After divorcing my celebrity wife, I became the world's richest person Chapter 492 Artificial Worm

Chen Yu had not expected Dolan to be so anxious.

Since the other party had spoken to this extent, there was no need for him to be coy.

Guided by Dolan, he quickly ascended the stairs.

In a room on the third floor, Marco Milore lay as still as a corpse.

Chen Yu had heard of the old man a long ti ago, his deeds could very well be described as a legend in the business world.

The Milore family had been trendously wealthy for a long ti, but internal strife had never ceased.

Many excellent family mbers had been ostracized in such disputes and, having no choice, beca outcasts.

Marco was one of them!

However, he did not beco disheartened but quickly amassed his first pot of gold with his own intelligence and then used this wealth to swiftly build his own business empire.

Eventually, he regained the recognition of the Milore family with the power of his fortune.

Afterward, he completely reford the Milore family with his iron-fisted approach.

Even a world-class figure like him could not escape the vicissitudes of life and death.

Chen Yu sighed inwardly, then sat by the bed and grabbed Marco's pulse.

As soon as he felt the pulse, Chen Yu's pupils dilated suddenly.

There was a living worm inside Marco's head.

This creature seed to have been cultivated using so special technique, specifically to destroy Marco's brain neurons.

"Mr. Dolan, I need to perform a surgical operation here. Could you clear everyone out?" Continue your story on My Virtual Library Empire

Dolan hesitated, as many people in the room were professional doctors of the Milore family, and it seed sowhat inappropriate to ask them to leave.

Besides, these people were experts in the field of surgery and could be helpful if they stayed.

"Mr. Chen, I don't think that's necessary..."

Before he could finish, Chen Yu suddenly leaned in close to his ear.

"I suspect there are spies from the Childe family here, and whatever is in Mr. Marco's head is likely their doing."

Dolan gasped sharply and dared not delay any longer, imdiately ordering everyone in the room to be cleared out.

But there was an elderly doctor who absolutely refused to leave, gesticulating with a scalpel in front of him.

"You whippersnapper, I was treating patients before you were even born, and you have the gall to ask to leave! I've always been in charge of Mr. Marco's illness, and you want to drive us out without even looking at his case history—there must be sothing fishy!"

Dolan quickly stepped in front of the old doctor: "Mr. Stoke! It's not that we don't trust your dical skills, but Mr. Chen has so secret techniques when diagnosing, which are proprietary, so it wouldn't be appropriate for you to stay."

"What secret technique?" Stoke was relentless: "Don't be fooled by others, Dolan. Haven't there been enough charlatan doctors coming here lately?"

Dolan sighed helplessly and hurriedly approached Stoke.

"Sir, he is the current Sect Leader of the Xuanqing Sect. I believe he can definitely cure my father's illness. Please just step out for a mont! If he can't cure it, it won't be too late to deal with him then."

Stoke's expression stiffened montarily, he stared at Chen Yu with a strange look for a long ti before leaving.

Once everyone had left, Chen Yu sat down beside Marco and extended a finger to his forehead.

A scorching heat mixed with a current spread instantly throughout Marco's body, and the worm in his head was disturbed.

At this mont, Chen Yu already had a three-dinsional CT image of Marco's brain in his mind.

He carefully manipulated the electric current, wrapping around the insect's body, and pulled it out through Marco's nose.

After extracting the thing, Chen Yu imdiately began analyzing its composition.

So of the ingredients were patented by the Knights of the Round Table's laboratory.

It seed that the people from the Childe Family were the ones who had hard Marco.

Chen Yu did not stop there but continued to release the electric current, trying to reactivate Marco's necrotic neurons.

Ti passed, and suddenly, Marco coughed twice and sat up abruptly.

"Who on earth is trying to harm ?"

This shout startled everyone waiting outside; they rushed into the room without hesitation.

At the sight of Marco, everyone froze.

Marco had been in a comatose state for a full half-year, and all the doctors who ca to treat him were at their wits' end, yet Chen Yu had only been there for about ten minutes and Marco had actually regained consciousness.

"Mr. Marco, your body is still very weak, you need to rest well, and please try not to experience any severe emotional fluctuation."

As he spoke, Chen Yu pressed a few points on Marco's chest, causing him to faint.

Dolan hurried to the bedside: "Mr. Chen, how is my father now?"

Chen Yu presented the extracted insect to Dolan.

"Young Master Dolan, imdiately take this insect to the laboratory and study it carefully. Also, from today on, make sure no one gets near your father."

Dolan nodded repeatedly.

Just then, Stoke suddenly rushed to Marco's side, crazed, with a scalpel in his hand.

Chen Yu was shocked and quickly intervened to stop the old man.

"Old sir, Mr. Marco has just woken up with great difficulty, what are you doing?"

Stoke's eyes were vacant, his body trembled rapidly for no apparent reason, and he was making so unclear sounds from his mouth.

Chen Yu frowned, having never seen this condition before.

In a flash, he noticed a small black dot on Stoke's neck.

Without ti to think, he quickly reached out and removed the black dot.

Stoke then returned to normal, but he had no mory of his recent actions and was puzzled as to how he ended up there.

Chen Yu analyzed the black dot in his hand and realized it was a miniature pulse robot.

Once attached to the human body, it could control a person by bombarding their brain with specific pulse frequencies.

Chen Yu imdiately crushed the pulse robot in his hand and then covered the entire room with a system.

He only relaxed after confirming there were no other black dots.

However, the creation of such miniature robots was extrely complex, requiring particularly rare materials.

Managing to make one was already quite an achievent; mass production was impossible.

Dolan was sowhat agitated, shaking Stoke's shoulder non-stop.

"Old sir, the Milore Family has never wronged you, how could you do this to my father? That insect wasn't also placed in my father's brain by you, was it?"

The scene imdiately beca chaotic, a few bodyguards promptly stepped forward and surrounded Stoke.