Shocked, Tang Zhenhua looked at Qiao Liang, who held a small box in his hands. Tang Zhenhua couldn't see what was inside, however, as the box was covered by a pitch black silk. He held the stick tightly in his hands and pounded it twice against the ground, saying, "Lad, I've lived for more than 70 years. No one can threaten me!" To that, Qiao Liang firmly replied, "Just like Mr. Tang, I have lived for more than 20 years and no one can threaten me. If you want to get this box in my hand, please first accept the physical examination of the medical team I have brought here." With that, he changed the topic and sneered, "Mr. Tang, are you afraid? Are you afraid that you can't get the box in my hand after you receive a physical examination?"
Seeing that Tang Zhenhua didn't answer, Qiao Liang sneered again, "I didn't expect that Tang Zhenhua, the leading merchant for many years, was afraid of doctors. If this becomes known to others, Mr. Tang's great image will be shattered."
