Under the lamp light, Chen Yang quickly treated most of the wounds on Heipi's body.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and then took out his phone to check the time, it was already half-past nine in the evening.
Since five o'clock, he had been treating Heipi's wounds for nearly four and a half hours.
"Heipi's wounds have been treated. Give me a hand and carry him to my clinic. He definitely won't be able to go back tonight and must be observed in my clinic," Chen Yang said, taking a short rest before looking up at Heipi's gang and instructing them.
While Chen Yang was treating the wounds, his gang had been anxiously watching around.
Hearing what Chen Yang said, the gang members quickly nodded and organized themselves to carefully lift Heipi, who lay on the ground, towards Chen Yang's home.
As Heipi's wounds were almost completely tended to, the surrounding crowd also dispersed.
