Chapter 26

Seeing Yang Hui'e about to go out with her basket, Feng Wenbo suddenly remembered what Xia Yunjie had said, and his heart stirred. He quickly put down his work and called out to Yang Hui'e, "Hui'e, I'll go buy the vegetables today. You stay at home."

"Why should I stay at home when I have nothing to do and can go buy vegetables? Why do you suddenly want me to stay at home?" Yang Hui'e looked at Feng Wenbo in confusion and asked.

"Uncle Master said it's not a good day for you to go out, as there might be a bloody disaster!" After many years of marriage, Feng Wenbo didn't need to lie to Yang Hui'e. He told her the truth, but as he spoke, he remembered that Yang Hui'e didn't believe in such things, so his confidence wavered a bit.

"Uncle Master? Old Feng, you're a university professor and a famous figure in the field of traditional Chinese medicine. Can't you be a bit more sensible? How old is Xia Yunjie? How old are you? Calling him Uncle Master, you should think about your son too. He's the Party Secretary of Jiangzhou City. If people find out his father calls a young kid Uncle Master, what will they think? And what about not going out and a bloody disaster? Only superstitious people talk like that. How can a university professor believe such nonsense, especially when it comes from a young kid? How should I even talk to you?" Yang Hui'e, who usually didn't mind Feng Wenbo's belief in feng shui, let him stick talismans if he wanted to, as everyone's beliefs should be respected. But today, Feng Wenbo recognized a young kid as his Uncle Master and, more incredibly, wanted her to stay at home just because of his words. Even after many years of marriage and a deep bond, Yang Hui'e couldn't help but get angry at Feng Wenbo, then stormed out with her basket.

Watching Yang Hui'e's angry back as she left, Feng Wenbo opened his mouth to call her back but ultimately swallowed his words. He thought, "Forget it. Divination and fortune-telling are profound and intricate arts. Even our Grandmaster said he had only just begun to understand them, and my father never even touched the surface. Uncle Master is young and has probably only learned a bit. I shouldn't take his words so seriously. Why did I argue with Hui'e over this? If she comes back safe and sound, she'll think even less of Uncle Master, believing he's just a charlatan. I really am getting old and confused!"

Feng Wenbo thought to himself and couldn't help but slap his forehead in frustration.

But just as his hand hit his forehead, he heard a familiar "Ouch!" from outside the wall, followed by the sound of a bicycle or motorbike crashing to the ground.

Feng Wenbo's heart skipped a beat. Without thinking, he dropped the watering can and ran out, despite his age.

Just outside the door, about ten meters away, he saw Yang Hui'e sitting on the ground, her hands supporting her, with fresh blood pooling around her left hand, which was particularly striking in the sunset. In front of her was a flipped-over bicycle, and a young man, who looked like a student, stood there in a daze, repeatedly saying "Sorry."

Seeing the blood, Feng Wenbo immediately thought of the bloody disaster Uncle Master had mentioned. He never imagined it would come true so quickly, right after his wife went out.

But there was no time to think about the bloody disaster or regret not stopping Yang Hui'e. He rushed over and squatted down, asking, "Hui'e, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"I should be fine, just my palm was cut by glass," Yang Hui'e said, frowning.

Feng Wenbo then noticed a small piece of glass where Yang Hui'e's left hand had landed, which had cut her, causing a lot of blood to flow. He felt a bit relieved and quickly helped her up, saying, "Thank goodness it's just a cut from the glass..."

"Ouch!" Before Feng Wenbo could finish, Yang Hui'e, who was trying to stand with his help, suddenly gasped, her face turning pale, and cold sweat rolled down her forehead like beans.

Feng Wenbo, an old TCM doctor, saw her face and immediately changed his expression, asking, "What's wrong, Hui'e? Did you hurt a bone?"

"My left buttock hurts a lot," Yang Hui'e said through gritted teeth, looking very painful.

Feng Wenbo's face changed again, and he quickly said, "Lie still, don't move. I'll call an ambulance."

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Is it serious?" The student, already scared by the sight of Yang Hui'e bleeding, turned even paler when Feng Wenbo mentioned a bone injury.

"Look at her, how can it not be serious? How were you riding your bike?" As the saying goes, "A hundred days to heal a bone injury," especially for the elderly, who have poor recovery. Feng Wenbo, being an old TCM doctor, understood this well. Seeing that Yang Hui'e might have injured her hip bone, he became quite agitated. When the student asked, he couldn't help but take out his phone and scold him angrily.

"I, I..." The student stammered.

"Enough, enough, Old Feng, don't scare the child. He didn't do it on purpose. Student, it's not your fault. You can go now. Be more careful next time, and don't ride so fast," Yang Hui'e, also an old professor, was always kind to students. Seeing Feng Wenbo scold the student, who was already scared, she couldn't bear it and quickly glared at Feng Wenbo, then spoke gently to the student.

"No, no, I'll stay," the student, though scared, was a responsible student and insisted on staying.

"Child, staying won't help. Do you know this old man? He's Professor Feng, the former dean of the TCM College at our university. With him here, I'll be fine," Yang Hui'e said, trying to sound relaxed despite the pain.

Feng Wenbo's reputation at Jiangzhou University was as great as the university president's. The student, hearing that the silver-haired old man was the famous Professor Feng, looked at him with some fear.

By then, Feng Wenbo had already called the ambulance. Seeing the student's fear, though he was worried about his wife's injury, he couldn't bear to scold the student anymore. He glared at him and said, "Alright, be more careful next time. Teacher Yang will be fine."

"I will, I will. Thank you, Professor Feng, thank you, Professor Yang." The student, hearing Feng Wenbo's words, finally breathed a sigh of relief, thanked them repeatedly, and then rode off.

Yang Hui'e shook her head and said, "This child!"

"You still have the heart to care about him. I told you not to go out, but you didn't listen. Now look what happened," Feng Wenbo said, both worried and annoyed.

Hearing Feng Wenbo's words, Yang Hui'e suddenly remembered the bloody disaster he had mentioned, and she was so stunned that she forgot the pain for a moment.

The ambulance from Jiangzhou University arrived within minutes and rushed them to the First Affiliated Hospital of Jiangzhou University.

The First Affiliated Hospital of Jiangzhou University, founded by the university, was the largest clinical teaching base of the Medical College and the best hospital in Jiangzhou City. Its TCM department was renowned both in and outside the province. Before retiring, Feng Wenbo had served as the dean of the TCM College and the president of the First Affiliated Hospital. Even in retirement, he was still a senior expert in the TCM department, with a weekly expert clinic.

"Old Feng, do you think today's incident was just a coincidence, or did Xia Yunjie really see it coming?" Lying in the ambulance, Yang Hui'e was still thinking about the bloody disaster, almost forgetting her pain.

If Xia Yunjie really saw it coming, it would completely颠覆 her worldview, which she had held for decades, causing a significant shock to her thinking.

By then, Feng Wenbo had calmed down from his initial worry and, seeing Yang Hui'e's question, held her hand and patted it, looking guilty. "It's all my fault for judging Uncle Master by his appearance and doubting his abilities. If I hadn't, you wouldn't have been hurt."

His words clearly meant that it wasn't a coincidence!

Yang Hui'e's heart skipped a beat. She held Feng Wenbo's hand, still unable to accept this fact. "How is that possible? If someone has that level of ability, wouldn't it be terrifying?"

"Let's not think about it now. Once you're better, I'll explain it to you." Feng Wenbo glanced at the medical staff in the ambulance and patted Yang Hui'e's hand again, though he was also secretly amazed by Xia Yunjie's incredible divination skills.

After all, his father, a disciple of Grandmaster Wu Ze, often sighed and shook his head, saying he was too dull to even grasp the basics of divination. Yet, Xia Yunjie, at such a young age, had predicted Yang Hui'e's bloody disaster on their first meeting. How powerful were his divination skills? Feng Wenbo even secretly wondered if his Grandmaster's divination skills were as powerful, or why didn't he predict the Japanese invasion of Feng's village a few days after he left?

Yang Hui'e didn't know that her husband was also deeply shocked. Hearing his words, she knew he didn't want to discuss it in front of the medical staff, so she didn't ask further but couldn't help thinking about it.