"He is your grandfather's junior brother Xia Yunjie. You should call him uncle by seniority." Feng Wenbo waved his hand and signaled the nurse to go out, and said to Feng Zhengcheng with a serious look on his face.

Even though Feng Zhengcheng, as the secretary of the municipal party committee, has always been calm and steady in his work, he couldn't help but glared at the moment when he heard this, and pointed at Xia Yunjie and said, "He? My uncle?"

If it weren't for his father who said this, Feng Zhengcheng would probably have called him accused of being mentally ill.

What a joke? The secretary of the Jiangzhou Municipal Party Committee actually cared for a young uncle who was only 20 years old! If this was spread, it would probably become a hot topic in the entire Jiangzhou officialdom.

"Boy, what's your attitude? Is it because he is the secretary of the municipal party committee and his eyes are on his forehead? Uncle Xia is your grandfather's junior brother..." In the morning, when Yang Hui'e didn't take his uncle seriously, Feng Wenbo felt sorry for Xia Yunjie. However, now he advocates equality between husband and wife, Yang Hui'e is not a disciple of Wuxian's sect, and Feng Wenbo couldn't say anything about Yang Hui'e. But even if Feng Zhengcheng became the secretary of the municipal party committee, he was still Feng Wenbo's kindness. Now Feng Zhengcheng is even more excessive than his mother. He pointed at Xia Yunjie with his fingers, which made Feng Wenbo's face turn blue. He pointed at Feng Zhengcheng on the spot and scolded him.

Xia Yunjie didn't expect that Feng Wenbo's son was actually the secretary of the Jiangzhou Municipal Party Committee. Seeing that Feng Zhengcheng scolded the secretary of the Municipal Party Committee for the sake of a title, he was shocked and hurriedly interrupted: "Wenbo, what are you doing? Didn't you agree before? Times have changed, everyone will share their own affairs."

"Uncle Master, this is different. He is my son, so I have to listen to me!" The family's performance made Feng Wenbo, a traditional old man who respects teachers and education, feel very sorry for the head master, and also feels that he has a dull face, but his temper is rising in his bones.

"You have to listen to me." Xia Yunjie blurted subconsciously after hearing this.

If Xia Yunjie's identity is just his uncle, maybe Feng Wenbo would dare to say something like that, but in addition to his uncle's identity, Xia Yunjie is also the leader of a sect. The majesty of a sect cannot be offended!

Feng Wenbo's expression immediately shook when he heard this, and he bowed slightly and said, "Yes, uncle."

From Xia Yunjie interrupting to Feng Wenbo bowing and surrendering, it was only a blink of an eye that made Feng Zhengcheng stunned and felt even more frustrated.

His father was once so proud! Even if some leaders in the province and the capital were looking for him for medical treatment, he was never humble or arrogant. Unexpectedly, today, because of the casual words of the young man in front of him, he lowered his seemingly elegant and gentle head without hesitation.

When Xia Yunjie saw Feng Wenbo suddenly bowing to him solemnly, he was slightly stunned. Then he held his hand and patted the back of his hand, and said quite moved: "Wenbo, I understand your feelings. But there is no need to do this. I am not used to it, and it is not good for people to hear it."

After saying that, Xia Yunjie looked at Feng Zhengcheng and said, "Secretary Feng, you don't have to take your father's words to heart. Traditional Chinese medicine has always paid attention to teacher education. He was a person from that era, and his thoughts were not as open as our young people. My name is Xia Yunjie, and my friend is used to calling me Ajie. You can call me this or call me a name."

Feng Zhengcheng knew his father's character. When he saw Xia Yunjie patting his father's back, his father's expression of shame had begun to realize that Xia Yunjie's position in his father's heart might be the same as his uncle. If he really called Ajie or Yunjie, even if his father would not object, he would definitely feel very sad. However, Feng Zhengcheng is a member of the municipal party committee after all, and his ability to deal with things is not comparable to ordinary people. Seeing that calling Ajie or Yunjie is not suitable, he is certainly even more inappropriate for uncle. He had a sudden inspiration and said to Xia Yunjie modestly and frankly: "Respecting teachers and valuing education is a traditional Chinese virtue. Logically, I should call you uncle, but because I have a special identity, if I really want to call this, it will inevitably cause some unnecessary trouble. It's better to do this. You are also a doctor like my father. How about I call you Dr. Xia?"

After saying that, Feng Zhengcheng looked at his father subconsciously, with a hint of pleading.

Feng Zhengcheng is a filial son. If his father insisted on calling him Uncle Xia Yunjie, he could only surrender, but he would definitely feel uncomfortable in his heart, let alone face.

It's no wonder that a man in his forties and a secretary of the municipal party committee, he doesn't even know what his grandfather looks like. At most, he is called uncle by his junior brother who is in his early twenties this year. If anyone else wants to be like this, he will be the same.

Feng Wenbo saw his son looking at him, thinking that his identity was indeed a bit special, and Xia Yunjie himself didn't like being called like that, so he said a little slower: "You'd better call Teacher Xia. Uncle Master is going to be a visiting professor at Jiangzhou University."

Feng Zhengcheng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard this, and hurriedly said, "Call Mr. Xia, it will make you more respectful."

Feng Wenbo glared at his son when he heard this, and then said to Xia Yunjie: "Uncle Master, do you think this is OK?"

The title of teacher is both a profession and can also be regarded as a kind of respectful title. Feng Wenbo's suggestion can be regarded as the best of both worlds. It not only solves the problem of title, but also shows respect for Xia Yunjie.

"This is good. I think you call me like this in public. I will call you Professor Feng. It's always inappropriate to call me uncle in front of others." Although it is still a bit exaggerated to be called a teacher by a young man of Feng Wenbo and his son who are of such age and status, it is still a bit normal for uncles and uncles, so Xia Yunjie secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

He was also afraid that Feng Zhengcheng would call him uncle!

"Okay, uncle." Feng Wenbo could see this time. He, the uncle in charge, didn't want to attract attention, and nodded after hearing this.

Seeing Feng Wenbo nodding, Xia Yunjie felt completely relieved, then walked to the hospital bed, and said apologetically: "You see, I'm just talking, but I forgot to help you with the doctor in time."

"No, no, you are polite, Uncle Master, it's all my fault. If I had listened to you, I wouldn't have to..." Yang Hui'e hurriedly said with shame when she heard this.

"Haha, those words are real and real, and they cannot be completely accurate. It is normal for you not to believe it. Also, if you don't mind, please call me Teacher Xia like Secretary Feng." Xia Yunjie interrupted with a smile.

Yang Hui'e hesitated and said, "I'd better be like Lao Feng. I call you uncle in private, and I call you teacher Xia in public." Seeing that Yang Hui'e insisted, Xia Yunjie had to follow her, nodded and pointed to the dunk and asked, "What kind of potion is this?"

"Uncle Master, it is a potion for anti-inflammatory and pain relief." Feng Wenbo replied hurriedly, but Feng Zhengcheng and Yang Hui'e suddenly felt a sudden slap in their hearts when they heard this.

No, he didn't even know the needles for relieving inflammation and relieving pain when he had a fracture? Then is he still a doctor? And he is also a doctor with excellent medical skills?

But how could they know that doctor Xia Yunjie is completely different from ordinary Chinese medicine. To be precise, he is a very traditional witch doctor and has never been exposed to Western medicine. How could he know this?

"Put the needle." Xia Yunjie didn't notice the suspicious and astonished eyes of Yang Hui'e and her son, and waved their hands lightly.

Feng Wenbo was slightly stunned, and then he wanted to remove the needle without hesitation, but Feng Zhengcheng hurriedly said: "Xia, Teacher Xia, is this inappropriate? After removing the needle, not to mention that the wound is likely to be infected. My mother probably can't stand the pain alone."

Xia Yunjie was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then said, "It's okay, I have my own way."

After saying that, Xia Yunjie sat down next to the bed, then stretched out his thumb and placed some parts on Yang Hui'e's left leg and left waist. He gently massaged it a few times, then stopped and asked, "It shouldn't hurt now, right?"

At this time, Yang Hui'e had already widened her eyes and showed a surprised expression. When Xia Yunjie gently massaged her left leg and left waist just now, she felt a faint sense of coolness flowing down the position she was pressing to her left buttocks. The wound, which was already unbearable, was covered with a layer of coolness, and the pain suddenly eased a lot.

"Okay, it doesn't seem to hurt anymore, it's still cool." Yang Hui'e replied stutteringly. At this time, she had already begun to believe Feng Wenbo's words. His uncle's medical skills are even more skillful than him, and he can cure her injuries without surgery. At least Feng Wenbo cannot do a few gentle massages, which will make her pain disappear.

Seeing his wife say this, Feng Wenbo would not hesitate any longer. He pulled out the drip needle very simply and neatly. Feng Zhengcheng opened his mouth and finally closed his mouth obediently, looking at Xia Yunjie with curious and expectant eyes.

Suddenly, he seemed to understand why his father respected the unreasonable young man in front of him.

"It's your turn to help you with the bones in Wenbo now." Xia Yunjie said to Feng Wenbo when he saw that he pulled out the needle.

"I'm going to hold my bones? But it's a bit difficult for uncle Master, I can't do it." Feng Wenbo was stunned when he heard this. If he could take it, would he still have to invite him to "old man"?

"Ahem, it's a bit inconvenient for me to assemble the bones when Professor Yang was injured. Don't worry, I will help you when you assemble the bones, and I will definitely not be able to make any mistakes." Xia Yunjie said with a somewhat unnatural expression.

"The doctor is not a taboo. Uncle Master, please come in person. I really can't do it." Feng Wenbo knew his strength, but he didn't dare to take this risk. Seeing Xia Yunjie insisted, his face turned a little white.

"Don't worry, I just borrowed your hand to catch the bones, just like fighting a cow across the mountain. In fact, I was the one who really took action." Xia Yunjie saw Feng Wenbo's face turned a little white, so he had to explain helplessly.

Not to mention that Yang Hui'e and his son had never heard of such a magical bone-shaping technique. Even an old Chinese doctor like Feng Wenbo had never heard of it. The family of three all stared at Xia Yunjie with their eyes wide open, looking incredible.

Can you fight cattle across the mountain by connecting bones?
Chapter completed!