People have many sides

"..." Dai Rongsheng lowered his head. His arrogance as a privileged young master had taught him a costly lesson today, and he had barely been able to fight back.

If Zhang Yang knew even this secret, he might know much more. This young man was not someone to provoke.

"President Dai, have some tea. We can keep discussing this. Old Master Dai's illness can't wait." Lin Dongqiang felt rather awkward too. Presumably, once this was over and Zhang Yang had left, Dai Rongsheng would demand an explanation from him.

If questioned, Lin Dongqiang could laugh it off and let the matter pass. After all, his relationship with Zhang Yang was special—at least, that was what other people assumed. Their fear of Zhang Yang gave Lin Dongqiang confidence that no one would dare target him.

No matter how powerful someone was, they always had a weakness. Zhang Yang had seized on these people's weaknesses, and the secrets he held could make many people bow their heads.

Dai Rongsheng stared at Lin Dongqiang. He had nothing left to say. All he could do was question Zhang Yang's medical skills. If Zhang Yang failed to cure his grandfather and instead sent him to his grave during the house call, Dai Rongsheng would bear a terrible responsibility, and his position as president would once again be threatened.

Lin Dongqiang did not doubt Zhang Yang's medical skills. So far, at least, Zhang Yang had encountered no difficulty treating illnesses. He had even dared to intervene and treat Jiang Haoran when his condition flared up. What other illness could he not attempt to treat?

Besides, Zhang Yang would not be foolish enough to insist on showing off when he could not cure someone and end up causing a death. One might survive a calamity sent by