Chapter 29

"Yan Jie, I have something urgent to deal with, so I might be a bit late for work." The call was quickly connected, and Xia Yunjie spoke straightforwardly.

"Urgent matter, an excuse? Did you hook up with a pretty girl?" Yan Jie's unique, bewitching voice came through the phone.

Hearing Yan Jie's voice, Xia Yunjie subconsciously pictured Yan Jie's sexy big butt encased in a short skirt. She was a woman who would leave a deep impression on any man who saw her, but she was a lily.

"Really, it's an urgent matter!" Xia Yunjie hurriedly shook off the sexy image in his mind and said seriously.

"Hehe, look at you getting so worked up, I was just kidding! But try to get here before eight. The bar is doing well, and we're a bit short-handed." Sensing Xia Yunjie's serious tone, Yan Jie couldn't help but giggle.

"Thank you, Yan Jie. I'll definitely be there before eight." After saying this, Xia Yunjie hung up the phone.

However, after Xia Yunjie hung up, the two men sitting in the front row couldn't hide the complex expressions on their faces.

Qian Youtu, the driver, couldn't understand why a young man like Xia Yunjie, whom even Old Feng would personally pick up and drop off, was probably too valuable for any company in Jiangzhou to hire or even accommodate. Yet, this young man was going to work a night shift and even called in to ask for a leave if he was going to be a bit late. Was there such a powerful company in Jiangzhou?

Feng Wenbo was equally puzzled. In his view, with his uncle's abilities, even if people had prejudices against the young man, as long as his uncle was willing to help, he shouldn't have to work a night shift! Of course, he was even more curious about where his uncle was working and what he was doing.

However, Feng Wenbo didn't feel it was appropriate to ask, at least not in front of the driver.

Xia Yunjie naturally didn't care about Feng Wenbo and Qian Youtu's complex expressions and didn't feel the need to explain. After hanging up, he sat in the back seat, closed his eyes, and rested.

He had just drawn three talismans in a row, which, although not a big deal for a wizard of his level, was still a draining task.

Xia Yunjie's actions seemed almost impolite to Qian Youtu, but they also made him increasingly shocked, even to the point of being on edge while driving.

Nearly half an hour later, the car stopped steadily in front of the Jiangzhou University First Affiliated Hospital. Qian Youtu almost instinctively jumped out of the car and respectfully opened the door for Xia Yunjie, as if he were his boss, the Party Secretary of Jiangzhou City.

"Uncle, I'm really sorry for delaying your work because of Hui'e's matter." On the way to the ward, Feng Wenbo said apologetically.

"The injury can't wait, but work can be postponed." Xia Yunjie waved his hand.

"Thank you, Uncle. It's all my fault. You've already..." Feng Wenbo felt even more guilty when Xia Yunjie said this.

"Let's just forget about it." Xia Yunjie smiled, not minding at all.

Yang Hui'e was a university professor, and he was a young man, talking about such absurd things. It was normal for her not to follow his advice. On the contrary, if Yang Hui'e had stayed at home because of his words, it would have been abnormal.

"Uncle, I understand." Feng Wenbo nodded, burying his gratitude and guilt deep in his heart.

As they spoke, the two entered the elevator.

"Uncle, can you tell me what you're doing now?" In the elevator, with no one else around, Feng Wenbo hesitated for a while before finally asking.

"Employers these days value diplomas. I only graduated from a technical secondary school, so it's hard to find a suitable job after graduation. I'm currently working as a bartender, but the pay is decent." Xia Yunjie replied frankly, not deliberately hiding anything from Feng Wenbo. In fact, he didn't think it was necessary to hide it.

Feng Wenbo's mouth opened and closed, unable to say a word for a long time. He never imagined that the leader of the Wuxian Sect would end up working as a bartender, and the reason Xia Yunjie gave was even more absurd. A talent like his uncle couldn't find a job because of a lack of a diploma!

"Actually, our school and the hospital need skilled doctors and teachers like you. If you're not averse to it, why not come to our Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) College as a teacher or to the First Affiliated Hospital as a doctor?" After a while, Feng Wenbo cautiously suggested.

With his status, arranging for someone to become a teacher at the school or a doctor at the hospital wasn't difficult, especially for someone as skilled as Xia Yunjie. If Xia Yunjie were to come to Jiangzhou University as a teacher or a doctor, it would certainly elevate the TCM level of the university, and Feng Wenbo himself would have more opportunities to learn from Xia Yunjie.

Feng Wenbo's words made Xia Yunjie somewhat interested. Since yesterday, he had found himself liking the atmosphere of the university. If he could become a teacher at the medical school, it would be quite nice, and it would be convenient for studying. Being a doctor was also good; saving lives and helping the injured was a virtuous act that could cultivate one's character. In ancient times, witchcraft and medicine were not separate; witches were also doctors, and doctors were also witches, and medical skills were categorized under witchcraft. So Xia Yunjie could become a TCM teacher at the school or a TCM doctor at the hospital, but to fulfill his master's instructions, he couldn't use his medical skills to make money. In other words, he could only work as a volunteer teacher or doctor for free, at least for the next three years. His immediate priority was to work and earn money to support himself.

"Being a teacher or a doctor is nice, but I still need to work to earn money." Xia Yunjie said somewhat conflicted.

"Cough, Uncle, the salaries for teachers and doctors are quite good, much better than working in a bar." Feng Wenbo was stunned for a moment before cautiously explaining.

Of course, if Xia Yunjie weren't his uncle, a person with extraordinary skills, and if his actions couldn't be measured by ordinary standards, Feng Wenbo might have thought he was crazy. How could a bartender's income compare to that of a university teacher or a doctor? Not to mention the social status!

"I know, but I don't plan to use my medical skills to make money, so I probably don't have the time to be a full-time teacher or doctor. If I can take a day or half a day off during the week, that would be fine." Xia Yunjie realized Feng Wenbo had misunderstood him and explained with a smile.

Feng Wenbo finally understood why Xia Yunjie's words had seemed so "ridiculous" and why his uncle dressed so simply. It turned out he wanted to earn a living as an ordinary person. However, from Xia Yunjie's tone, Feng Wenbo could tell that he was interested in being a university teacher or a doctor. "If you're interested, you can come to the school as a guest professor or to the hospital as a guest doctor, or both," Feng Wenbo suggested.

"Is that possible?" Xia Yunjie was surprised.

"Of course, it's actually easier for me to arrange. Although TCM has a tradition of family inheritance, there are no strict educational requirements. If you were to become a full-time teacher at the TCM College or a full-time doctor at the First Hospital, the procedures would be complicated even if I were to intervene. But for a guest professor, it's much simpler. There are no strict national regulations, and each school sets its own rules. For example, some schools require a professor title, while others don't. Some schools can hire officials, entrepreneurs, inventors, and even celebrities as guest professors. However, medicine is different from other disciplines. If you want to practice medicine formally, you would need a TCM physician's license. Do you have one?" Feng Wenbo explained.

"I don't have a license, and I don't want to take the exam. If I have to, forget it." Xia Yunjie said.

Although Xia Yunjie could lower his standards for job hunting and working, that was because he was just an ordinary worker at those times. But when it came to medical skills, he was no longer a worker but a wizard. Wizards have their dignity, and Xia Yunjie was the current leader of the Wuxian Sect. He might consider it if someone else suggested it, but he couldn't accept being tested by someone else on his medical skills.

"No, no." Feng Wenbo waved his hands, having just asked out of curiosity.

After all, Feng Wenbo was one of the leading figures in the TCM field. Now that he knew Xia Yunjie was his uncle, he couldn't let his uncle, who was like a master, take an exam for TCM. That would be a slap in his own face. Even the deputy director of the Personnel and Education Department of the National Administration of Traditional Chinese Medicine, who was responsible for the TCM physician's license exam, was his student. In other words, the leaders in charge of the exam would have to call Xia Yunjie "Uncle" or "Granduncle." Was it appropriate for them to test his qualifications?

"If not, then help me arrange it. I'll be both a teacher and a doctor. I have time during the day for now." Xia Yunjie thought for a moment and said.

Hearing that his uncle was willing to come to the school as a teacher and a doctor, Feng Wenbo was overjoyed and quickly said, "Thank you, Uncle. I'll talk to the school leadership about this right away."

"That's not urgent. We can wait until Professor Yang's injuries are better before you deal with it. If it's too much trouble, don't bother. I don't mind." Xia Yunjie waved his hand.

"No trouble, no trouble. Your willingness to come to Jiangzhou University is a blessing for our school. We would be lucky to have you." Feng Wenbo quickly said.

As they spoke, the two had already left the elevator and walked to the ward door.

In the ward, Feng Zhengcheng had been waiting anxiously. The hospital leaders and orthopedic experts had come in waves to visit his mother, as they had heard that Secretary Feng was visiting. After arriving, they naturally couldn't help but show concern for Yang Hui'e and report on her condition to Secretary Feng.

Feng Wenbo had only given a brief explanation, and Feng Zhengcheng didn't have a clear idea of his mother's injuries, only knowing that they were serious and required surgery. Now, after hearing the analysis from the hospital leaders and orthopedic experts, he realized that his mother's injuries were even more severe than he had imagined. Even if she underwent surgery, the prognosis was not optimistic. At her age, her life and mobility would be extremely inconvenient for the next year or two.

Just as he was getting anxious, he finally saw his father bringing a young man into the room. Feng Zhengcheng hurriedly greeted them and looked behind his father, puzzled, "Dad, where's Granduncle?"

As for Xia Yunjie, he was completely ignored!