The doctor came out very quickly.
Facing Wen Yiming and Zhao Yali's worried faces, the doctor shook his head a little awkwardly. "President Wen, madam, aside from physical weakness caused by hunger, there's nothing else abnormal with the young lady's body."
Seeing the disbelief written all over their faces, the doctor lowered his voice and said, "My suggestion is, you should take her to see a psychiatrist."
"Doctor?"
Zhao Yali cried out in shock, the color draining from her face in an instant.
Psychiatry—didn't that mean there was something wrong with Wen Ya's mind?
She knew in her heart that Wen Ya had to have been traumatized to behave like this, but emotionally Zhao Yali refused to accept it, refused to believe it.
"President Wen, this is not my specialty, and I don't dare make a rash judgment and delay the young lady's condition, so please, make a decision as soon as possible."
After saying this full of apology, the doctor picked up his medical kit and took his leave.
