Zhang Qiang, the Private Doctor

Zhang Yang knew all this already, but he still listened to Dai Rongsheng's introduction with interest.

Zhang Yang had more than enough power to crush Dai Rongsheng and leave him no chance of recovery, but that was not his goal. If he wanted to fleece a sheep, he could not fleece it to death. There were so many powerful families in Gong City, and he could find problems with all of them. If he destroyed them all, Gong City would be ruined. They had done wrong, but wiping them out in one sweep would not serve his interests.

"Grandma passed away years ago. Grandpa lives here with a housekeeper and a private doctor looking after him," Dai Rongsheng continued.

A life of wealth had once been beyond Zhang Yang's imagination. But after a thousand years of being trapped, he had come to understand it. He had even experienced it himself.

No matter how prominent a man had been in his prime, or how vast his fortune, there would come a day when it all became a fleeting memory.

Fortunately, Old Master Dai had a house full of children and grandchildren, including a few who were devoted to him. His later years were comfortable, both materially and emotionally.

With so many people arriving at the Dai Family's old villa at once, the housekeeper was run off her feet, preparing tea, fruit, and snacks.

The doctor and nurse could hardly leave their posts. Even their daily needs were taken care of by the housekeeper.

Zhang Yang was a straightforward man. After entering the villa and taking a quick look around, he got straight to the point. There was no need to waste time on small talk.

"Where's Old Master Dai? I'll take a look at him." Zhang Yang could not bear to