Chapter 27

When the ambulance arrived at the First Affiliated Hospital of Jiangzhou City, it was almost time to go off duty. However, since Yang Hui'e was the wife of the old dean and the mother of the Secretary of the Jiangzhou Municipal Committee, even if it were the middle of the night, the hospital would not dare to be the slightest bit negligent.

As soon as the ambulance arrived, Dean Chen Weimin and the head of the orthopedic department were already waiting at the emergency outpatient building and immediately arranged for medical staff to perform necessary examinations on Yang Hui'e.

When Yang Hui'e finished her examination and was admitted to the VIP ward, her son, Feng Zhengcheng, the Secretary of the Jiangzhou Municipal Committee, had already rushed to the hospital upon hearing the news.

Feng Wenbo had one son and one daughter, but neither of them inherited his medical skills. His son chose politics, while his daughter showed a high talent for business from a young age. After graduating from university, she went to Harvard Business School in the United States for a master's degree. After graduation, she moved to Hong Kong because she disliked the business environment in China. In Hong Kong, she met a like-minded boyfriend, Wu Changyu, and they got married and developed their careers together. Now the Wu family has become one of the most prominent families in Hong Kong.

Feng Zhengcheng is the younger brother, of medium build, with a square face, a high nose, and sharp eyes, looking like a very authoritative middle-aged man. Feng Zhengcheng is forty years old and has been the Secretary of the Jiangzhou Municipal Committee for two years, making him one of the youngest and most capable local officials in Jiangnan Province.

Feng Zhengcheng lives up to his name and is considered one of the clean and upright officials in China. In the two years since he took office, he has indeed accomplished several practical things, and his reputation and influence among the people of Jiangzhou are quite good.

As soon as Feng Zhengcheng arrived at the ward, he asked Feng Wenbo with a tense look, "Dad, how badly is Mom hurt? Is it serious?"

Feng Wenbo sighed upon hearing this and said, "It's a bit complicated. She has a comminuted fracture of the sacrum, and it's very likely that surgery will be needed. Fortunately, the sacral nerve is not damaged."

Although Feng Zhengcheng did not follow in his father's footsteps, he was often forced to learn a lot of medical knowledge from his father. He knew that the sacrum is a crucial part of the human skeleton, and a sacral fracture usually takes at least three to four months to heal completely. Even if it heals, walking or sitting will still be affected. If the sacral nerve is damaged, it could lead to paralysis.

Now, although his mother's sacral nerve is not damaged, the comminuted fracture of the sacrum is already a serious injury. Even a strong young person would need five to six months to fully recover. His mother is already seventy years old, so the healing process will definitely be slower. Moreover, life lies in movement, especially for the elderly. A comminuted fracture of the sacrum will require a period of rest in bed, which could lead to other health issues. Therefore, Feng Zhengcheng was very worried and anxious, but he didn't show it too much. Instead, he comforted his mother, "Don't worry, Mom. You've always been in good health. I'll immediately arrange for someone to take you to the Provincial People's Hospital and have their orthopedic chief perform the surgery."

"Why go to the Provincial People's Hospital? Do you think only you, as the Secretary of the Municipal Committee, can arrange it, and I, an old doctor, can't? The most important thing now is postoperative rehabilitation. I'm worried that your mother, being old, won't recover as quickly as a young person and will suffer a lot," Feng Wenbo said irritably.

Feng Wenbo had always hoped that his son would inherit his medical skills, but his son chose politics, which has always been a sore point for him. What annoys him even more is that in China, politicians are more respected than doctors who save lives.

"Alright, Old Feng, isn't your son just concerned about me?" Yang Hui'e, though in great pain, was worried about her son. She immediately glared at Feng Wenbo and said, "Zhengcheng, I'm fine. Dr. Zheng from the orthopedic department said that I'm in good health and will be fine after a few months of rest."

Feng Zhengcheng naturally knew that his mother was trying to ease his worries. Looking at her smile, he felt a lump in his throat and nodded, "That's good."

Then he turned to Feng Wenbo and said, "Dad, I think postoperative rehabilitation is a big issue, and so is the surgery. Why don't we send her to the Provincial People's Hospital? After all, the medical equipment and environment there are better than here in Jiangzhou."

"I don't want to go to the Provincial People's Hospital. It's too much trouble to move around, and I don't know anyone there. Here in Jiangzhou, many of the doctors and nurses are from our medical school, and your father used to be the dean here, so everyone knows us," Yang Hui'e said before Feng Wenbo could respond.

"Mom!" Seeing his mother's opposition, Feng Zhengcheng couldn't help but call out anxiously, then turned to his father, hoping he would help persuade her.

"Let's put the hospital and surgery aside for now. I'll call Uncle first and see if he has any suggestions," Feng Wenbo said, tugging at his beard.

In fact, Feng Wenbo had already thought about calling Xia Yunjie, but he was too embarrassed to do so. Xia Yunjie had clearly told him that Yang Hui'e should not go out today. Now calling to tell him that she was injured would imply that he didn't take his uncle's advice seriously. Of course, he could say that Yang Hui'e didn't listen, but Feng Wenbo would rather Xia Yunjie be upset with him than have a bad impression of his wife.

Feng Zhengcheng, the Secretary of the Municipal Committee, was completely confused by what his father said.

Uncle? His grandfather had a younger brother, but he passed away when Feng Zhengcheng was young. How could there suddenly be an uncle? And from the way his father spoke, this uncle seemed to be a very skilled doctor. How could that be? If there were such an uncle, he, as the great-grandnephew, should have known about it.

"Old Feng, will this be difficult for you? This is a comminuted fracture, which is quite serious. Didn't you say that traditional Chinese medicine is not very effective for repositioning, and Western surgery is better? Could Uncle Xia, cough, have a solution?" Yang Hui'e, knowing that the uncle Feng Wenbo referred to was Xia Yunjie, hesitated and asked.

Although she had little confidence in Xia Yunjie's medical skills, she still acknowledged his status as an uncle and followed suit.

"Uncle? What uncle?" Feng Wenbo finally asked, puzzled.

"He is your grandfather's junior apprentice," Feng Wenbo replied casually, then patted Yang Hui'e's hand and comforted her, "In your case, it is indeed difficult to reposition using traditional Chinese medicine, but this morning I discussed with Uncle, and his skills are even higher than mine. Perhaps he can help."

With that, Feng Wenbo took out his phone and went outside to call Xia Yunjie. It wasn't that he was estranged from his family and had to avoid them when making a call, but Xia Yunjie had already warned him earlier. Now calling for help, he was afraid Xia Yunjie would be angry and refuse to help, and he didn't want Yang Hui'e to hear his apologies and pleas.

Seeing his father leave the ward with his phone, Feng Zhengcheng asked Yang Hui'e, puzzled, "Grandfather's junior apprentice? Why have I never heard of him before?"

"Your father only met him today," Yang Hui'e replied, looking a bit uncomfortable.

"Oh, I see. No wonder I've never heard Dad mention him," Feng Zhengcheng said, not thinking too much about it.

Yang Hui'e looked at her son, her lips twitching. She wanted to mention that Xia Yunjie was very young and had predicted some kind of disaster, but she thought it was too bizarre and that her son would think she was talking nonsense. Besides, she wasn't clear about the specific history, so she thought it would be better for Feng Wenbo to explain it to Feng Zhengcheng later.

"But since he is your grandfather's junior apprentice, his medical skills must be very high. Maybe you won't need surgery, Mom," Feng Zhengcheng continued, not noticing his mother's unease.

Although he chose politics, Feng Zhengcheng, born into a family of traditional Chinese medicine, still had confidence in it.

"I hope so," Yang Hui'e said with a forced smile.

Although Xia Yunjie's predictions were accurate and still made her feel uneasy, he was too young, and she had little confidence in his medical skills. Moreover, traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine each have their strengths. For a comminuted fracture, Western surgery is generally better than conservative treatment with traditional Chinese medicine. Yang Hui'e, a university professor, preferred traditional Chinese medicine due to her husband's influence but trusted science and facts more.

Feng Wenbo quickly dialed Xia Yunjie's phone number. When the call connected, he called out "Uncle" and then paused, unsure how to bring up Yang Hui'e's situation.

"Is there something, Wenbo?" Xia Yunjie sensed something unusual from the "Uncle" and asked proactively.

"Uncle, I'm sorry, but it's about Hui'e..." Feng Wenbo said, hesitating.

"Professor Yang is injured? Is it serious?" Xia Yunjie immediately thought of the blood disaster he predicted for Yang Hui'e, frowned, and interrupted.