Old Mr. Bai knew, of course, that Yuchang meant Killian Shazabi, the third-generation junior brother of the Spirit Research Society. He was also a top graduate of the Empire's St. Su Luo Medical University, and one of the president's personal physicians and psychic bodyguards.
The medical school graduate's explanation had been so scientific that Old Mr. Bai immediately believed most of it.
"Indeed. The president's will has certainly become somewhat dispirited, but the change is still natural. Everyone who's been cowed by an unexpected turn of events ends up looking much the same." Mr. Bai sighed heavily.
However, Committee Chairman Shona, who was not a psychic, remained just as doubtful as before.
"No offense, Mingzhao, but I need a straight answer. Is Killian's report an authoritative conclusion?"
He wasn't a psychic, and that only made him more likely to imbue the occult with all sorts of lofty yet ineffable mystique. Trying to explain it with science and data, on the other hand, rather upended his traditional assumptions.
Yang Mingzhao understood his doubts, of course. This was, in fact, a typical problem for psychics like them. After a brief silence, he could only answer solemnly, "These are the results of the examination we were able to conduct. And please rest assured that we did not alarm President Nishita."
Chairman Shona gave a bitter smile. "That's not what I'm questioning."
Minister Bai spread his hands. "So the truth is, he's simply had a mental breakdown?"
"...Well, we can't jump to conclusions like that." Chairman Shona's rebuttal lacked much conviction.
Minister Bai struck the washbasin hard and said grimly, "Damn it, how could the president have ended up like this? How can a coward lead us to victory in this war?"
Chairman Shona glanced at the crack in the marble basin and swallowed,