The medicine seller saw that neither coaxing nor coercion had worked, so he said, "Since Master Zhao insists on having this prescription, please wait a moment. I'll go get it for you right away."
The fat man laughed. "Since you know what's good for you, I won't make things difficult. Bring the prescription quickly, and I'll spare your life."
Seeing this, the man turned back to the bundle, dawdled there for quite a while, then carried it over. Once he drew near, he reached into the bundle and said, "Master Zhao, take it."
Fatty Zhao smiled and held out his hand.
Who would have thought that the man would flick his wrist and pull a sharp dagger from the bundle, stabbing straight at his heart? Fatty Zhao had been dreaming sweet dreams, never expecting murderous danger to flash before his eyes. He was instantly scared out of his wits, his face turning ashen. Not knowing how to dodge, he covered his head with his sleeves and shouted, "Fugui, come save me!"
Who was this Fugui, you ask? He was the head of the servants. At the moment, he was directing his underlings to tease the monkey into doing somersaults. It was not that he had neglected his duty; seeing the man go soft in the bones and beg for mercy, he had assumed he was like the unfortunate victims they had encountered before, with no challenge to speak of. That was why he had left his master and come over to amuse himself. But when he heard the fat man cry for help and looked up, the man had already rushed before him. The dagger flashed; blood would spill in the blink of an eye. Fugui was so terrified that his liver and gallbladder seemed to split apart. He groaned