"I'm very busy," Zheng Weijun said with a sigh. "I'm not as free as you!"
Wang Yao just smiled. The young man sitting opposite him could live such a life, but he was unwilling or didn't think he could. He had too many people's hopes on his shoulders. There were some things that he couldn't ignore even if he wanted to.
After sitting in the clinic for a while and having two cups of tea, Zheng Weijun left.
As he was leaving, Wang Yao, said, "Get more rest so you aren't so tired."
"Alright, I'll make a note of that," Zheng Weijun said. "Thank you, Sir."
"Goodbye," Wang Yao said.
"Take care, Sir," Zheng Weijun said.
The cool autumn wind rustled the branches. Wang Yao liked autumn best because the weather was cooler and it was harvest season. Spring was busy with planting while the summer was hot. Now that it was autumn, the mountain village would be bustling with all the harvesting.