Chatting with the Old Master over tea, it was evident that Old Master Qiu was a man who loathed evil and spoke bluntly, very much in tune with Ling Zhenfei. Once they started talking, they couldn't stop.
"Old Master, you really shouldn't have been discharged so soon. You should have stayed in the hospital to recuperate for a few more days."
Qiu Wanrong chuckled twice and, pointing to his small courtyard, said, "Look at all the flowers and plants in my yard. How could I bear to leave them? Sitting in this yard just makes me feel comfortable all over, and besides, those quacks at the hospital are useless. They've been treating me for over ten years and weren't as effective as your single sugar-coated hawthorn stick."
