Nan Yan finished checking Lin Zhiyan's pulse and was reasonably satisfied with the speed of her recovery.
"How have you been feeling lately?" she asked.
"Pretty good," Lin Zhiyan said excitedly, looking at Nan Yan. "Yan Yan, you're amazing! I've never felt so relaxed before. The discomfort in my chest has reduced significantly, and even my sleep and appetite have improved a lot!"
Nan Yan gently rubbed her head and smiled, "Keep taking your medicine and resting well. In another two months, you'll be able to engage in some physical exercises just like an ordinary person."
Lin Zhiyan's body was quite weak. Even if her illness was cured, her physical condition wouldn't improve solely through medication. She needed to exercise.
"Really?" Lin Zhiyan's eyes widened cutely. The news seemed too good to be true, leaving her momentarily in disbelief.
"Don't you trust me?"
