Chapter 130: A Fraud

Chen Yu left and took out his phone to dial Datian: "Datian, help me keep an eye on Zhou Hongru and his son at Mingshun Medical Hall; they should have a den for manufacturing fake medicine."

"Boss, don't worry, this is a small matter." Datian agreed immediately.

The strength of these retired comrades-in-arms of Lin Kaicheng was truly formidable, especially Datian, who had once infiltrated enemy territory for over ten days during a border conflict without being discovered; having him investigate these matters was best, and there should be news soon.

After the call, Chen Yu remembered he had to go to Zhang Ziming's house today to see his granddaughter; he had almost forgotten after a busy day, so he hurriedly contacted Zhang Ziming, got in his car, and rushed to his home.

Previously, Mingzhu Pharmaceutical Factory had fallen into a financial crisis, so Zhang Ziming had mortgaged all his properties; his son and daughter-in-law both worked in public institutions, and now the whole family was squeezed into the factory's staff dormitory.

Zhang Ziming's son and daughter-in-law were busy with work, and his wife went out to do odd jobs to earn medical expenses, so his home appeared somewhat destitute.

Chen Yu felt a bit emotional; Mingzhu was formerly a state-owned enterprise and later privatized, and Zhang Ziming could have easily lined his own pockets in his position, yet he did not; he was an upright man, and if he hadn't acquired Mingzhu, he probably wouldn't have been able to hold on.

"President Chen, sorry to trouble you to come all this way so late. Come, Yinyin, this is Uncle Chen; he has come to help you with your illness." Zhang Ziming pulled out a little girl from behind him.

The little girl was over five years old and looked somewhat haggard due to her illness; she wore a medical headgear on her head, with wires inside connecting to an instrument on her body.

"Is this Brain Wave Therapy? Is Yinyin's problem on a mental level?" Chen Yu was slightly stunned.

"You could say that. I don't know the reason, but half a year ago, she was perfectly fine when she suddenly started having full-body convulsions, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted. All check-ups were normal, only the cerebellum echoes were slightly abnormal, so it was diagnosed as this type of disease, requiring Brain Wave Therapy." Zhang Ziming sighed.

"Alright, I understand." Chen Yu stared at the little girl, vaguely seeing a trace of black Qi between her brows, and he smiled: "Does it happen every night at eight or nine o'clock without fail?"

"Yes, yes, it's exactly at eight, and it's already seven-thirty now." Zhang Ziming nodded.

"Your name is Yinyin, right?" Chen Yu held the little girl's hand and smiled: "This isn't an illness, but because you are too pretty, you've been targeted by some bad things. Uncle will help you chase them away now, okay?"

"Okay." Yinyin nodded. When Chen Yu spoke, he used his Mental Power to intervene, and his tone was extremely approachable, so she took the initiative to speak.

"President Zhang, please step aside for a moment." Chen Yu looked up.

"Alright, sorry to trouble you, President Chen." Zhang Ziming nodded and was about to step out.

"Dad, I'm back. I've invited the famous Divine Doctor Xue; he will definitely be able to cure Yinyin." Just then, a woman walked in; she was Zhang Ziming's daughter, Zhang Jing, and behind her followed a middle-aged man with an arrogant expression.

The middle-aged man wore a long robe, carried a medical kit, and had a look of looking down his nose at everyone.

"Jingjing, this is President Chen; he says he has a way to cure Yinyin's illness." Zhang Ziming was stunned.

"Him?" Zhang Jing glanced at Chen Yu and then said unhappily: "Dad, Divine Doctor Xue just arrived in Fengling. I work as a copywriter in the Municipal Party Committee office, and Divine Doctor Xue was specially invited from out of town by our Mayor Zou; I had to swallow my pride to invite him home to take a look at Yinyin."

"Do you think Divine Doctor Xue is so easy to invite? Our mayor also used many connections to invite him. Is this person you found reliable? Don't be desperate and trust just anyone."

"Don't talk nonsense. President Chen is the person in charge of Tianyun Pharmaceutical; thanks to him, we were able to overcome our difficulties." Zhang Ziming hurriedly stopped her.

"So he is the one who acquired our Mingzhu?" The anger on Zhang Jing's face grew stronger: "Hmph, taking advantage of someone's misfortune."

"President Zhang, I'd better take a look at Yinyin first. It's almost eight o'clock; having a seizure is extremely damaging to her nerves, so let's try to avoid it." Chen Yu had no intention of arguing with her and checked the time.

"Alright, sorry to trouble you, President Chen." Zhang Ziming nodded.

"Hmph, Secretary Zhang, it seems your family doesn't quite trust me." That Divine Doctor Xue let out a cold snort, looking very dissatisfied: "If it weren't for your niece's young age and your sincere attitude, do you really think you could have invited me?"

"I'm sorry, Divine Doctor Xue, my dad is confused." Zhang Jing was startled and stomped her foot: "Dad, why don't you understand? Do you think Divine Doctor Xue is really willing to make this house call?"

"And you, surnamed Chen, don't you have any self-awareness? Divine Doctor Xue is already here, why haven't you moved aside? Do you think your Medicine is better than Divine Doctor Xue's?"

"Jingjing, shut up." Zhang Ziming was angry; he had inquired and knew Chen Yu was no ordinary person, so why was his daughter being so outspoken?

"Divine Doctor Xue's Medicine might be good, but he can't help with Yinyin's illness." Chen Yu shook his head.

"What did you say?" Zhang Jing shrieked: "Do you know who Divine Doctor Xue is?"

"Young man, you speak without knowing the immensity of heaven and earth." Divine Doctor Xue sneered: "There is no illness in this world that I, Xue Yichuan, cannot cure."

"Am I giving you too much face?" Chen Yu frowned, losing his patience; he saw at a glance that this guy was a traveling charlatan, and if he didn't treat Yinyin now, it would be too late.

"What did you say?" Xue Yichuan's face turned pale, his expression indignant.

"With such brilliant Medicine, why are you wearing a wig on your own head?" Chen Yu swept his right hand, *slap*, the wig on Xue Yichuan's head was swept off, revealing his bald head.

"Aren't you a Divine Doctor? You can't even manage hair Regeneration?"

"Bastard, you..." Xue Yichuan was furious; no one knew he was bald, and the hairpiece he wore was specially made—how did Chen Yu see through it at a glance?

"You have high blood pressure yourself, right? Your gastritis is from drinking, isn't it? Also, looking at your sallow complexion, you have liver disease, don't you? As a Divine Doctor, you can't even cure these small ailments on yourself?" Chen Yu sneered.

"You're talking nonsense, I'm in perfect health; many wealthy people read the health books I publish." Xue Yichuan panicked slightly; how did Chen Yu see his ailments?

"Oh, health preservation? Then how much do you know about your family's hereditary heart disease history?" Chen Yu sneered: "Skipped-generation inheritance; your grandfather died of heart disease around the age of forty, right? Your father might have been fine, but since it's skipped-generation, it must be you."

"What did you say?" Xue Yichuan was stunned and began to panic: "How do you know my family's hereditary disease history?"

"Claiming to be a Divine Doctor and you don't even understand this?" Chen Yu laughed: "Traditional Chinese Medicine Observation of Qi can reveal not just you, but your ancestors for eight generations through your physical manifestations. Looking at your grayish-purple complexion, indifferent expression, and short breath, this is a symptom of both heart and Qi decline. You're 37 this year, right?"

"Yes, yes, 37." Xue Yichuan nodded repeatedly; he already felt that Chen Yu was not easy to deal with.

"Skipped-generation inheritance; if I'm not mistaken, your grandfather should have died of a heart attack at 40. You're better off than him, with a recurrence around 42. You have five years left, cherish them well." Chen Yu said indifferently.