After she had extracted all the Gu from the Old Patriarch's body, Feng Jiu fed him a bottle of medicinal liquid, then she said: "Bandage the wound on his finger. I will write a prescription when I go back, have someone prepare the medicine into a bath for him to soak in." Having said that, she put her things away, then washed her hands and said to Patriarch Yu: "The Gu in the bottle won't survive, you can deal with it later."
"Yes." Patriarch Yu responded quickly, then asked: "Madam Ling, when will my Father wake up? Is his health fine now?"
"It's not serious anymore. He just needs to rest and after his bath, he will wake up." Feng Jiu replied, then she walked out.
"Wait." Elder Yang chased after him.
"What?" Feng Jiu stopped and looked at him with interest."
"I apologise for doubting you and not trusting you before." Elder Yang said, and as soon as he had spoken, he gritted his teeth, then he lifted his robe to kneel down and kowtow to her.
