The stethoscope slammed onto Zhao Jinhai's head, making him clutch his head without daring to utter a sound, glaring hatefully at Xu Xiangbei.
Xu Xiangbei turned his face towards the suffering Ding Yong, smirking evilly, "Hurt, doesn't it? Let's do it again."
Upon hearing there would be another round, Ding Yong was scared out of his wits; he couldn't bear such pain.
Before he could react, Xu Xiangbei slapped his shoulder heavily, injecting an imperceptible thread of True Essence through the Jianjing point.
Ding Yong wanted to run but was firmly held by Xu Xiangbei, unable to move. The piercing pain struck again, not just his shoulder but half his body felt like it was being pierced by needles.
He burst into tears and knelt, "Big brother, spare me. The bet between you and Divine Doctor Zhao has nothing to do with me. I'm just here for treatment. I have elders above me and children below, please spare my little life."
