan couldn't do the standard movements, but he tried his best. His determination could not stop his body from shaking.

Lin Feng's hands on Zhang Yan's waist were steady, with veins bulging.

Zhang Yan insisted, and Lin Feng was behind him to help him and would not leave him alone.

Sitting down again, Lin Feng wanted to take the towel out of Zhang Yan's mouth, but found that he couldn't take it out no matter what. Zhang Yan's whole body was in a tense state.

Lin Feng patted Zhang Yan's back again and again, "Relax, breathe with me, relax, relax."

Only then did Zhang Yan react.