Zhuang Yuezhou lifted his foot and pressed it onto the man's chest, whispering, "Scream again, and I'll kill you."
The doctor probably hadn't expected Zhuang Yuezhou to be so fierce.
He trembled with fear, pinned to the ground by Zhuang Yuezhou's foot, stars bursting in his vision, dark circles forming under his eyes, quite pronounced and purplish.
"Young Master Zhuang, I really have no other choice," the doctor said helplessly. "If I don't do this, the old master won't be willing."
"I have an idea for you; do you want to try it?" Zhuang Yuezhou looked down at him from above.
"You, you say it."
Zhuang Yuezhou withdrew his foot, squatted down, and whispered to him: "You take out yours, take it away, and say it's mine, and you'll have passed the test."
"Young Master Zhuang, you, you can't set me up like this." The doctor was helpless: "I have no choice. How can I impersonate? In the future, lab tests won't match, and I will be responsible."
