Before Song Minghui could answer, a middle-aged man with black-rimmed eyes quickly squeezed out of the crowd, stretched out his hand and said respectfully, "My name is Xu Zhiyuan, I am Mr. Cen... Mr. Cen's secretary!"
He spoke for a moment and thought of a suitable title.
"Old Cen?!"
Lin Yu frowned slightly, a little suspicious. He had never had any impression of this "Old Cen" in his memory.
"You may have met Mr. Cen face to face, but you must have seen him on TV a lot!"
Dou Zhongyong reminded him in a low voice.
Lin Yu was startled for a moment, then his expression suddenly changed, and he said urgently, "Could it be that you are talking about our Mr. Cen in Yanxia..."
"President He!"
At this time, Xu Zhiyuan suddenly interrupted in a low voice, "You just need to know some things in your heart. There is no need to say them out!"
Lin Yu then drooled, his heart was shocked, his face turned pale, and he asked anxiously, "What's wrong with Mr. Cen? Is he sick?!"
At this time, he had already guessed everything!
No wonder the Qin and Han Dynasties said this was a major matter related to national security!
The illness of such an important figure affects the state affairs of a country and thousands of families in the hot summer, and it has indeed an extraordinary impact!
No wonder Qin Han and others dare not say a word!
Because when news spread that a person with Mr. Cen's status fell ill, it would cause an uproar both domestically and internationally!
It is very likely to cause some unexpected trouble!
Therefore, the news must be completely blocked!
"Yes, I'm sick!"
Xu Zhiyuan nodded solemnly and said with a stern expression, "And it's very pessimistic! He completely lost consciousness a week ago!"
"What?!"
Lin Yu's expression changed, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. He turned to look at Dou Zhongyong and Song Minghui, and asked, "Mr. Dou, Mr. 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 all here.
Unless Mr. Dou, Mr. Song and others are like him, they just arrived and there is no time to treat Mr. Cen!
When he asked this question, Dou Zhongyong, Song Minghui, Wang Shaoqin and all the doctors present could not help but darken their faces and lowered their heads, as if they did not dare to look directly into Lin Yu's eyes.
Dou Zhongyong sighed and said, "Jiarong, I'm ashamed to say that, Lao Song, Lao Wang and I have been living here for a month..."
"Stayed for a month?!"
Lin Yu was suddenly startled 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 paused, as if he suddenly realized something, his face turned blue and white, and he said in shock, "Could it be that even... not even you guys can cure his old man's illness?!"
Dou Zhongyong, Song Minghui, Wang Shaoqin and others stayed here for a month, but Mr. Cen still fell into a coma a week ago, which means that the treatment of Dou Zhongyong, Song Minghui and others did not prevent the further deterioration of the condition!
His heart trembled, and he was quite flustered.
What kind of strange and difficult disease is it that can make so many miracle doctors unable to cure it even after a month?
"right!"
Song Minghui nodded solemnly, sighed and shook his head, "It's because we old guys are useless... After so many days, not only did we fail to control the disease, but it actually worsened..."
"Jia Rong, we old guys have embarrassed our Chinese medicine practitioners..."
Wang Shaoqin's face showed indescribable loss and self-blame.
Several other old Chinese medicine doctors even wanted to bury their heads in their chests and face Lin Yu shamelessly.
"Senior seniors, please don't say that! Your words are just scolding us!"
The male doctor in a white coat on the side said hurriedly, "Faced with Mr. Cen's condition, we Western medicine doctors are even more helpless. If it weren't for the help of several seniors, I'm afraid Mr. Cen wouldn't be able to survive now!"
"Yes, thanks to a few seniors!"
"Old-timers are too modest!"
Several other doctors in white coats also nodded in agreement, their faces full of admiration.
"Thanks to Mr. Dou and the others for this period of time!"
Xu Zhiyuan also nodded and sighed, "It's a pity that Mr. Cen's physical condition is getting worse day by day!"
"Jia Rong, we old guys are already at the end of their ropes. From now on, it's all up to you!"
Dou Zhongyong's expression became stern, and his old and dim eyes suddenly became brighter, with a flame of hope rising up.
Now Lin Yu is the last resort and the last hope for Chinese medicine!