Chapter 446: The Visitor Means No Good

"Mm, I know. You should also rest early. Now that you can finally get a good night's sleep, there's no need to stay up so late," Mu Xi smiled slightly.

"Tomorrow I have to discuss cooperation issues with the 'Shenyuan' technology group from Fusang. I need to prepare well; the technology company under our He Clan needs their technical support," He Lingyun sighed slightly and said, "In terms of some technologies, we are still too weak."

"Leave these things to me," Mu Xi said. "Don't you trust me?"

"It's not that I don't trust you. You are the only person I can confide in by my side; if I don't believe you, who else can I believe?" He Lingyun smiled slightly. "It's just that the Huaxia region president of Shenyuan Company, Watanabe Ichimu, is quite difficult to deal with."

"So I must prepare well. The chips required for our He Family Technology's unmanned driving and intelligent robots need to support massive calculations. Currently, our domestic technology is hard to reach that level; only the supercomputing chips from Shenyuan Group can match our products."

"Alright then, but that old thing Watanabe Ichimu is difficult to deal with. Moreover, their Shenyuan has a close relationship with the Fusang 'Dusong Association', and the Dusong Association is one of the three famous violent organizations in Fusang. The relationships are very complex, so you must be careful," Mu Xi pondered.

"Don't worry. After so many years, what kind of big storms haven't I seen?" He Lingyun smiled slightly. "Watanabe Ichimu is in Fengling. The hotel he is staying at is the Berlin Villa Hot Spring Hotel. Tomorrow, I will find a way to meet with him."

"Good, I will find a way," Mu Xi nodded.

The next day, just as Chen Yu got up, someone came to visit.

This visitor was Wu Zhangbo, whom he had met at the banquet last time, along with his wife, Meng Huiyu.

Meng Huiyu had been in a vegetative state for several years; she actually should have died several years ago.

But the Dharma Cultivator Chixiao accidentally awakened in her body, so her current situation is similar to Chen Yu's—both have another soul living inside their bodies.

"Mr. Chen, it is very presumptuous to disturb you." Wu Zhangbo had good upbringing; he bowed slightly to Chen Yu and said, "I came here specifically to thank you this time. If it weren't for you, Huiyu would likely find it hard to wake up now."

"I am a Yisheng; it is just my duty, no need to be polite," Chen Yu said indifferently.

"I came today because I would like to ask Mr. Chen to check Huiyu's body again," Wu Zhangbo hesitated and said.

"She should be very healthy now," Chen Yu glanced at Meng Huiyu, or rather, Chixiao.

This woman had a cold and stern expression. She stood there as if she were a block of ice, and her eyes contained killing intent. Although she was very beautiful, other than Wu Zhangbo, it was likely no one would be willing to get close to her.

"The body is healthy, but the mind may not be. Mr. Chen, a healer has a benevolent heart. To put my husband at ease, please help us, this couple who have shared trials and tribulations," Chixiao's tone was very dissatisfied.

Obviously, Wu Zhangbo knew that the current Meng Huiyu was not his real wife, but he still wanted his wife's consciousness to recover.

He had likely suffered a lot these days, but unfortunately, the original Meng Huiyu was no longer there; it was Chixiao inside her body.

"Mr. Chen, please," Wu Zhangbo gave a bitter smile and bowed deeply to Chen Yu.

"This..." Chen Yu was in a difficult spot; he really didn't know what to do.

"You can keep begging him slowly; I won't keep you company," Meng Huiyu glanced at Wu Zhangbo and turned to leave.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chen. She has been like this since she woke up. Please don't mind," Wu Zhangbo apologized hurriedly.

"That's fine. I warned you before she woke up that she would be a different person after waking up," Chen Yu said. "As for you wanting to find your original wife back now, I'm afraid I can't do it."

"Is there... really no way at all?" Wu Zhangbo said blankly.

"No way. However, I can help you ask around," Chen Yu pondered.

"Really? Thank you so much, Mr. Chen. May I ask, is there a master even more powerful than Mr. Chen?" Wu Zhangbo was delighted.

"There certainly is, but I don't know them, and I'm not asking a person to help you," Chen Yu emphasized.

"Not asking a person?" Wu Zhangbo's face turned pale. "Could it be asking... a ghost?"

"Congratulations, you got it right," Chen Yu smiled. Last time when Ye Xinyu and her daughter were in trouble, he had gotten to know a certain Eighth-Rank Yin Official in the underworld. That guy's name was Yinxian; he would just ask him when there was an opportunity.

Wu Zhangbo's face turned even paler. If these words had come from someone else's mouth, he definitely wouldn't have believed them, but coming from Chen Yu's mouth, he felt it must be true.

"You have other matters, right?" Seeing Wu Zhangbo like this, Chen Yu felt this guy definitely had other things.

"Yes, coming here today, there is indeed something else I would like to ask Mr. Chen for help with," Wu Zhangbo said somewhat embarrassedly. "I have an elder, a Fusang person, who is currently feeling unwell. He deeply believes in Huaxia Traditional Chinese Medicine, so he came to Huaxia to seek medical treatment."

"A Fusang person?" Chen Yu frowned and said, "I won't treat him."

"Mr. Chen, I know you have your rules. The hatred between us and that nation is hard to resolve, but this elder of mine is pro-Huaxia. The rapid development of Huaxia technology cannot do without his support," Wu Zhangbo sighed and said. "So please consider it, Mr. Chen. If you truly cannot let go of the national hatred, then I will not force you."

"Is that so? Are you sure he is of great help to us?" Chen Yu asked.

"Absolutely true. When my grandfather was alive, he had an excellent relationship with him. He is the Asia region president of Shenyuan Group, and many pieces of equipment and technology are supported by the company he is in," Wu Zhangbo said earnestly.

"Mm, if that is truly the case, I can make an exception once," Chen Yu nodded and said. "Let's go, lead the way."

"Thank you, Mr. Chen. I will keep the favor owed to Mr. Chen in my heart," Wu Zhangbo said gratefully.

In a presidential suite of a villa hotel, Chen Yu met the elder Wu Zhangbo had mentioned, Shangchuan Jinghai.

He was already over seventy years old, with snow-white hair. Because of Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis, he was sitting in a wheelchair. The muscles below his legs had severely atrophied, and he could no longer stand.

Just as Wu Zhangbo had said, Shangchuan Jinghai respected Huaxia culture very much, and he could also speak fluent Huaxia language. Seeing Wu Zhangbo, he appeared very happy.

"Zhangbo, when I last saw you, you were only 8 years old. Haha, in a blink of an eye, you've grown so big," Shangchuan Jinghai said with a laugh. "Good, not bad. You have inherited your father's talent. I believe your future prospects are immeasurable."

"Thank you, Mr. Shangchuan. My ability is far from that of my father and grandfather. I came to Fengling because of a business trip, and hearing that you were seeking medical treatment in Fengling, I stopped by to visit you," Wu Zhangbo smiled slightly and said. "In addition, this Mr. Chen is a famous doctor in Fengling. I invited him over to diagnose you."

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Chen." Shangchuan Jinghai had very high quality; he nodded slightly toward Chen Yu.

"Mr. Wu, I have heard of Huaxia's Traditional Chinese Medicine, but I have always believed that if science cannot explain something, how can it cure Mr. Shangchuan's illness?" A doctor with an arrogant expression beside Shangchuan Jinghai spoke up.

This doctor was very young; he was Shangchuan Jinghai's exclusive doctor, named Tokugawa Masaru. He worked at the top-tier Tokyo Medical Science Academy and had achieved extraordinary things at a young age.

"Tokugawa-kun." Shangchuan Jinghai stopped him, then said politely, "I am very sorry, Mr. Chen. Tokugawa-kun spoke a bit too much."

"Mm, he is right, because in your Fusang, there are many people who are arrogant, blindly conceited, and view the sky from the bottom of a well like this," Chen Yu had no good feelings for these people, so naturally, he would not be polite in his speech.

"What did you say?" Tokugawa Masaru was enraged. "Is what I said not correct?"

"You are right, it makes a lot of sense," Chen Yu nodded and said. "Do you know what my greatest strength is? It is not arguing with the mentally disabled. President Wu, I have already given you face, and I have arrived in person."

"I can cure his illness, but they don't believe me, and I have no way to help, so I must take my leave first."

"Mr. Chen, I am truly sorry," Wu Zhangbo apologized hurriedly. "They don't understand the situation. May I explain?"

"You can explain all you want, but if they can listen to even a single word, count me as having lost," Chen Yu smiled. He glanced at Tokugawa Masaru and said, "You are a high-level talent from the Tokyo Medical Science Academy?"