A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Mayumoto and Youcai left Gu Feng's house and drove on the road.

Seeing that Ma Youben was restless, Youcai couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, do you really believe that Gu Feng can cure your illness?"

"Believe it? Why wouldn't I believe it?" Mayumoto asked in return.

"But no matter how I listen to it, I feel that his treatment method is very risky." Youcai's tone was full of worry.

"Cai Zi, you don't understand. Chinese medicine is profound and extensive. Those miraculous prescriptions and remedies are not unfounded. There were countless famous doctors in ancient China: Bian Que in the Spring and Autumn Period, Hua Tuo, Dong Feng, and Zhang Zhongjing in the Eastern Han Dynasty, Ge Hong in the Jin Dynasty, Zhu Zhenheng in the Yuan Dynasty, Li Shizhen in the Ming Dynasty... Which one of them isn't recorded in historical books? The treatment methods are incredibly diverse and bizarre. Take Hua Tuo, for example, who was most skilled in surgery and acupuncture. The medical community is most wary of inserting needles more than four-tenths of an inch into the body, for fear of damaging internal organs. But Hua Tuo could manipulate needles freely without any such limitation. As for Bian Que, he could diagnose illnesses by observing the qi (vital energy) and could be almost entirely accurate just by looking at the patient's complexion and expression—just like your classmate just now."

When the topic of Chinese medicine came up, Ma Youben became quite talkative, speaking fluently and eloquently.

Rapeseed was a little confused.

Is Uncle possessed, or has he been blinded by lard?

Chinese medicine is legendary, but it's all written in books, and it's been around for so long, who can verify it? Not to mention the method Gu Feng described, which is more like a shamanistic ritual than a treatment.

She even suspected that the method was something Gu Feng had made up to amuse himself.

The goal was to humiliate her uncle while also humiliating her.

If that's really the case, then you, surnamed Gu, have dug your own grave.

Rapeseed thought bitterly.

Right now, Mayumoto has completely trusted Gu Feng and practically worships him like a god.

No amount of persuasion from me would change anything, so I could only ask, "Uncle, are you really planning to have him treat you?"

"Of course. Naoko, you know how many doctors I've seen for this illness, and they all said there was nothing they could do. Now I'm at my wit's end, just waiting to die. But your classmate says he has a solution, how could I not seek treatment?" Mayumoto said, then became suspicious. "Naoko, before we came here, didn't you praise your classmate for being so amazing? Why are you hesitating now? Is he a charlatan?"

"Of course not," Youcai quickly denied, then added worriedly, "I'm just worried about the money. Do the math, one thousand taels of gold per treatment is over fourteen million. If you really need seven or eight treatments, that'll be close to a hundred million. Can you come up with that kind of money in a short time?"

"It is indeed a lot of money, but if we pool our resources, it shouldn't be a problem," Mayumoto said.

"Uncle, if you don't have enough, I have some more here."

How much do you have?

"Eight or nine million, less than a thousand."

"I have about sixty or seventy million that I can manage. If all else fails, I can borrow some from your second uncle. Money, you can't take it with you when you die. As long as you're alive, you can always make a comeback." Ma Youben's tone regained some of its former composure.

"Second Uncle?" Youcai was taken aback. "Would he lend it to me?"

"It's just a loan, not a demand, why won't they agree... Sigh, I have to give it a try."

"How about I report this to my family and ask them to allocate funds?" Youcai suggested.

"No need, I can handle the money myself," Mayu Benyi refused decisively. He turned to look out the car window and saw that they had arrived at Youcai's apartment, so he said, "Don't worry, Uncle will definitely get through this."

"Yes, Uncle, please be careful in everything you do," Youcai said before getting out of the car.

The car got back on the road, and the driver asked where they were going. Mayumoto thought for a moment and said, "Back to the company."

Half an hour later, the car stopped at the port and drove into the gate of the large seafood trading company called "Keung Kee".

The security guard recognized the license plate and immediately pressed the electric gate.

The retractable gate slowly opened, and several guards stood by the gate at the same time, bowing 90 degrees in unison to the car that drove in.

After entering the company and passing through multiple security gates, Mayumoto took the private elevator to the ninth floor.

He sat down in that ridiculously luxurious office and pressed the speakerphone button: "Yunshan, please have the Second Vice President come to see me."

"Hey!" came the reply from the other end of the phone, and then the call ended.

Not long after, there was a knock on the office door.

An extremely obese middle-aged man squeezed in.

This person is none other than the legendary Mayumoto.

For Mayumoto, being fat is not a flaw, but an attitude;

Meat is not a burden, but a source of vitality;

The circle doesn't refer to the Earth, but rather to a body shape.

"President, you wanted to see me?"

Mayumoto's speech, like his other self, always exudes a cheerful air.

Although when he smiles, you can only see his mouth on his face, and you can't see his eyes which are squeezed into slits by flesh.

But he just loves to laugh.

Mayu looked at her younger brother, speechless. Born of the same parents, how could they be so different?

"Ben Er, there's something I want to discuss with you," Ben Yi said.

"Please speak, President." Ben Er said with a beaming smile.

"Could you lend me some money?" Benyi asked, somewhat embarrassed.

Talking about money really does hurt feelings.

Mayumoto's smile instantly vanished, replaced by a mask of embarrassment: "Borrow money? That's against the rules. You do your smuggling business, I do my murder business. Although we're under the same company, you do yours, I do mine, and we don't interfere with each other. Our accounts are never combined."

"It's not business. It's personal; I'm asking you to lend it to me privately."

Talking about feelings definitely costs more money. Mayumoto's smile faded, and she asked, "How much do you need?"

"Forty million."

"So many?" Mayumoto was a little surprised.

It's not that he's short of money; he could easily scrape together forty million.

But this guy is never short of money, so why does he suddenly need to borrow so much?

"What do you need the money for?"

"If you want to lend it, then lend it; if you don't, then forget it. Why ask so many questions!" Benyi was annoyed.

"Damn, people say you have to act like a grandson when borrowing money and a grandpa when paying it back. You haven't even gotten the money yet, and you're already acting like a grandpa to me?" Ben Er said sarcastically.

Clearly, he was not afraid of his older brother.

So, are you going to lend it to me or not?

"I can lend you money. But..." Ben Er deliberately dragged out the word, his chubby face giving off a "you know what I mean" look.

"You son of a bitch, you're haggling with your own brother? Are we even brothers?!" Ben Yi roared.

"Am I not your son's son?" Ben Er roared back. "We're brothers, but even brothers have to keep clear accounts. My money didn't fall from the sky. I work hard killing people to earn a few coins? Your smuggling shipment is worth several of my trips. And you still have the nerve to ask me for money!"

Ben was taken aback by the shout, and after a long pause, he said in a low voice, "All my money is tied up in stocks. Besides what I have to hand over to the family according to regulations, there's not much else I can use in my account. That's why I came to you."

"A prostitute? Someone like you, you can't even afford one?" Benyi looked him up and down.

"Why not? Money makes the world go round, let alone hiring someone to push your butt!" Ben Er said confidently.

Ben was speechless for a moment. After a long pause, he finally asked, "After all this rambling, are you going to lend it to me or not?"

"Sure, it's rare for you to ask, brother." Ben Er laughed again, but his laughter was full of shrewdness. "But let's get this straight, even brothers should keep clear accounts. If I were to lend this money to someone else, I'd charge at least six percent interest. But since you're my brother, I'll give you three percent. Also, you'll have to pledge one percent of your shares in the family as collateral."

"Damn it, if you're so shrewd, why are you still killing people? You might as well become a loan shark!" Benyi cursed angrily.

"Hehe, brother, you don't know, I also lend money at exorbitant interest rates." Ben Er laughed shamelessly.

Ben Yi was completely exasperated and waved his hand impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense and give me the money!"

"Okay, I'll have someone draft an agreement right away." Ben Er agreed with a grin, then casually asked, "By the way, bro, what exactly do you need the money for?"

"Damn it, I have melanoma, I need to borrow money for treatment!" Ben finally snapped and yelled at him.

Ben Er was stunned, then laughed: "Damn it, I don't believe your nonsense!"

Ben remained silent, feeling a tightness in his chest.