Zhang residence.
Lu Tianlan led a doctor into the residence. "Doctor, look at what happened to our young master. He suddenly became paralyzed."
Actually, he was not paralyzed. He was just weak and couldn't move, so everyone thought that he was paralyzed.
The doctor entered the room filled with the smell of medicine and took Zhang Ziyang's pulse. He frowned. "There's nothing wrong with his body."
Lu Tianlan was a little dumbfounded. She had already hired four or five doctors, and every doctor said the same thing. "Doctor, are you sure there's no problem?"
The doctor looked at Lu Tianlan angrily. "If you don't believe me, find someone else." With that, he picked up the first aid kit and left.
Lu Tianlan was anxious. What should she do?
Zhang Ziyang, who was on the bed, also heard the doctor's words. He was furious and wanted to roar, but because he was powerless, the sound he made was very soft, like a kitten meowing.
