Looking at the black pill on the ground, Fang Tao's eyes widened, and his face fell, but he forced a smile.
"Come on, Young Master Sun, this... isn't this too unethical?"
"Damn it!"
Li Song glared and raised his tennis racket, ready to strike.
"I'll eat it, I'll eat it!"
Fang Tao quickly covered his head with his hands, not daring to hesitate any longer, picked up the pill, and swallowed it without a second thought.
Sun Zhe said calmly, "It might make your stomach ache later, but it won't kill you. But if too much time passes, I can't be sure you won't rot all over, turning into pus from head to toe."
Hearing this, Fang Tao felt a chill in his heart, crying with a pig face, "Spare me, Young Master Sun..."
Sun Zhe chuckled and added, "You know I'm a quack doctor, leaving so many patients disabled. I'm not sure what effects my medicine has either."
