“Who it is doesn’t matter,” Jing Ting told him. “Is there still hope for my stomach?” He longed to be healthy again. Shen Yi’s reply was blunt. “This is psychosomatic. The fact that you’re showing signs of improvement means there’s definitely hope.” A wave of relief washed over Jing Ting. The last few days, he had been feeling a joy he hadn't experienced in years. “You should hire him as your pers