Song Xiaodong actually meant well, but when Zhang Guojian saw that cocky, careless look on Song Xiaodong's face, he suddenly flared up, swung his fist and was about to hit him.
"What the hell do you know about medical skill? We kindly lent you gasoline and let you stay here in this Taoist temple, and now you're joking with me?" Li Wendao hurried forward and grabbed hold of Zhang Guojian.
"I'm warning you, if anything happens to my daughter, I'll never let you off!" Zhang Guojian was held fast by Li Wendao, yet still stretched out his hand, jabbing his finger angrily at Song Xiaodong.
Jiajia's boyfriend, Sun Hailong, the one who'd lent gasoline to Song Xiaodong, also walked up to him and said to Mr. Song: "Mr. Song, please stop joking. Even the two masters are powerless—what could you possibly do? Don't joke around anymore, Mr. Song, let us handle our own affairs."
