Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 650

Chapter 650: 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."

Mr. Huang has really been elevating him, repeatedly saying he wanted Yang Fan to learn medicine under him.

But Yang Fan really couldn’t stay put.

It’s not that he wasn’t interested, but he wanted to focus on making money and changing his circumstances first.

Studying medicine without a decade or so, it’s nearly impossible to get started.

"Don’t pull this on me, you’re not dumb, just a bit worldly," Huang Baoming shook his head and said, "But I understand that, even at my age I think about earning more, to say nothing of a young person like you."

"Let’s see how it goes in the future. If you feel like studying, just come find me, no need to stay here all day, just a few hours a day will suffice. Traditional Chinese Medicine, after all, is a treasure passed down by our ancestors. Not to mention anything else, if you learn it well, even if you don’t go for any certificates, or plan to treat others, at least later you can take care of yourself and your family without depending on anyone."

Yang Fan suddenly looked at Huang Baoming, "Mr. Huang, your terms are so reduced, I’m a bit overwhelmed. You wouldn’t be...?"

In the past, when Huang Baoming talked about this with Yang Fan, he demanded that Yang Fan stay in the clinic daily, learning by his side, observing disciple rites, for at least three years.

Back then, what he advocated was completely the traditional master-disciple relationship.

A disciple as dear as a son.

Suddenly, he lowered the conditions.

This made Yang Fan suddenly doubt his ears, and subconsciously wonder if Uncle Huang had gotten into some trouble.

Huang Baoming suddenly jabbed a needle down.

Yang Fan gasped in pain, "Uncle Huang, are you trying to kill me!"

"It’s just a needle, stop fussing," Huang Baoming said. "This old man is very sturdy, don’t think I’m going to kick the bucket anytime soon. Moreover, I do have a capable apprentice, Xiao Ying is learning very well."

Yang Fan realized, this old man was still upset at heart and deliberately giving him a hard time.

"Yes, yes, I misunderstood; please go gentler, Uncle Huang. Also, this needle feels somewhat off, you’re not using the nine needles on me, are you?" Yang Fan immediately chickened out; one must not provoke this old man when he is treating someone.

Huang Baoming laughed, "I knew you had a good intuition; you could even detect that. You guessed it right; I am indeed using the old nine needles. I’m not intentionally torturing you, but these needles are better at penetrating the acupoints. After this needle, just rest for two or three days, and you will be able to move freely. This injury won’t trouble your life at all."

Although what the old man said sounded reasonable, Yang Fan still suspected that Uncle Huang was doing it on purpose.

But Yang Fan dared not speak further, if he really upset Uncle Huang, those harmless acupoints might all end up being needled, which would certainly be extremely satisfying for Yang Fan.

"I just feel a bit of pity for you, kid," Huang Baoming suddenly said seriously. "Having a skill in this world is never superfluous. If you learn this well, your future life will definitely be better."

"I’m not denying that your current business is pretty good, but after all it’s not a stable job, you can’t rely on that your whole life. Look at the situation and consider it carefully. If you have some time, come over daily."

Yang Fan nodded seriously, "Mr. Huang, thank you, I’ll consider it carefully."

"You’re actually going to seriously consider it?" Huang Baoming’s voice suddenly rose, and he jabbed down with another needle.

"Ah..." Yang Fan groaned in pain and quickly held his breath.

This needle felt almost like being stabbed with a knife.

Mr. Huang’s old set of nine needles, Yang Fan had seen them too; the widest nearly half an inch and very long.

"Mr. Huang, I’ll learn, I’ll start learning now, no need to consider anything, my desire to study Traditional Chinese Medicine is incredibly strong right now," Yang Fan quickly shouted, having no choice, if he didn’t agree, he feared there would be more to endure.

Huang Baoming laughed merrily, "No rush, take your time to consider, this is a big decision, shouldn’t be made hastily. Take your time."

"No need, Mr. Huang, I don’t need any more time to think; rather, I have thought it through already, I really like it!" Yang Fan hastily said, "You have considered it so thoroughly for me, if I still hesitate, that would just show my ungratefulness."

"Such a great opportunity in front of me, I don’t want to easily give it up, I’ll start learning immediately."

Yang Fan didn’t know why Mr. Huang was so adamant about accepting him as an apprentice, but he knew if he didn’t agree now, the treatment would definitely be more troublesome, he’d surely suffer quite a bit.

Sparing a few hours every day is actually quite challenging for Yang Fan right now.

After all, he is really busy, but squeezing in the time to learn Traditional Chinese Medicine is indeed a good thing.