"good."

He Yubai nodded slightly, secretly holding his breath while breathing softly.

After pressing for a minute or two, Uncle Wen straightened up and stretched his stiff body a little.

Then, as if he had noticed something strange, he stared at a certain spot and asked, "What are those people over there doing?"

Where?

Jiang Mian and He Yubai's attention was indeed diverted, and they began to look in the direction Uncle Wen was looking.

Just then, before He Yubai could react, Uncle Wen suddenly stretched out his hands, grabbed his right ankle, and with a pull, a release, a twist, and a snap, the dislocated bone was put back in place, and the job was done!

"Holy crap!?"

Jiang Mian couldn't help but blurt out, "Was he seeing things?!"

He thought he saw Uncle Wen's hand flick out in afterimages!

He Yubai was also completely bewildered: "What...?"

Uncle Wen took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his hands and put the stopper on the small porcelain bottle: "Your bones have been set. You can get down and try it out, move around a bit."

Yesterday, a bowl of traditional Chinese medicine cured his acclimatization problem, and today, with the addition of liniment and massage to set his bones, his foot was cured??

Even though the He family had a private doctor on call 24 hours a day, Uncle Wen's methods of treating illnesses were still beyond He Yubai's comprehension.

If he stays at home, his private doctor will have to spend a lot of time taking X-rays, giving him painkillers, and waiting for the results before choosing a treatment plan.

So, does that really mean there are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding?

He tried moving his right foot and found that it really didn't hurt anymore.

Seeing that He Yubai wanted to get out of the car, Jiang Mian quickly went over to help him.

After getting off the tricycle, He Yubai paced back and forth a few steps, his expression one of utter astonishment: "It's really healed!"

His expression pleased Uncle Wen, and the old man turned around proudly: "Of course!"

"Uncle Wen, how much is the medical bill? I'll pay it for you..."

He Yubai was still talking, but his words came to an abrupt halt after he took out his water-soaked phone from his pocket.

this……

Uncle Wen waved his hand dismissively, saying, "You younger generation don't need to pay for bone setting."

Looking at the unusable iPhone, He Yubai asked Jiang Mian for his cell phone and dialed the home landline, which was then answered by the housekeeper.

Although Jiang Mian didn't know who was on the other end, she could guess a thing or two from what He Yubai said.

So after he hung up the phone, he asked with some doubt, "There are repair shops for fruit machines in town. Why not just go and get it fixed? Wouldn't it be too much trouble to send a new one?"

"If your phone is broken, just replace it; repairing it is too much trouble."

Well, he and this young master will never be able to think alike.

Thinking this, Jiang Mian jokingly said, "You still want them to deliver it tomorrow? Even if you set off by car now, it's impossible to be that fast, unless you fly here."

I was originally planning to laugh freely.

But He Yubai was somewhat surprised: "How did you know I had them deliver it by private jet? You heard it all?"

Jiang Mian: "...??"

How would I know?

Aaaaaaahhhhh!

I really want to compete with you rich people!