As Yang Ming thought this, he hastily got dressed and was just about to leave when his mother came in.
"Third son, where are you off to? Your wife had me save some food for you, and this medicinal soup has just been prepared!"
Yang Ming took the bowl and gulped down the soup in one breath, not caring whether it was bitter or hot.
"Hey! Slow down, careful it's hot!"
"Mother, I have something urgent to attend to, I must go!"
Not waiting for a response from his mother, Yang Ming didn't even eat his meal, leaving behind these words as he rushed out the door.
"Eh? You haven't eaten your rice yet!"
Yang Ming's mother called out to her son's retreating figure, only to see him disappear quickly through the front gate. She had no idea what the emergency was, this being the first time she'd seen her usually composed son so flustered.