"How dare you!" Han Baochang's face turned sullen. "To tie him up? Are you serious?"

Piao Zhenghuan turned pale and almost wetted his pants. His voice was trembling. "I'm from Koryo, and our ways of diagnosis include feeling the pulse that I can't do at this moment. Why don't you let anybody else do it first?"

"Cut the crap! It's your turn!"

Han Baochang pushed Piao Zhenghuan to the door and tried to persuade him, "Calm down. Our young master usually ...