Before Song Minghui could answer, a middle-aged man wearing black framed eyes quickly squeezed out of the crowd and stretched out his hand and said respectfully, "My name is Xu Zhiyuan, it is Cen... Mr. Cen's secretary!"
He paused and thought about a suitable title.
"Old Cen?!"
Lin Yu frowned slightly, a little suspicious. He never had any impression of this "Old Cen" in his memory.
"You may have met Mr. Cen face to face, but it must be not uncommon on TV!"
Dou Zhongyong, who was beside him, whispered.
Lin Yu was slightly stunned, then his face suddenly changed, and he said anxiously, "Can you be talking about our Mr. Cen in Yanxia..."
"President He!"
At this time, Xu Zhiyuan suddenly interrupted in a low voice, "You can just be clear about some things in your heart, there is no need to say them!"
Lin Yu then drowned, his heart was shocked, his face turned pale, and he asked anxiously, "What's wrong with Mr. Cen? Are you sick?!"
At this time, he had already guessed something!
No wonder Qin and Han said this was a major event related to the safety of the country!
Such an important figure fell ill, and it was related to the state affairs of a country and thousands of households in the hot summer, and it really had an extraordinary impact!
No wonder Qin Han and others dare not say a word!
Because if the news of a person with the identity of Mr. Cen falls ill, it will inevitably cause an uproar, both at home and internationally!
It is very likely that something unexpected will be caused!
So the news must be completely blocked!
"Yes, I'm sick!"
Xu Zhiyuan nodded solemnly and said with a serious expression, "And it's not optimistic! He completely lost consciousness a week ago!"
"What?!"
Lin Yu's face changed, and a hint of panic flashed through his eyes. He turned his head to look at Dou Zhongyong and Song Minghui and asked, "Old Dou, Old Song, have you just arrived? Or..."
He didn't understand why Mr. Cen was still in a coma since Dou Zhongyong, Song Minghui, Wang Shaoqin and others were there.
Unless Mr. Dou, Mr. Song and others are like him, they have not had time to treat Mr. Cen not long after they arrived!
When he asked this, Dou Zhongyong, Song Minghui, Wang Shaoqin and all the doctors present couldn't help but look dark, lowering their heads, as if they were afraid to look directly into Lin Yu's eyes.
Dou Zhongyong sighed and said, "Jiarong, I am ashamed. Lao Song, Lao Wang and I have been living here for a month..."
"Live for a month?!"
Lin Yu was shocked and said in surprise, "Has Mr. Cen been sick for so long? Then since you are here, how could Mr. Cen..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped, as if he suddenly realized something, his face turned pale and he said in surprise, "Can you... not even you guys can cure his illness?!"
Dou Zhongyong, Song Minghui, Wang Shaoqin and others stayed here for a month, but Mr. Cen was still in a coma a week ago, which means that the treatment of Dou Zhongyong and Song Minghui and others did not prevent the further deterioration of the condition!
His heart trembled and he was quite panicked.
What kind of strange and difficult disease is a disease that can make so many miraculous doctors unable to cure it for a month?
"right!"
Song Minghui and Zheng nodded heavily, sighed and shook his head, "It's us old guys that are useless... For so many days, not only did they not control the condition, but they made it worse..."
"Jiarong, we old guys are embarrassing our Chinese medicine doctor..."
Wang Shaoqin's indescribable loss and self-blame on her face.
Several other old Chinese doctors even had to bury their heads in their chests and face Lin Yu without any face.
"You guys must not say that! You are simply scolding us!"
The male doctor in a white coat said hurriedly, "Faced with Mr. Cen's condition, our Western doctors are helpless. If it weren't for the actions of several seniors, I'm afraid Mr. Cen wouldn't be able to hold on now!"
"Yes, thanks to a few seniors!"
"Old seniors are too humble!"
Several other doctors in white coats nodded and agreed, their faces full of admiration.
"It's really thanks to Mr. Dou and the others during this period!"
Xu Zhiyuan also nodded and sighed, "It's a pity that Mr. Cen's physical condition is still deteriorating day by day!"
"Jiarong, we old guys are already exhausted. Next, it depends on you!"
Dou Zhongyong's expression trembled, and his old and dim eyes suddenly became brighter, and a flame of hope rose.
Now Lin Yu is the last reliance and the last glimmer of hope for traditional Chinese medicine!