Lu Ming stared with a steely blue face, his throat bobbing as he held back an impending outburst of anger.
"How could this happen?"
A few doctors simultaneously glanced at the embarrassed, crestfallen young man sitting in the aisle next to them.
"This gentleman..."
Before the doctor could finish explaining, Lu Ming violently and swiftly yanked the young man up from his seat.
"What did you do to her?" Lu Ming roared.
His thunderous anger was so palpable that he seemed ready to kill the man, his intimidating presence blowing full force on the young man's face.
The young man's face turned white with fear, overwhelmed by panic.
Frantically shaking his head and waving his hands, he insisted: "I...I didn't mean to...Miss Jing ran into me, knocking over the water bottle I was carrying!"
The young man answered timidly.
A doctor on the side cut in to explain, "He was carrying a disinfectant!"
