This Is a Display Car. Don't Touch It

Neither of them brought up the subject of children in the end. Starting a family would take some planning.

Early the next morning, Zhang Yang received another call of thanks. It came from the once-arrogant Dai Rongsheng, and Old Master Dai was beside him.

"Mr. Zhang, thank you so much. My grandfather can walk on his own now." Dai Rongsheng could barely contain his excitement as he shared the news.

Zhang Yang wasn't particularly surprised. Everything had gone as he expected.

"Don't mention it. I took your money, so I dealt with your problem," Zhang Yang said casually.

A burst of noise came from the other end, as though someone were wrestling for the phone. Dai Rongsheng's voice faded: "My grandfather wants to speak with you..."

"Young miracle doctor, you gave this old man quite a scare. I thought my life was in your hands for good. But you brought me back to health. You saved my life, so tell me what you'd like in return. I'll grant it if I can."

The kindly voice was hard to reconcile with the Old Master Dai who had once commanded the business world. Zhang Yang found himself picturing a benevolent grandfather instead.

This was a perfect chance to ask for something extravagant without using any of the secrets he had gathered. But Zhang Yang knew where to draw the line. He had already taken twenty million from the Dai Family, more than enough for a few needles.

"There's no need, Old Master Dai. I've already received my fee," Zhang Yang said, declining the offer.

Old Master Dai laughed. "Then let me treat you to a meal. I'd like to see you again and thank you in person."

On the day of the treatment, Old Master Dai had struggled to speak. Now he