Treat a Radish Like It's Ginseng

Shen Tian's face was red up to his ears as he struggled to pull his hand away.

　But Qin Yu's grip was as tight as an iron vise and Shen Tian's hand was stuck.

　　Realizing that Shen Tian had scrunched up his face, Qin Yu asked in a concerned tone, "Mr. Shen, what's the matter? Why are you grimacing? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

　　Qin Yu's words made Shen Tian's blood boil.

　　"Why are you not speaking? Mr. Shen, I am something of a medical practitioner myself. Why don't I take a look at your condition?" Qin Yu offered flippantly.

　　"L-Let go of me!" Shen Tian roared in rage.

　　"Ah. Why didn't you say so earlier?" Qin Yu acted like he had an epiphany and released his clutch.

　　Qin Yu's sudden release caused Shen Tian's body to lose balance. The taller man took several steps backwards in an attempt to stabilize himself. But he ended up plonking onto the ground, landing heavily on his backside.