"How long're you gonna stay in there, Uncle? It's already eleven!" Calls the all too willing nephew from the front door.
"I’m not going caroling, Zhao… and you can tell You as well." The man sighed, and continued to sift through the endless amount of paperwork he had. "I can’t. Do you know how many patients come in and out of the hospital without insurance? So many papers to sort through and file…"











