Chapter 30

"Xia Yunjie is your grandfather's junior apprentice; by seniority, you should call him Uncle Grandfather." Feng Wenbo waved his hand to signal the nurse to leave, then said solemnly to Feng Zhengcheng.

Even as the Party Secretary of Jiangzhou City, Feng Zhengcheng, who was usually calm and steady in his dealings, couldn't help but widen his eyes and point at Xia Yunjie, saying, "Him? My Uncle Grandfather?"

If it weren't for the fact that the one speaking was his father, Feng Zhengcheng would have thought he was mentally unstable.

What a joke? The Party Secretary of Jiangzhou City, a man of his stature, was supposed to call a young man, who was at most twenty, Uncle Grandfather! If this news got out, it would likely become the hottest topic in the entire Jiangzhou political circle.

"Brat, what kind of attitude is this? Have you become so arrogant just because you're the Party Secretary? Uncle Xia is your grandfather's junior apprentice, so..." In the morning, when Yang Hui'e didn't show respect to his master's junior uncle, Feng Wenbo already felt he had greatly wronged Xia Yunjie. However, with the current emphasis on gender equality in marriage, and since Yang Hui'e was not a disciple of the Wuxian Sect, Feng Wenbo couldn't say much about her. But Feng Zhengcheng, even as the Party Secretary, was still his son. Now, Feng Zhengcheng was even more disrespectful than his mother, pointing at Xia Yunjie, which made Feng Wenbo so angry that his face turned green. He immediately scolded Feng Zhengcheng.

Xia Yunjie didn't expect Feng Wenbo's son to be the Party Secretary of Jiangzhou City. Seeing Feng Zhengcheng being scolded by the Party Secretary just for a title, he was startled and quickly interrupted, "Wenbo, what are you doing? We already agreed that times have changed, and we should each respect each other."

"Uncle, this is different. He is my son and must listen to me!" Feng Wenbo, a traditional elder who respected teachers, felt he had greatly wronged his master's uncle and was ashamed. His stubbornness came to the fore.

"You must listen to me." Xia Yunjie subconsciously blurted out.

If Xia Yunjie were just an uncle, Feng Wenbo might have dared to say a few more words, but Xia Yunjie was not only an uncle but also the head of the sect. The dignity of the sect's head could not be violated!

Feng Wenbo's expression immediately turned serious, and he bowed slightly, saying, "Yes, Uncle."

From the moment Xia Yunjie interrupted to Feng Wenbo's bowing in submission, it was just a moment, but this moment left Feng Zhengcheng speechless and deeply frustrated.

His father, who had once been so proud! Even when leaders from the provincial or national level sought his medical help, he had always been dignified and respectful. Today, he had unhesitatingly lowered his head, which seemed gentle and refined but actually contained a proud spirit, all because of a casual remark from this young man.

Seeing Feng Wenbo suddenly bow to him, Xia Yunjie was slightly stunned. He then held his hand and patted his back, moved, saying, "Wenbo, I understand your intentions. But there's really no need for this. I'm not used to it, and it's not good for others to hear."

After saying this, Xia Yunjie looked at Feng Zhengcheng and said, "Secretary Feng, you don't need to take your father's words to heart. Traditional Chinese medicine has always emphasized the importance of lineage. He is from that era, and his thinking is not as open as ours. I'm Xia Yunjie, and my friends call me A Jie. You can call me that, or just by my name."

Feng Zhengcheng understood his father's character. Seeing the look of shame on his father's face when Xia Yunjie patted his hand, he began to realize that Xia Yunjie's status in his father's heart was probably on par with his own uncle. If he called him A Jie or Yunjie, his father might not oppose it, but he would be deeply hurt. However, as the Party Secretary, Feng Zhengcheng's ability to handle situations was not ordinary. Seeing that calling him A Jie or Yunjie was inappropriate, and calling him Uncle Grandfather was even more so, he quickly thought of a solution and said humbly and sincerely, "Respecting teachers is a traditional virtue in China. In theory, I should call you Uncle Grandfather, but because of my special position, doing so might cause unnecessary trouble. How about this: since you and my father are both doctors, I'll call you Doctor Xia, what do you think?"

After saying this, Feng Zhengcheng looked at his father, with a hint of pleading in his eyes.

Feng Zhengcheng was a filial son. If his father insisted he call Xia Yunjie Uncle Grandfather, he would have to comply, but it would be very unpleasant, both emotionally and in terms of face.

It's no wonder. A forty-year-old man, and a Party Secretary, calling a young man, who he didn't even know what his grandfather looked like and was at most in his early twenties, Uncle Grandfather, would be hard for anyone to accept.

Seeing his son look at him, Feng Wenbo thought about his special position and that Xia Yunjie himself didn't like being called that. His expression softened, and he said, "Let's call him Professor Xia. Uncle is preparing to be a guest professor at Jiangzhou University."

Hearing this, Feng Zhengcheng couldn't help but feel relieved and quickly said, "Calling him Professor Xia is good, it shows more respect."

Feng Wenbo glanced at his son and then said to Xia Yunjie, "Uncle, what do you think?"

The title of professor was both a professional title and a sign of respect. Feng Wenbo's suggestion was a win-win solution, solving the issue of the title and showing respect to Xia Yunjie.

"That's good. I think you should call me Professor Xia in public as well. I'll call you Professor Feng. It's not appropriate for someone your age to call me Uncle in front of others." Although it was still a bit exaggerated for a young man to be called a professor by someone of Feng Wenbo's age and status, compared to Uncle Grandfather or Uncle, it was much more normal. Xia Yunjie felt relieved.

He was also afraid of Feng Zhengcheng calling him Uncle Grandfather!

"Okay, Uncle." Feng Wenbo nodded, realizing that his master's uncle didn't want to draw attention to himself.

Seeing Feng Wenbo nod, Xia Yunjie finally felt at ease. He then walked to the bed and said apologetically, "I've been talking so much that I forgot to treat you."

"No, no, Uncle, it's my fault. If I had listened to you, I wouldn't have..." Yang Hui'e quickly said, looking ashamed.

"Ha ha, those words were just a mix of truth and fiction, and can't be taken as absolute. It's normal for you not to believe them. If you don't mind, call me Professor Xia like Secretary Feng." Xia Yunjie smiled and interrupted.

Yang Hui'e hesitated and said, "I'll follow Old Feng's example. I'll call you Uncle in private and Professor Xia in public." Seeing Yang Hui'e's insistence, Xia Yunjie nodded and then pointed to the IV drip, asking, "What's this medicine?"

"Uncle, it's an anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving solution," Feng Wenbo quickly replied. Hearing this, Feng Zhengcheng and Yang Hui'e were startled.

Not possible, he doesn't even know that a fracture requires an anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving injection? Is he even a doctor? And a highly skilled one at that?

They didn't know that Xia Yunjie was a very traditional witch doctor and had never been exposed to Western medicine, so how could he know these things?

"Pull out the needle." Xia Yunjie, not noticing the skeptical and surprised looks on Yang Hui'e and her son's faces, casually waved his hand.

Feng Wenbo was slightly stunned but immediately went to remove the IV drip without hesitation. Feng Zhengcheng, however, quickly said, "Professor Xia, is this appropriate? If the needle is removed, the wound might get infected, and the pain might be unbearable for my mother."

Hearing this, Xia Yunjie was slightly stunned and then said, "Don't worry, I have a way."

Saying this, Xia Yunjie sat down next to the bed and gently massaged some points on Yang Hui'e's left leg and left waist with his thumb. He then withdrew his hand and asked, "Does it hurt less now?"

By this time, Yang Hui'e's eyes were wide open, and she looked surprised. When Xia Yunjie's thumb gently massaged her left leg and left waist, she felt a cool sensation flowing from the points he massaged to her left buttock. The pain in her injured area, which had been unbearable, was suddenly relieved, and she felt a cool and refreshing sensation.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, and it feels cool and refreshing," Yang Hui'e stammered. At this point, she began to believe Feng Wenbo's words. Her uncle's medical skills were even better than his, and he could treat her injury without surgery. At least Feng Wenbo couldn't make her pain disappear with just a few gentle massages.

Seeing his wife say this, Feng Wenbo didn't hesitate and quickly removed the IV drip. Feng Zhengcheng opened his mouth to speak but then closed it, looking at Xia Yunjie with curiosity and anticipation.

Suddenly, he seemed to understand why his father respected this young man so much.

"Now, Wenbo, it's your turn to help with the bone setting," Xia Yunjie said to Feng Wenbo after he removed the IV drip.

"Me? But Uncle, this is too difficult for me. I can't do it," Feng Wenbo was taken aback. If he could do it, he wouldn't have needed to invite him.

"Cough, cough, the position of Professor Yang's injury makes it inconvenient for me to set the bone. Don't worry, I'll help you when you set the bone, and it won't go wrong," Xia Yunjie said, looking a bit uncomfortable.

"Medicine has no taboos. Uncle, you should do it yourself. I really can't," Feng Wenbo, who knew his own capabilities, was too afraid to take the risk. Seeing Xia Yunjie insist, he was so scared that his face turned pale.

"Don't worry, I'll just use your hands to set the bone, like hitting a cow from a distance. I'll be the one actually doing it," Xia Yunjie, seeing Feng Wenbo's pale face, had to explain helplessly.

Not only Yang Hui'e and her son, but even Feng Wenbo, an old Chinese medicine practitioner, had never heard of such a miraculous bone-setting technique. The three of them stared at Xia Yunjie with wide eyes, looking incredulous.

Bone setting from a distance?

"This, Uncle, what should I do now?" After a while, Feng Wenbo moistened his throat and cautiously asked. If before, Feng Wenbo had only suspected that his uncle's medical skills might be better than his, now he felt he could only look up to his uncle in admiration.