"I'm not selling to you, what can you do? Eat me?" Song Xiaodong looked at Zhifen triumphantly.
Zhifen was so angry that her chest was heaving violently, and she reached out to grab the Chinese medicine pills from the medicine box on Song Xiaodong's desk.
Song Xiaodong reacted quickly, "Bang," and slammed the lid of the medicine box shut, pinching Zhifen's hand fiercely.
Zhifen's hand was covered in blisters, itching intolerably at the slightest touch. After being slammed by the medicine box, it was even more painful and itchy, and she quickly withdrew her hand as if electrocuted, scratching hard on her right hand with her left, as if she wanted to tear off the skin.
"Hurry up, if the physician won't sell to you, then get out of the way!" The villagers queued behind began to grow impatient.
