Lu Jing's rationality hadn't yet reacted, but his head instinctively nodded. He looked at the personal doctor, who was staring at him in shock, and said, "I won't need any more nutritional injections from now on. You can leave."
"President Lu..." The personal doctor's eyes were so full of shock that it seemed almost tangible, splitting into cracks in his pupils, unable to recover for quite some time.
It wasn't until Lu Jing pressed the internal line phone again to have the secretary escort him out that the personal doctor was almost half-dragged out of the president's office. Before leaving, he kept staring at Zhang Lingying, as if suspecting she had secretly cast a spell on Lu Jing.
After all, he had spent several days trying to improve Lu Jing's anorexia without success. But as soon as Zhang Lingying arrived, Lu Jing's condition improved.
Once the personal doctor left, the office suddenly felt quiet.
