"I'll take care of this for you right now."
As Yin Tian spoke, he had already taken out a pack of silver needles from his pocket.
"It's going to hurt a bit, Mr. Feng, just bear with it."
Yin Tian reminded him softly.
Mr. Feng burst into an easy laugh upon hearing this, "Hahaha… Brother Yin Tian, just do what you need to do, what's a grown man like me to be afraid of pain for?"
"Alright, I hope it's as you say."
Yin Tian's voice sounded slightly odd as he then took out a silver needle from the pack and pierced it into a pus-filled bump on Mr. Feng's back.
"Ouch!"
Mr. Feng exclaimed in surprise, his face twisted in pain.
"A grown man, weren't you not afraid of pain?"
Yin Tian teased Mr. Feng with a smiling face.
Mr. Feng grimaced in pain, "I didn't expect... it to hurt this much..."
With the needle pulled out by Yin Tian, a pale yellow liquid began to flow from the bump.
Following that, Yin Tian repeated the process, lancing each of the other pus bumps one by one.
