Cherng Yong was drenched in sweat as he forced an awkward smile. "How could that be, Master? This is a misunderstanding..."
Zhou Siming's face was dark as he pointed to the onlookers, "Misunderstanding? Are they all here to witness a misunderstanding?"
He reprimanded loudly, "From now on, don't call me Master. I don't have a disciple like you!"
Cherng Yong trembled noticeably and with a thud, he knelt before Zhou Siming, "Master, this really is a misunderstanding. If I had known you were here, I wouldn't have come to challenge the clinic even if it killed me!"
Zhou Siming glanced at the people from Jerry Clinic and said, "Even if I wasn't here, do you think you have the right to represent the Western medical clinic in challenging a Traditional Chinese Medicine hall? You ungrateful thing, our TCM community does not need a disgrace like you!"
Cherng Yong's face was the picture of despair as he knelt down and pleaded for Zhou Siming's forgiveness.
