Zhao Tiezhu naturally understood why Miss Hill would stumble after three steps—it was because she had been paralyzed for so long that she had lost the courage to walk again.
Even if he had healed her legs, he couldn't heal her mind.
This was something she had to overcome by herself.
If she could overcome it, she would be just like any other person; if she couldn't, then she would spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair, meaning all his efforts would have been in vain.
Though he couldn't do much, he could still offer words of positive encouragement.
"Miss Hill, don't be nervous, and don't be afraid, just take it slowly, don't rush things!"
"If you really can't remember how to walk, then try recalling how you did it as a child. Once you have thought it through, we can continue. We have plenty of time."
"Even if you practice all day long here, it's fine!"
After hearing Zhao Tiezhu's words, Miss Hill took a few deep breaths, trying her best to calm herself down.