After a few minutes, the young man impatiently asked, "How long will it take?"
"You are so hurried, aren't you?" Wang Yao sullenly asked.
"Yeah," the young man replied.
"Ah!" The middle-aged man sighed. He had no way to deal with his son.
"Hold on. I will prescribe medicine for you." Wang Yao got the medicine and told him how to take it, along with the warnings.
"Pay attention to controlling your emotions and do not get angry." While Wang Yao spoke, he glanced at the young man.
"Ah, what do you mean by the glance?" The young man seemed to feel the meaning of the words.
"Go." His father could not put up with it anymore and led him out.
"Why are you dragging me?" The way the young man spoke was very arrogant. It was as if it was not his father he was talking to but a servant or foe.
"Hey, young man, how can you talk to your father in that way?" The patients waiting could not tolerate his behavior.
