The Third Aunt, the Divine Physician

My aunt claimed she was a celestial healer sent down from heaven. She'd pick wild weeds off the ground and try to use them to treat people. As a surgeon, I advised her to leave treating patients to the hospital, but she shoved me to the ground. “I'm a celestial being sent down from heaven. How could an ordinary doctor compare to me?” When I scraped myself on an iron nail, she insisted on smearing yellow mud over the wound. My father turned a blind eye and watched as I died of an infection. Reborn, I looked at my superstitious aunt and said: “This humble disciple pays respects to the great celestial healer!”