As soon as the cause of Masao Mitsui was announced, there was an uproar.

Newspapers, news, and the Internet are full of reports about it.

The Mitsui Consortium is the largest consortium in the island country, and it involves a wide range of industries, from the retail industry's clothing, food, housing and transportation, to chemical high-tech, weapons and machinery.

Although it is now said that Toshiaki Mitsui controls the group, everyone knows that Masao Mitsui has not completely given up his position. As a result, these employees are increasingly worried -- like their partners, they simply don't feel comfortable that Toshiaki Mitsui can lead such a large consortium.

In a café, Toshiaki Mitsui and Yan Murong sat opposite each other.

"Mr. Yan, when can you treat my father? I don't know if I found what you need, if I can't find it, I can help. ”

Toshiaki Mitsui's tone was calm, but the anxiety on his face was clear.

In two days, he couldn't eat or sleep well, his partners made trouble, the media also made trouble, and he couldn't use the power of his family to plug the media's mouth, which confirmed people's speculation.

"Ready, anytime." Yan Murong said with a smile. The speculation in the past two days has been lively enough, and it is almost time, and if it drags on any longer, I am afraid that Mitsui Toshiaki will be suspicious.

"You look bad today." Yan Murong looked at Mitsui Toshiaki and said. "It seems that I haven't rested well, I don't get enough sleep, and the fire is rising, so pay attention to my body."

"Oh, there's been a lot going on these days, thank you for your concern." Toshiaki Mitsui said with a little gratitude, and he also felt that this man was not so annoying.

"I know." Yan Murong nodded. "I can't read your country's language, but there are always people around me who can read it—you won't suspect that I said it, will you?"

"How can this be?" Toshiaki Mitsui shook his head repeatedly. "Mr. Yan promised to help me treat my father's illness, Junming is very grateful, besides, Minghua Group also cooperates with our Mitsui Foundation, this matter is not on your head."

"Well, I'm really worried that you will doubt me." Yan Murong smiled. "I've got the stuff ready, so let's go and inform the media and tell them the truth."

"Thank you, Mr. Yan." Mitsui Toshiaki nodded, immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed a few calls to go out, and after arranging everything, he looked at Yan Murong and said. "Mr. Yan, look, when do you have time?"

"I have time at any time." Yan Murong said. "But not today, I need to go see your father's condition and find out the cause before I can decide on a treatment - so take me to see it first." ――

In a guest room of the Mitsui family's villa, Yan Murong's hand was on Mitsui Masao's wrist, his expression was extremely serious, his eyes were slightly closed, his brows were slightly furrowed, and Mitsui Toshiaki was watching it on the side.

After a while, Yan Murong let go of Mitsui Masao's wrist, and his eyes opened, but he lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Mr. Yan, how is my father's illness?" Toshiaki Mitsui asked anxiously.

"Hehe, Mr. Yan, you can just tell the truth." Seeing Yan Murong bowing his head in contemplation, Mitsui Masao also spoke.

Yan Murong raised his head, looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who was full of wealth, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth. "It doesn't matter, it's not a serious illness, I'm just thinking about what to do."

"That's great."

Hearing Yan Murong say that it was not a serious illness, Mitsui Toshiaki looked happy and said eagerly. "Mr. Yan, if you are fine, can you help my father with the diagnosis and treatment now?"

"Not yet." Yan Murong shook his head. "I don't have anything with me right now, how can I cure it? Besides, I have some things to ask your father. ”

"It's me who is abrupt." Mitsui said apologetically.

"It's fine." Yan Murong smiled, then turned his head to look at Mitsui Masao, and asked. "Although your illness is very strange, I can cure it, but before I treat it, I need to understand your situation and understand what causes your disease."

"Just ask." Masao Mitsui nodded and said. When he wasn't sick, he was exactly like a normal person, and he didn't look like a mentally ill person at all. Whether in language, behavior or thinking, it is no different from ordinary people.

"How many years have you been sick?" Yan Murong asked.

"It's been three years." Masao Mitsui raised his eyelids, thought about it for a moment, and said. "That's right, it should be three years."

"Did you get sick all of a sudden, or did you encounter something special? Or maybe you've had a brain injury? ”

"None of them." Masao Mitsui thought for a moment and said. "The illness came very suddenly."

"Nothing has happened to you? Haven't been hurt either? Yan Murong looked puzzled. In this way, the disease did come too suddenly. When he checked the pulse of Mitsui Masao just now, he found that although Mitsui Masao was a little obese, except for some high blood lipids, there were no other diseases, and high blood lipids caused by high blood pressure It is possible, but to say that it destroys the brain nerves, it is a bit fantastical, at least in today's medical community, no one has suffered from mental illness because of high blood pressure.

"Nope." Masao Mitsui said affirmatively.

"That's weird." Yan Murong thought for a moment and asked again. "How did you feel when you got sick? I mean pre-onset. ”

"It hurts." Masao Mitsui said. "My head would suddenly hurt and then I wouldn't know anything."

"Hmm." Yan Murong nodded, this is not difficult to understand, a mentally ill person like him is often not controlled by his mind when he is sick, and he can't even remember what he has done.

"Mr. Yan, how is it?"

Seeing that Yan Murong began to bow his head and ponder again, Mitsui Toshiming was a little anxious.

"It's a strange illness." Yan Murong raised his head, looked at Mitsui Masao with a calm face, grabbed his wrist again and began to check his pulse, but this time, it was a piece of internal qi that slowly entered Mitsui Masao's body.

"Ahh

Suddenly, Mitsui Masao's face changed, and his expression became extremely painful.

"Mr. Yan, what are you doing?" Mitsui Toshiming was shocked, and immediately stepped forward to pull Yan Murong away.

"Don't worry." Yan Murong let go of Mitsui Masao's wrist and suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Mitsui Toshiming looked at Yan Murong with some annoyance. "What did you do to my father?"

"I didn't do anything." Yan Murong chuckled. "Just found the real cause."