"What? Madam Ling? You're saying the person who treated your father is actually a woman?" Elder Yang was furious when he heard this.
Yu Chengde was taken aback and said, "Yes, I met Madam Ling on my journey home. We travelled together, and she said she could cure my father's illness and wake him up, so I did as she said and collected the spirit herbs."
"Ridiculous! You actually believed the words of a woman. That's just ridiculous!" Elder Yang scolded, sternly glaring at Yu Chengde. "Are you saying that she, a mere woman, is more skilled than I, the Saint-rank physician? I couldn't treat his illness, but she can? And you actually believed her? Absolutely ridiculous!"
