"You!" Zheng Yang was infuriated, humiliated. He had never been scolded like this in his life.
"Eight seconds left, seven seconds…" Su Han paid him no mind, slowly counting down, "six seconds, five seconds…"
Zheng Yang's heart tightened. Behind him, Yuan Minglang and others' Adam's apples bobbed, growing more fearful of Su Han.
They had tested Su Han's mettle before, especially Yuan Minglang, whose face felt like it was burning up again, as if the sensation was resurfacing instantaneously.
"We'll see about that!"
Zheng Yang gritted his teeth, not daring to show off his strength. If he had to kneel again, he would rather kill himself.
The few men fled disgracefully, like dogs who lost their home.
"Hmph, bullies who fear the tough, nothing but scum!" Qiao Yuman huffed.
Yu Lisi looked towards Su Han, amazed that this doctor could be so formidable, even the sons of major families like Zheng Yang feared him?
She gratefully said, "Mr. Su, I really thank you."
