Yamamoto Ichiro stepped forward and interrupted the conversation between the two, and said bluntly: "Many famous foreign doctors have come to see me, but they are all helpless!"
"Famous doctor?"
Ye Chen snorted coldly: "Is he a quack doctor?"
"..."
The corners of Yamamoto Ichiro's mouth twitched violently when he heard this. The doctors who came to treat his father were all internationally renowned doctors. How could Ye Chen call him a quack?
"Mr. Ye, let's go in!"
After Sakai finished speaking, he pushed open the wooden lattice door himself, took off his shoes, and invited Ye Chen into the room with small steps.
As soon as I walked in, the smell of medicinal alcohol hit my nostrils!
Ye Chen frowned without a trace, and finally followed Sakai into a large room. There was a large, beautifully carved wooden bed, and an old man with white hair lay on the bed.
The wooden bed is surrounded by various Western medical instruments. A blond and blue-eyed doctor wearing a mask is checking the patient's condition.
"Tom, how is my father's condition?"
Sakai couldn't wait to walk to the hospital bed and looked at his father who was getting thinner. His eyes instantly became moist.
"Ms. Sakai, I'm afraid your father won't survive a week!" The doctor took off his mask and shook his head.
"Father!"
Upon hearing the news, Sakai felt as if she had been struck by a bolt from the blue. She, who had always been strong, burst into tears and threw herself on Lao Shanben with tears streaming down her face.
Ye Chen glanced at the old man on the hospital bed. His lips were blue, his face was dark, and his skin wrinkles were obvious, showing signs of premature aging.
In this situation, Ye Chen didn't need to check his pulse to guess that the old man was poisoned!
"Tom, is there no other way?" Yamamoto Ichiro asked gloomily.
"There is a way!"
Doctor Tom shrugged and said bluntly: "The American Medical Association has newly developed a special medicine, but the medicine is very expensive!"
"How much money we are willing to pay!"
"One injection costs 50 million US dollars. According to Mr. Yamamoto's situation, at least three injections are needed, which is 150 million US dollars!" Tom said.
"hiss!"
Yamamoto Ichiro couldn't help but take a breath after hearing this. The company is indeed rich, but 150 million US dollars for three injections is indeed expensive enough!
"Besides, after the injection, it depends on the old man's willpower. If his willpower is weak, the special-effect injection will not work!"
"..."
Seeing Tom speaking in an understatement, Yamamoto Ichiro really wanted to spit in his face. Is this guy taking him for granted?
150 million US dollars are thrown into it, but in the end it still depends on the old man’s willpower, so what the hell!
"Let's fight!"
Unexpectedly, Sakai stood up, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said firmly: "No matter how much it costs, I will give it a try!"
"Okay, I can contact you!" Tom said and walked out of the room directly to make a call.
"Sakai, when the special medicine comes, I'm afraid your dad will belch!" Ye Chen said with a faint smile.
"Burp?"
"It's just dead!"
"Mr. Ye, are you serious?" Sakai looked at Ye Chen suspiciously.
"Don't believe it?"
Ye Chen didn't explain, he walked straight to the hospital bed and put a finger on Lao Yamamoto's instep, then closed his eyes and felt it.
"..."
The Sakai siblings and Yamamoto Ichiro were all dumbfounded when they saw this. They also knew Chinese medicine to take the pulse, but this was the first time they had seen someone take the pulse of the foot.
"The old man can live until tomorrow morning at most, so prepare the coffin!" Ye Chen said calmly.
"Then, what should we do?"
Sakai became anxious upon hearing this. The last thing she wanted was for her father to die, otherwise he would be ruthlessly suppressed or even killed by Yamamoto.
"Forget it, I'll make a prescription, you go and get the medicine!"
Ye Chen thought for a while and said: "But Sakai, after your father wakes up, he will take me to see Saito!"
"good!"
Sakai agreed without thinking, and said: "Even if my father refuses, I will take you to see Mr. Saito, but it's hard to say whether he will see me or not!"
"It doesn't matter, just take me to find him!" Ye Chen nodded.
"..."
Yamamoto Ichiro was dumbfounded. Was Sakai tired of living? He actually wanted to accompany Ye Chen to find Mr. Saito. Didn't he know that Mr. Saito hated Chinese people the most?
Ye Chen nodded with satisfaction, opened the old man's eyelids and took a look, and found that the whites of Lao Yamamoto's eyes had gradually turned black. I believe that soon his entire eyeballs would become pitch black!
"It's pretty cruel!"
Ye Chen smiled coldly, took back his hand, turned around and said to Sakai and the others: "Your father is not sick, but has been infected by corpse poison!"
"The corpse poison is coming?"
Everyone looked at each other in shock when they heard this, and Sakai asked curiously: "Mr. Ye, what is corpse poison?"
"Corpse poison is a kind of evil magic in Southeast Asia that lowers the head!"
Ye Chen frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "People who suffer from this type of decapitation usually live less than a month. Their bodies are corroded by corpse poison, and their internal organs are nourished by the decapitation master. It's very vicious!"
"Modern medicine can't detect anything. Unless we find a head-dropping master to resolve it, we will definitely die!"
"No wonder!"
Yamamoto Ichiro nodded thoughtfully: "My father's body collapsed in the past month. Doctors said that his internal organs were ablated, but they could not find the exact cause!"
"Nanyang?"
After listening to this, Sakai suddenly remembered something in her mind. She suddenly turned her head to look at Yamamoto Ichiro, and asked with an angry look on her face: "Yamamoto, is it your fault?"
"It turns out to be you!"
Fukuda was furious when he heard this. He pointed at Yamamoto and cursed: "Asshole, you hired Southeast Asian mercenaries to kill our siblings in China. I didn't expect you to dare to attack my father. I must tell everyone, you pig dog."
Inferior beast!"
"Baga!"
Yamamoto's face turned green with anger, and he gritted his teeth and retorted: "I want your sister to die so that I can successfully become the president, but I love my father deeply and will never do such a thing!"
"Also, I never hired mercenaries to kill you! Futian, how dare you slander me?"
"Who else is there besides you? Could it be Takeshi Yamamoto?" Fukuda asked, almost roaring, not to be outdone.
"..."
Yamamoto Ichiro suddenly fell silent when he heard the name, and Sakai seemed to have an epiphany. The two looked at each other, and finally Sakai spoke first:
"Probably not. Takeshi Yamamoto is obsessed with martial arts and never asks about the group's affairs!"
"Yes, but who else besides him?" Yamamoto Ichiro frowned.
Yamamoto Ichiro was so angry that his balls ached. He swore that he had never done any of these things, but now this 'shit plate' was placed on top of his head. He was so annoyed!
"Futian, stop talking and ask Mr. Ye to save my father first!"
Sakai glared at Futian, and then said to Ye Chen in a sincere tone: "Mr. Ye, please save my father, I can agree to all your conditions!"