Facing Pan Xiao'an's plea for mercy, Lin Dong snorted and said in a deep voice:
"Pan Xiao'an, do you think that I would let you off easily just because you apologize?"
Pan Xiao'an replied with an ugly expression, "Then what else do you want?"
"So you like to drink cross-cupped wine, huh? Fine, now, go drink cross-cupped wine with that Liao Ming!" Lin Dong pointed at Liao Ming and instructed Pan Xiao'an.
Upon hearing this, Pan Xiao'an's complexion changed.
His real face had already been trampled underfoot by Lin Dong, and if he were to drink cross-cupped wine with a man of no fame, his dignity would be trampled upon as well.
As for Liao Ming, his face underwent an even greater change.
If news of drinking cross-cupped wine with a man got out to the hospital, how would he ever face anyone as a doctor again?
He would probably be laughed to death by patients.
Angry, he pointed at Lin Dong and said: