Fights?

"How long are your shifts, usually?" Xiajun asked as they tucked in. "With you being a doctor and all."

Changming shrugged as he dug his fork into what Xiajun could only identify as a bunch of leaves. "It varies at times, since you know my dad owns the hospital. But I try to work a fixed shift of 15 hours each day, excluding Sunday."

Xiajun's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "15 hours? Isn't that a little excessive, even for a doctor? When do you get to do the things you want?"

"Xiajun," Changming said, smiling, "I've got colleagues who work 18 hours a day and still get time to do the things they like. How they manage it, though, is a secret best known to them. Anyways, are you going out to work today?"

He thought about it as he took a bite of his sandwich. "I think I want to stay in for a while. I have to go out later today, anyway, but I've got some work to do here."