Ye Ling was so anxious that she was sweating profusely. The few young female scholars who passed by looked at her and the middle-aged woman in shock.
Ye Ling had no choice but to adopt a stern tone. "Get up and explain the situation to me first. Otherwise, I won't help you."
The younger woman beside her also urged the middle-aged woman, "Aunt Wen, please get up. You'll make things difficult for Doctor Ye."
The middle-aged woman, named Wan Wen, hesitated for a moment before slowly standing up.
"Let's talk over there," Ye Ling said, pointing to the stone table and stool beside the tree.
The three of them walked to the tree and sat down. Wan Wen was about to speak when Ye Ling interrupted her. "Why do you call me Doctor Ye?"
