Chapter 650
The masked man called "the boss" might have some tricks up his sleeve, but he’s certainly not that skilled.
At least, in front of Yang Fan’s strength, he was still a bit lacking.
Being able to be subdued by Yang Fan with a powerful move, he really can’t be considered skilled.
"Let me have a look." Huang Baoming fiddled with Yang Fan’s wound, took a closer look, then suddenly chuckled and said, "A big man like you coming in the dead of night to bother an old guy like me over such a small wound. You could just wrap it with a rag, take some random antibiotic, or if it’s really bad, pluck some dandelions from the field, and it would heal."
"Mr. Huang, I find it easy for you to say without feeling the pain. If I really did what you suggested, I’m afraid I’d be in big trouble," Yang Fan said flatly, lying on the clinic bed, "If conditions were harsh and there were no other options, I might endure it, but it’s not like we don’t have the resources now."
"Having you, a highly skilled doctor, and not using your expertise, but instead resorting to such crude methods, would be quite disrespectful, wouldn’t it?"
Huang Baoming laughed, "Oh, this kid and his smooth talking."
"I was just joking. If you didn’t come to me, I’d actually be upset. Don’t worry about bothering this old man, whether it’s a headache or a mosquito bite, any time you come, I’m here to treat you."
"I do like you, and have always wanted you to be my disciple, but you always find this excuse or that reason. Since we can’t be master and disciple, let’s just keep a doctor-patient relationship," Huang Baoming proposed.
Yang Fan laughed: "Mr. Huang, please no, I really don’t want to be sick all the time."
"Studying medicine now really takes a lot of effort, and it’s not something you can master in a day or two. Medicine is profound, it requires time to hone. Those formally trained spend five-six years learning and still know nothing after graduation. Me, not even having made it to college, would fare even worse."