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"President He!"

Before Song Minghui could answer, a middle-aged man with black-framed eyes quickly squeezed out of the crowd, stretched out his hand and said respectfully, "My name is Xu Zhiyuan, I'm Cen... Old Cen's secretary!"

He paused for a moment and thought out a suitable name.

"Old Cen?!"

Lin Yu frowned slightly, a little suspicious, he never had any impression of this "Old Cen" in his memory.

"You may have seen Elder Cen face to face, but it must be not uncommon on TV!"

Dou Zhongyong on the side reminded in a low voice.

Lin Yu was startled for a moment, then his face changed suddenly, and he said anxiously, "Could it be that you are talking about our President Cen in the hot summer..."

"President He!"

At this time, Xu Zhiyuan suddenly interrupted in a low voice, "Some things are clear to you, there is no need to say them!"

Only then did Lin Yu drown his saliva with "gu dong", his heart was shocked, his face turned pale, and he asked anxiously, "Old Cen, what happened to his old man? Is he sick?!"

At this time, he has already guessed the matter seven, seven, eight, eight!

No wonder Qin Han said that this was a major event related to national security!

The fall of such an important person, which is related to the state affairs of a country and thousands of households in Yan Xia, really has an extraordinary impact!

It's no wonder that Qin Han and the others didn't dare to say a word!

Because the news of someone like Cen being ill spreads out, no matter domestically or internationally, there will be an uproar!

It is very likely that some unexpected mess will arise!

So the news must be completely blocked!

"Yes, I'm sick!"

Xu Zhiyuan nodded solemnly, and said with a grim expression, "And it's not optimistic! A week ago, he completely lost consciousness!"

"what?!"

Lin Yu's face changed, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. He turned to look at Dou Zhongyong and Song Minghui, and asked, "Old Dou, Mrs. Song, have you just arrived, or..."

He didn't understand, since Dou Zhongyong, Song Minghui, Wang Shaoqin and others were all there, why did Old Cen fall into a coma.

Unless Dou Lao, Song Lao and others are like him, not long after they arrived, it is too late to treat Cen Lao!

As soon as he asked this, Dou Zhongyong, Song Minghui, Wang Shaoqin and all the doctors present couldn't help but turn gloomy, lowered their heads, and seemed a little afraid to look directly into Lin Yu's eyes.

Dou Zhongyong sighed and said, "Jiarong, I'm ashamed to say, Lao Song, Lao Wang and I have been living here for a month..."

"For a month?!"

Lin Yu was suddenly startled and said in surprise, "Has Old Cen been sick for so long? Then since you are here, how could Old Cen..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly stopped, as if he suddenly realized something, his face was blue and white, and he said in shock, "Could it be that... even you can't cure his old man's disease?!"

Dou Zhongyong, Song Minghui, Wang Shaoqin and others stayed here for a month, but Cen was still in 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 a little flustered.

A disease that can be cured by so many genius doctors for a month can not be cured, what is the strange disease and difficult disease? !

"right!"

Song Minghui Zheng nodded, sighed and shook his head, "It's us old guys who are useless... After so many days, not only did the condition not get under control, but it made it worse..."

"Jiarong, we old guys have embarrassed our Chinese medicine doctor..."

The unspeakable loss and self-blame on Wang Shaoqin's face.

Several other old Chinese medicine practitioners buried their heads in their chests and faced Lin Yu shamelessly.

"Several seniors, don't say that! You are just scolding us!"

The male doctor in a white coat said hurriedly, "Faced with Elder Cen's condition, our western medicine is helpless. If it wasn't for a few seniors, I'm afraid that Elder Cen wouldn't be able to hold on to it now!"

"Yeah, thanks to a few old seniors!"

"The seniors are too modest!"

Several other doctors in white coats also nodded in agreement, with admiration written on their faces.

"Thanks to Mr. Dou and the others for this period of time!"

Xu Zhiyuan also nodded and sighed, "Unfortunately, Old Cen's physical condition is still deteriorating day by day!"

"Jiarong, some of our old fellows have lost their skills. Next, it's all up to you!"

Dou Zhongyong's expression froze, a pair of old and dim eyes suddenly brightened, and a flame of hope rose.

Now Lin Yu is the last reliance and the last hope of traditional Chinese medicine!