"No! You can't die!"
"Ziyan!"
"Ruanruan!"
"Yan!"
"Ruan!"
The private doctor tried to interrupt the melodramatic couple. "She's not going to die. A cut like this won't kill anyone unless it gets infected with a virus."
Lin Ruanruan slowly collapsed backward, putting on an exaggeratedly sickly and frail expression. "But I've lost so much blood. Ah..."
Only then did Ziyan unleash his domineering CEO persona. He let go of Lin Ruanruan's hand, whipped around, grabbed the private doctor by the collar, and growled in a harsh, overbearing tone, "If Ruanruan dies, I'll have you buried with her!"
Ordinary folks in the ancient Plane felt their scalps tingle.
"Wait, never mind whether this Miss Lin is going to die or not—why should someone be buried alive just for coming to treat a patient?"
"So overbearing. Truly overbearing. I was wrong; I thought this modern man's overbearingness would be somewhat gentle, but he's just as unreasonable as those great lords."
"Who does he think he is? The Son of Heaven? He threatens to bury people at the slightest disagreement, and the poor doctor is completely innocent!"
"Isn't this just a single drop?"
Unfazed, the private doctor pulled a magnifying glass out of his medical kit and zoomed in on the spot on the floor where Lin Ruanruan had supposedly bled so much. The screen zoomed in to reveal a bloodstain about the size of one-fifth of a fingernail.
Yet the overbearing CEO Ziyan turned a blind eye and a deaf ear to this. He spun around and ordered …
Chapter 211