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."
