Chapter 28

"Quite serious, a comminuted fracture of the sacrum. I wonder if Uncle Master has any way to treat it?" Feng Wenbo, seeing that Xia Yunjie did not blame him, secretly sighed in relief and then asked respectfully.

Upon hearing about the comminuted fracture of the sacrum, Xia Yunjie's brows couldn't help but wrinkle slightly again. It wasn't that he couldn't treat it; it was just that the injury being in the buttocks was quite a headache for Xia Yunjie.

Feng Wenbo, seeing the silence on the other end of the phone, thought Xia Yunjie had no way to treat it and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Just as he was about to speak, Xia Yunjie suddenly asked, "Wenbo, can you set bones?"

Feng Wenbo was slightly stunned by this, then asked with a puzzled look, "I learned from my father, but Hui'e has a comminuted fracture of the sacrum..."

"That's fine. Where are you now? I'll head over right away. Don't worry, Professor Yang will be fine," Xia Yunjie, hearing that Feng Wenbo knew how to set bones, felt relieved and interrupted Feng Wenbo with a relaxed tone.

If before, Feng Wenbo's respect for Uncle Master Xia Yunjie was mainly out of the traditional Chinese virtue of respecting teachers and valuing education, and respect for his identity as the leader of the Wuxian Sect, then after the blood disaster came true, Feng Wenbo had completely accepted this suddenly appearing Uncle Master, both in terms of his identity and his abilities. Therefore, seeing Xia Yunjie speak so confidently and easily, Feng Wenbo did not doubt it at all. Hearing this, he was overjoyed and said, "We are at the First Affiliated Hospital of Jiangzhou University. Where are you now? I'll have someone drive over to pick you up."

"There's no need for that trouble. I can take a taxi," Xia Yunjie said.

Feng Wenbo hadn't initially realized that Xia Yunjie didn't even have a car, purely out of respect for his Uncle Master, he suggested driving to pick him up. Now, hearing this, he realized that his Uncle Master seemed to have a modest living condition, not only without a private car but also dressed very simply.

How could this be? With Uncle Master's abilities, whether in medicine or physiognomy, wouldn't it be easy to earn money? Feng Wenbo was puzzled in his heart, but at this moment, he didn't have time to ponder this issue deeply. Hearing this, he hurriedly said, "It's rush hour now, it's hard to get a taxi. I'll have someone drive over to pick you up."

Xia Yunjie thought about it; he still needed to draw a few talismans to treat bone injuries, which would take some time, so he didn't argue with Feng Wenbo and said, "Alright, I live in the Deya Community. Have someone drive to the entrance of the community to wait for me."

"Okay, thank you, Uncle Master. I'll have someone drive over to pick you up right away," Feng Wenbo said gratefully.

Xia Yunjie smiled and then hung up the phone.

After hanging up, Xia Yunjie put down the English book in his hand and opened the bedside table. Inside the bedside table, besides a gold necklace, there was a stack of yellow talisman paper, a writing brush, a sealed packet of cinnabar, and other materials for drawing talismans.

Xia Yunjie took these things out one by one and placed them on the desk, mixed the cinnabar, laid out the yellow paper, held the writing brush, and quietly calmed his mind. He then circulated the unique cultivation method of the Wuxian Sect and began to write on the yellow paper with a flourish.

As Xia Yunjie waved the writing brush, the yin-yang and five elements' energy in the room began to become chaotic and turbulent. A faint light seemed to appear at the tip of his brush, and a thread of witchcraft power flowed through the brush tip, sealing and imprinting into the strange characters. These characters then formed a very peculiar pattern.

When the last character was completed, Xia Yunjie shouted, "Seal!" The writing brush stopped abruptly, and the light at the tip of the brush suddenly disappeared, completing a talisman that looked like a doodle.

There is a saying about drawing talismans: "If you don't know the secret, the ghosts and gods will laugh; if you know the secret, the ghosts and gods will be startled." Talismans may seem simple, like doodles, but in fact, drawing them is a difficult task. When drawing a talisman, the drawer needs to circulate their cultivation method, combining their own essence and energy with the essence and energy of heaven and earth, and their own spirit with the spirit of heaven and earth. When essence and essence are attached, and spirit and spirit are connected, the talisman can be completed. Therefore, drawing a talisman not only requires a certain level of cultivation but also consumes the witchcraft power of the witch doctor.

Xia Yunjie, carrying the bloodline of the ancient witch king Xia Yu and having reached the middle stage of the Earth Witch Cauldron, found drawing talismans not difficult. Feeling the witchcraft power sealed in the talisman, Xia Yunjie smiled in satisfaction and then wrote two more identical talismans.

At the First Affiliated Hospital of Jiangzhou University, Feng Wenbo, after making the call, returned to the ward with a joyful expression.

"What did that Xia, cough, Uncle Master say?" Yang Hui'e, seeing Feng Wenbo enter with a joyful expression, couldn't help but ask with bright eyes. Calling Xia Yunjie, a young man, Uncle Master was still a bit awkward for her.

"He said there's no problem," Feng Wenbo replied happily, then said to Feng Zhengcheng, "Have Xiao Qian wait for me at the hospital entrance. I'll go pick up your Uncle Master."

Xiao Qian's full name is Qian Youtu, Feng Zhengcheng's driver.

Qian Youtu picked up Feng Wenbo at the hospital entrance and drove towards the Deya Community. He was secretly amazed, wondering who in Jiangzhou could be so important that Professor Feng, the father of the city's Party Secretary, would personally drive to pick them up, and that this person was even living in the Deya Community.

It was just an old residential area in the second or third tier of Jiangzhou!

"Professor Feng, that's the Deya Community ahead," Qian Youtu said respectfully, pointing to the Deya Community not far away, about half an hour later as the car slowly drove through the busy traffic.

Hearing this, Feng Wenbo immediately perked up and looked in the direction Qian Youtu pointed. Having practiced the Wuxian Sect's breathing and health-preserving techniques since his youth, Feng Wenbo, though over seventy years old, had very good eyesight. He immediately saw Xia Yunjie standing at the entrance.

"Xiao Qian, do you see that young man? Stop there," Feng Wenbo pointed to Xia Yunjie and said to Qian Youtu.

Qian Youtu replied, "Okay," and slowly drove towards Xia Yunjie. He was still curious, wondering who could be so arrogant that even though Professor Feng was already at the community entrance, he couldn't even see a person.

Qian Youtu never dreamed that the person Feng Wenbo was coming to pick up was that young man.

Qian Youtu slowly stopped the car next to Xia Yunjie. Just as he was about to ask if Feng Wenbo needed to make a call, he saw Feng Wenbo get out of the car and respectfully call the young man "Uncle Master."

Qian Youtu was completely stunned. The father of the Party Secretary of Jiangzhou, a university professor, and a towering figure in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, was eagerly waiting at the Deya Community to pick up a young man, and he even called this young man "Uncle Master." If he hadn't seen and heard it with his own eyes and ears, Qian Youtu would have thought it was a fairy tale.

"At this time, you should be at the hospital with Professor Yang. You don't need to personally come to pick me up," Xia Yunjie, though the leader of the sect, was still not used to being personally picked up by an elderly man with silver hair. He said this and then bent down to get into the car.

Seeing Xia Yunjie sit in the back seat, Feng Wenbo helped close the car door and then sat in the front passenger seat.

Although the times had changed, the rules of seniority and respect in the Wuxian Sect still existed. Xia Yunjie was not only Feng Wenbo's Uncle Master but also the leader of the Wuxian Sect, a person of high status. Although Feng Wenbo was old, as a disciple of the Wuxian Sect, he did not dare to neglect the etiquette.

When Feng Wenbo sat in the front passenger seat, Qian Youtu finally came to his senses, but he was even more shocked.

In the Chinese political arena, whether it was the seating arrangement at banquets or in cars, there were always rules. Generally, the back seat was for leaders, and the front passenger seat was for secretaries. Now, with Feng Wenbo's status, he had actually positioned himself in a role similar to a secretary. To Qian Youtu, this was simply incomprehensible. After all, Feng Wenbo was not only the father of the Party Secretary of Jiangzhou but also a renowned old TCM doctor and professor. Even the provincial Party Secretary would have to be polite to him and call him "Old Feng" or "Professor Feng." Yet today, in front of a young man, Old Feng was so humble!

However, Xia Yunjie, sitting in the Audi, did not know that Feng Wenbo was the son of the Party Secretary. He was now sitting in the car of the top leader of Jiangzhou. Looking at the increasingly congested road and the setting sun, he thought that he probably wouldn't be able to go to work at the bar on time tonight.

So Xia Yunjie helplessly took out his phone and called his supervisor, Zhu Xiaoyan, also known as Sister Yan.