He belongs to the past!
After Hirvan left the room, Secretary Jones cautiously opened the door just a crack, peeking inside. His eyes fell on his boss, Lu Hanbing, who was now deeply asleep on the couch. A wave of relief washed over him, and he exhaled slowly, careful not to make any noise that could disturb the fragile peace in the room. It had been so long since he had seen Lu Hanbing this relaxed, even if it might only be temporary.
Since the death of the former president of the Ren group, Lu Hanbing's health has taken a severe downward spiral. His once robust frame had grown gaunt, his appetite had dwindled to almost nothing, and his sleep became virtually nonexistent. Each night, he would toss and turn, plagued by insomnia that no remedy seemed to touch. Western medicine, meditation, Chinese herbs, soothing teas, massages, and even long, hot baths at luxurious resorts, none of it had worked.