Chapter 31

"Secretary Feng, please tell the people outside not to come in unless called, and lock the door. It's not good to be disturbed during bone setting." Xia Yunjie did not respond to Feng Wenbo but turned to instruct Feng Zhengcheng.

"Okay." Even as the Party Secretary of the city, Feng Zhengcheng had experienced countless major events, but at this moment, he was somewhat dazed when he heard Xia Yunjie's instructions.

After Feng Zhengcheng went out to give the instructions and locked the door, Xia Yunjie said to Feng Wenbo, "Just feel the bones as you normally do. When I tell you to set the bones, follow your usual techniques."

"Yes." Feng Wenbo steadied his emotions and helped Yang Hui'e get into position, then began to feel her bones. As Feng Wenbo started feeling the bones, Xia Yunjie placed his hands on Feng Wenbo's back and closed his eyes.

When Xia Yunjie's hands were on Feng Wenbo's back, Feng Wenbo clearly felt a mysterious force flowing through his body. Wherever his hands touched, the force seemed to flow there.

At this point, Feng Wenbo finally understood why Xia Yunjie was so confident. This bone-feeling technique was truly miraculous. Even the legendary pulse diagnosis by a thread would pale in comparison to this divine bone-feeling technique.

After Feng Wenbo felt Yang Hui'e's bones for a while, Xia Yunjie had already clearly sensed the condition of her bone injuries through Feng Wenbo's hands. He then began to guide Feng Wenbo in setting the bones. Feng Wenbo was already a bone-setting expert, and with Xia Yunjie's guidance and the witch power he transmitted, he was like a fish in water. With a few precise clicks, he accurately set Yang Hui'e's bones.

However, even though Xia Yunjie had used witch power to seal several pain points on Yang Hui'e to reduce her pain, the pain from the bones being reset still made her break out in a cold sweat.

But as Yang Hui'e broke out in a cold sweat, Xia Yunjie also broke out in a sweat. Setting bones through Feng Wenbo, especially for a comminuted fracture, was a challenging task even for Xia Yunjie, with his high medical skills and profound realm.

"Done." Xia Yunjie withdrew his hands, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and took a deep breath.

When Xia Yunjie withdrew his hands, the Party Secretary Feng, who was standing by, was still in a daze, unsure if the "striking a cow from a distance" technique was as miraculous as Xia Yunjie claimed. However, Feng Wenbo, as a bone-setting expert, knew very well that the bone setting was very successful. Yang Hui'e, who felt a sudden sense of relief after the pain, also sensed that the bone setting was successful.

"Thank you, Uncle." The couple thanked Xia Yunjie from the bottom of their hearts, and Feng Zhengcheng couldn't help but ask, "Dad, how is Mom?"

"The bone setting was very successful. Now we just need to see how well it heals." Feng Wenbo wiped the sweat from his forehead and said happily. As he spoke, he looked at Xia Yunjie with a fanatical admiration, like a fan seeing their idol.

Although Feng Zhengcheng had expected this result, hearing his father say it and seeing his father's fanatical gaze made him shudder, his heart surging with waves of emotion. It turned out that everything Uncle had said was true. He had really set his mother's bones through his father. What a miraculous medical skill!

Feng Zhengcheng was amazed, but he didn't realize that he had unconsciously started calling Xia Yunjie "Uncle" in his mind. When he realized this, he knew that this Party Secretary had been completely awed by the young and mysterious Uncle.

"These three talismans, take them. Apply one every three days to the wound. After nine days, she should be fully recovered." Just as Feng Zhengcheng was in shock, Xia Yunjie took out three talismans from his shoulder bag and handed them to Feng Wenbo.

Feng Wenbo looked at the three talismans and was stunned. His hands trembled as he reached out, and his lips quivered. "Uncle, could this be the Zhusu technique?"

Xia Yunjie nodded.

Seeing Xia Yunjie nod, Feng Wenbo's hands trembled even more, and tears welled up in his eyes. He thought of his father and that unforgettable scene. He had thought he would never see the miraculous Zhusu technique again, but Xia Yunjie had given him a great surprise.

Seeing Feng Wenbo's emotional reaction, Xia Yunjie could understand his feelings. He gently patted his shoulder and then nodded to Yang Hui'e and Feng Zhengcheng, who were already stunned and full of questions. "Professor Yang, Secretary Feng, I have to go now."

"I'll see you out." Feng Zhengcheng was startled and blurted out.

"Ha ha, no need. Professor Yang needs you more." Xia Yunjie smiled and waved, then walked straight to the door.

"Uncle!" Feng Wenbo, who had just come to his senses, hurriedly followed.

"You don't need to see me out. I don't like it." Xia Yunjie saw Feng Wenbo coming and waved again.

"Then, I'll have Xiao Qian drive you." Feng Wenbo said, seeing Xia Yunjie's insistence.

"Okay, have Master Qian wait for me at the hospital entrance. You stay here, no need to see me out." Xia Yunjie nodded, not wanting to refuse.

After Xia Yunjie left, Feng Zhengcheng, full of curiosity, pointed to the talismans in Feng Wenbo's hand and asked, "Dad, what did you mean by the Zhusu technique? And these are just three talismans drawn by a Taoist. Can they really cure diseases?"

Yang Hui'e, who had experienced many strange and magical things today, also asked curiously, "Yes, can these three talismans really cure my bone injuries? If so, isn't curing diseases too simple?"

"Simple? Do you think anyone can draw these talismans? If it weren't for Father and Uncle being fellow disciples, do you think anyone could get these talismans?" Feng Wenbo's face darkened, seeing his wife and son still skeptical and questioning Xia Yunjie's mysterious techniques.

"Are these talismans hard to draw? Are they precious?" Yang Hui'e and Feng Zhengcheng asked in unison, surprised. To them, these were just scribbled symbols that many Taoists could draw.

"Do you think a truly effective talisman is like a painting? It requires a certain level of cultivation. When drawing the talisman, one must use a unique technique to infuse it with the essence of heaven and earth. Grandfather learned from Master Wuzhe and was considered a natural talent, but he could only勉强施展祝由术 at the age of thirty-four." Feng Wenbo looked at the two of them, his eyes filled with longing.

"Father, did you see Grandfather use the Zhusu technique to cure someone?" Feng Zhengcheng, hearing his father mention his grandfather's magical skills for the first time, was surprised and wide-eyed.

Yang Hui'e felt the same way.

"Yes, I was thirteen that year. A patient was on the brink of death, and no medicine worked. In the end, Grandfather used a talisman to cure him. I found it very magical and wanted to learn this technique, but Grandfather said I was too young. Today, when I asked Uncle about the Zhusu technique, I realized that this skill requires a very high level of cultivation to learn." Feng Wenbo stood in the ward, looking out the window, his eyes filled with deep longing for his father and regret for not being able to learn the Zhusu technique.

If Yang Hui'e and Feng Zhengcheng had any doubts about the three "scribbled talismans" in Feng Wenbo's hand, they were now completely convinced, because Feng Zhengcheng's grandfather had indeed used the Zhusu technique.

"Why didn't you tell me about this before?" Yang Hui'e asked after a moment of silence.

"I mentioned Father to you before, but you said I was superstitious and scolded me." Feng Wenbo looked at Yang Hui'e and smiled bitterly.

Yang Hui'e was startled, remembering that Feng Wenbo had mentioned his father to her, even saying he used witchcraft to kill many Japanese soldiers. At the time, because everyone believed in Marxism-Leninism and Mao Zedong Thought, she had scolded Feng Wenbo for spreading feudal superstition and hindering socialism. Fortunately, she had only scolded him, as he was family. Otherwise, she would have reported him to the leadership and had him criticized.

"I'm sorry, Old Feng. I was too narrow-minded and ignorant back then." Yang Hui'e lowered her head in shame.

"It's in the past, no need to bring it up." Feng Wenbo smiled, but the smile was tinged with a sense of沧桑.

For many years, he had never mentioned his father's magical deeds to anyone, only saying that he was a folk doctor. No one would have believed him if he had told them.

"So, did Father really use witchcraft to save the entire village and kill many Japanese soldiers?" Yang Hui'e asked.

Feng Wenbo nodded and sighed, "Yes, Father was very powerful back then, always my idol."

"Then, Uncle Xia...?" Yang Hui'e suddenly thought of Xia Yunjie and blurted out in surprise.

"Haven't you already experienced it? Do you still think the blood disaster and his warning were just coincidences?" Feng Wenbo countered.

Yang Hui'e was speechless, a sense of inexplicable fear rising in her heart. It was a natural human fear of the unknown and mysterious!

"What blood disaster? What warning?" Feng Zhengcheng asked, puzzled.

"Actually, your mother didn't have to suffer today. At noon, Uncle warned me not to go out, saying there would be a blood disaster. But I thought it was nonsense and didn't listen. Then I was hit by a student on a bicycle when I went out." Yang Hui'e said, regret evident on her face.

"Ah!" Feng Zhengcheng was shocked, a chill running down his spine.