He could feel that this man's strength was tremendous.
Trusting his instincts, Zhou Can knew he was no match for him.
The other man also seemed a bit surprised and gave him a couple of appraising looks.
When he pulled Zhou Can away just now, the two had actually already had a brief clash.
"Didn't expect you to have a bit of skill."
The man snorted.
Besides a trace of surprise, his tone carried far more deep-seated contempt.
A pro can tell at a glance.
This man's combat ability was indeed much stronger than Zhou Can's.
After all, sanda and fighting were only a hobby for Zhou Can, whereas this man's calloused hands clearly marked him as a professional.
Zhou Can's profession was being a doctor.
"Brother Wei, you mustn't be rude to Dr. Zhou!"
The patient shouted at the middle‑aged man.
His words worked; the middle‑aged man immediately stepped back two paces and no longer made physical contact with Zhou Can.
"Dr. Zhou, please don't take offense."
