The Patient Got Out of Bed

There was another possibility. Zhang Yang's background was something Zhang Qiang couldn't figure out. In fact, he was suspicious too. So many people believed in Zhang Yang—he definitely wasn't completely incompetent. What if...

Zhang Qiang was afraid of that possibility too. If Zhang Yang managed to cure Old Master Dai's illness, he would be out of a job, or at least his standing in the Dai Family would suffer.

Zhang Yang's method of treatment was very simple, and no one was surprised. They were only waiting for the results. Once the results appeared, they would surely shock everyone.

Everyone had gathered in the Living Room. By then, the maid had prepared tea, fruit, and snacks. The maid hoped the old master would live a long life. Otherwise, she would lose her job.

They sipped their tea cautiously. Who could have imagined that Zhang Yang would bring bodyguards with him to treat a patient? No one knew what they might say wrong. Even Dai Rongsheng, who had questioned Zhang Yang's Medicine, had fallen silent.

About half an hour later, excited shouts came from upstairs.

"The master is getting up! The master is getting up..."

Dai Rongsheng abruptly stood up. This was exactly what he had been hoping for. After hearing those words, he stared at Zhang Yang in shock. There was even a trace of gratitude and emotion in his eyes. He gestured briefly before sprinting upstairs.

The commotion inside the villa and the nurse's cries made Zhang Qiang, who had been smoking outside, frown. He tossed away his cigarette butt and rushed into the villa, running upstairs.

This was exciting news, but Zhang Qiang didn't see it that way. Perhaps the trouble had only just begun. It reminded him of another phenomenon—an apparent recovery just before death.

Jiang Haoran and