"Senior, please spare my life!"
Yu Jinhe staggered, his face filled with horror. After scurrying into the room, he knelt before Lin Tian and began kowtowing, pleading for mercy.
His grizzled hair was a mess.
His pale, old face bore an expression of both terror and supplication.
Lin Tian, having glanced at the old man kneeling and continuously kowtowing, stood up and said indifferently, "You exaggerate, sir. From where does this talk of sparing life arise?"
Hearing Lin Tian's response, Yu Jinhe trembled all over, growing even more uneasy. He spoke in haste, "Senior, back at the Liiu Rong Renmin Hospital, it was this junior who failed to recognize a great man like you, and acted rashly towards you. I beg you to be merciful and spare my life!"
"How should I spare your life?"
Lin Tian looked at the man with a smile that was not a smile, and said with a cold laugh.
