It was Wednesday again in a blink of an eye. Xia Yunjie was sitting in the clinic of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Center of the First Affiliated Hospital of Jiangzhou University, holding a book in his hand and a cup of tea on the table, which was very leisurely.

It’s hard not to be leisurely. Dr. Xia’s outpatient clinic and even the entrance of the outpatient clinic are empty. On the other side, people come in and out, especially those expert clinics have long queues.

This is the third time Xia Yunjie has been in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Center of the First Affiliated Hospital of Jiangzhou University. The first two times he did not come to the door for consultation, which broke the record since the opening of the First Affiliated Hospital of Jiangzhou University. Fortunately, Xia Yunjie only came once a week, and almost no one in the hospital knew him very well. Otherwise, with Xia Yunjie's record outpatient results, it would be difficult to become famous.

However, Xia Yunjie was obviously used to such consultations. Anyway, he was very leisurely, and he was quite free and easy as Jiang Taigong's fishing wisher.

While Dr. Xia was holding a book leisurely, Feng Wenbo, an old professor at Jiangzhou University, took the pulse of an old man with a serious expression.

That old man is nothing but the old man Huang who went to Jiangnan to seek hope for a glimmer of hope.

It took Feng Wenbo to let go of his hand for a long time, but he showed a look of surprise and spoke without saying anything.

"Old Feng, what disease did my father get? Is there any way to treat it?" Seeing that Feng Wenbo didn't speak for a long time, Huang Xiangyi couldn't help but ask.

"Huang Lao's pulse is very strange, neither floating nor sinking, gentle and powerful, unlike a sick person. But from time to time there will be extremely slight tremors, as if something is attached to Huang Lao's bloodline." Seeing Huang Xiangyi ask, Feng Wenbo hesitated for a while, and finally spoke.

Huang Lao was caught in a worm. Huang Lao and Qu Weiguo knew about this, and Huang Xiangyi also knew about it, but as a Western doctor, she never believed it and thought it was nonsense. So both Huang Lao and Qu Weiguo couldn't help but show a hint of surprise and admiration when they heard this, while Huang Xiangyi frowned and said, "How is this possible? We have had a detailed physical examination for our father!"

The implication is that I don’t believe in Feng Wenbo’s diagnosis.

However, just as Huang Xiangyi's words finished, Huang Lao had already stood up and clasped his fists and said, "Doctor Feng is indeed well-known. I wonder if Dr. Feng has a way to treat this strange disease?"

Seeing that his father actually believed Feng Wenbo's words, Huang Xiangyi couldn't help but open her mouth, but finally closed her mouth.

Mr. Huang is her father and an old leader of the Republic. Since he has already stood up and spoke, even if she is his daughter, it is difficult to just jam.

"Medical skills are limited, please forgive me for being powerless." Feng Wenbo said apologetically.

When Huang Lao heard this, he couldn't help but look disappointed in his eyes, but he soon felt relieved.

If his strange disease was so easy to treat, why would he stay with him until today? Feng Wenbo could see the problem. In fact, his medical skills were already very superb. At least the national players in the capital did not see the problem.

"Doctor Feng is humble, but I am actually hoping for it." Old Huang sighed.

Feng Wenbo hesitated after hearing this and said carefully: "I know a doctor with excellent medical skills. Please ask Mr. Huang to call me later and ask if he has any solution?"

"Since that's the case, just invite him over to help diagnose it." Huang Xiangyi said a little dissatisfied when she heard this.

It's no wonder that Huang Xiangyi, her father is the only founding veteran in the Republic. Since Feng Wenbo thought that the man was skilled in medical skills, he naturally asked him to come to the door to help diagnose him, so why do you need to call and ask? Could it be that man's identity is more noble than her father?

Feng Wenbo couldn't help but look embarrassed when he heard this. He naturally knew that Mr. Huang had a noble identity and respected Mr. Huang, the old revolutionary hero, otherwise he would not have mentioned calling at all. You must know that he is the head of the Wuxian Sect! His identity is also extremely noble for the disciples of the Wuxian Sect. As a disciple of the Wuxian Sect, how could he make the decision to make the leader for him to come to the clinic without authorization?

"Xiangyi, your young lady has changed her temper. Doctor Feng, don't listen to the little girl, please call and ask first." Seeing Feng Wenbo's face look in a difficult mood, Huang Lao blamed Huang Xiangyi, and then said kindly to Feng Wenbo. But when he said this, he had no hope in his heart.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'll call now. Mr. Huang and you guys have lost their companion for the time being." Feng Wenbo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Mr. Huang talk for him. Otherwise, even Mr. Huang would agree with his daughter's opinion, and Feng Wenbo would be really difficult to deal with. After all, Mr. Huang's identity is extraordinary. Once he speaks, how could he, an old university professor, refuse casually?

After saying that, Feng Wenbo hugged Huang Lao apologetically, and then got up and went to the study room upstairs.

When Feng Wenbo called Xia Yunjie, he was reading the book bored. After sitting for most of the day, no patient was there. Xia Yunjie had already begun to consider whether to come again next week. After all, occupying a pit and not pooping is also a waste of resources!

"Uncle Master, it's me Feng Wenbo." After the phone was connected, Feng Wenbo said respectfully.

"Is there anything wrong?" Xia Yunjie asked straight to the point. He knew nothing was important, and Feng Wenbo would not call him easily.

"A very special patient came to my family today..." Feng Wenbo told Xia Yunjie the whole story.

When he was a child, Xia Yunjie watched anti-Japanese TV series many times. He has always admired this old national hero. Now that he knows that he has a strange disease and comes to Jiangzhou to see Feng Wenbo for treatment, he naturally cannot sit idly by. He heard this and said without thinking: "In this way, you accompany Mr. Huang first, and I will go to your house in person."

In Feng Wenbo's eyes, the head uncle is half a living god, but at the same time he is a very strange person who cannot be regarded as an ordinary person. For example, he has the ability to be super magic but stays in a bar to work, so when Feng Wenbo called, he always worried that the head uncle would ignore Mr. Huang at all. After all, Mr. Huang may be a respectable and admirable person in his eyes, but in the eyes of a paranormal expert like the head uncle, he is just a mortal.

Now, when Feng Wenbo heard the head uncle say that he would go out to help Mr. Huang see the doctor in person, he couldn't help but be overjoyed and said, "Okay, okay, that's great, thank you uncle."

"What do you want to thank me? Mr. Huang is an old revolutionary hero. I don't know, so I have to do my best since I know, so I have to do my best. Okay, I'll go there now, about ten minutes." Xia Yunjie smiled, then hung up the phone and got off work early, and rode his bicycle to Jiangzhou University.

"Old Huang, Teacher Xia has agreed to come and take a look for you. You can arrive in about ten minutes." Feng Wenbo came downstairs and said happily.

"I wonder which famous doctor in Jiangnan is this Teacher Xia?" Huang Xiangyi saw Feng Wenbo mention the word "Agree" and was happy, as if they were asking Teacher Zhang to treat her father. And it was a very favorable thing for him to come, so she couldn't help but frown slightly and asked.

The implication is, who is Teacher Xia? Why have I never heard of it before, but I am so arrogant!

Huang Xiangyi's words really stopped Feng Wenbo. His uncle is not a famous doctor in Jiangnan. He just wants to talk about medical skills, but no one in Jiangnan can surpass him.

"I am a visiting Chinese medicine doctor in our hospital. His surname is Xia and his name is Yunjie. Director Huang probably has never heard of his name, but Teacher Xia's medical skills are much better than mine." After thinking about it in his heart, Feng Wenbo replied.

Huang Xiangyi has never heard of Xia Yunjie's name, and he also heard that he is just a visiting doctor at the First Affiliated Hospital of Jiangzhou University. If Feng Wenbo hadn't said that his medical skills were much better than him, she, the chief physician of the Cardiovascular Department of Union Hospital, would naturally not take it seriously. But even so, Huang Xiangyi did not pay much attention to it. After all, how good can a traditional Chinese medicine doctor who has never even heard of his name should be Feng Wenbo's humble words.

You should know that Huang Xiangyi is also a doctor. If she really has a doctor with a better medical skills than Feng Wenbo, she should have heard of it.

Mr. Huang and Qu Weiguo also felt that Feng Wenbo was mostly modest. After all, Feng Wenbo's diagnosis just now had already made them deeply admire him. If Feng Wenbo said that Xia Yunjie was a strange man living in seclusion in the mountains, they would still believe it, but if it were just a doctor at the First Affiliated Hospital of Jiangzhou University, they really didn't believe that there were people with more medical skills than Feng Wenbo.

But the tone and expression shown by Feng Wenbo made Huang Lao and Qu Weiguo quite surprised and puzzled, and always felt that it seemed that the same thing was not the case.

"By the way, Doctor Feng, when I entered the door just now, I found a house-controlling talisman on the beam of your house. Do you believe this?" In amazement, Qu Weiguo suddenly remembered that when he entered the door, he saw a broken talisman on the beam of your house. He couldn't help but move and asked.

"If you believe in things about gods and ghosts, you will have them; if you don't believe in things, you will not. Please be at ease." In front of the old revolutionary, Feng Wenbo certainly did not know how to talk about things about ghosts and gods, and explained it lightly after hearing this.

Qu Weiguo suddenly asked this question because although the talisman was very damaged and even the pictures and texts on it were blurred, but he always looked familiar. Now that he saw Feng Wenbo's answer was very casual, he didn't think much about it, and just thought he was too careful.

After all, most of the Wuxian sects were separated during the war years. After liberation, they experienced that special history. Many traditional cultures and ideas were severely damaged during that special historical period. As the spreader of "feudal superstition", the Wuxian sects were cruelly persecuted and hit. They died, left, and were incognito. Now, although Qu Weiguo was a disciple of Wuxian sect, he knew nothing more than the lineage passed down by his master Zhuge Xuan.
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