"Little Yang, you seem preoccupied," Li Xuantong pushed open the door of Yang Fei's clinic and saw him holding his phone, lost in thought, and spoke up.
Yang Fei gathered his thoughts and, smiling, rose to his feet and said, "Heh, even Old Li can tell. I was just thinking about how to explain my absence from work for over two months."
Li Xuantong joked, "Indeed, you've only been working here for a few months, yet you've boosted the reputation of my clinic, brought in more business, and then you suddenly disappeared for two months. In that time, this old skeleton of mine has nearly fallen apart. Now that you're back, it's a relief. I can finally take it easy for a few days."
Yang Fei had arrived a while ago, but since Li Xuantong had many patients waiting in line earlier, he had just greeted him and then went back to his own consultation room to wait.
Hearing Li Xuantong say this, Yang Fei felt a twinge of guilt and found it difficult to speak.