"Quick, quick, take me to the hospital."
Zhang Qiang struggled desperately, his eyes full of terror, while constantly shouting angrily at Wang Baoqiang:
"This is murder, this is a crime. When I return from the hospital, I'm going to sue you, I'm going to make sure you go to jail!"
Wang Baoqiang lay back and laughed up at the sky, the laughter echoing for a long time before it stopped.
In Zhang Qiang's bewildered gaze, he slowly took something from his pocket, unfolded it methodically, and held it up to his face: "You know the law so well, then take a look at this, what is it."
"Z City Mental Hospital Diagnostic Certificate?"
Zhang Qiang didn't react, but the young man closest to Wang Baoqiang was quick-eyed and read it out first.
Zhang Qiang screamed involuntarily, his eyes turning to terror.
The more Zhang Qiang struggled, the more excited Wang Baoqiang became.
