After all, the locker room was small, so that it was not open enough to run far. Therefore, Jingyuan Zhang had to stop after a while.
As if he was still feeling unsatisfied after stopping, he stood still and jumped a few times. Seeing this, Harman judged by his actions that he could run, and that his overall movement was still very flexible.
"What's going on? Why is he running now?" the face of the team doctor Maraloni looked a little embarrassed.
"Is this Jingyuan Zhang embarrassing me deliberately? Just now, he limped before me, as if he would fall down. But after I reported to Coach Harman, you become well. Are you fooling me deliberately?"
"Coach... It's... Actually..." Maraloni didn't know how to explain for a while.
Harman waved his hand and stopped him. Maraloni had followed him for about ten years, and he didn't think that Maraloni would mislead him about a player's injury. After all, it would not be good for him, either.
