Li Jiazhuang felt like he was about to explode. "You fucking want me to admit that I'm impotent; that's not enough, I even have to describe the process? Isn't this fucking bullying? Isn't this making me throw my face on the ground and use it as a doormat?"
Zhao Yang glanced at Li Jiazhuang and said, "Whether you say it or not is up to you, but if you haven't decided yet, I'll go see other patients first." After speaking, he made to leave again.
This time, however, Li Jiazhuang threw himself to the ground, clutched Zhao Yang's leg tightly, and pleaded, "I'm fucking begging you, don't go, can you not open that door!"
"I only see patients in the morning, and that's just a bit of time. Li Jiazhuang, I've fucking wasted half an hour here with you, do you know what half an hour means to me? Can you fucking do it or not, if not, get the hell out of here!" Zhao Yang cursed.
"Alright, I'll fucking tell you!" Li Jiazhuang yelled angrily.
