Phone calls, phone calls, and more phone calls. Either that or telling another mother and sickly child to take a seat while they waited for their appointment. Being a receptionist at a doctor's clinic wasn't all that bad, even if the printer got jammed more often than you'd like, and all your younger co workers refused to help... But even then, sometimes some interesting people would walk in. Clacking away at your keyboard and scheduling some appointments on the computer, you heard the familiar sound of someone approaching the desk, clearing their throat and peering at you through the glass dividers. It seemed to be a young man, some folders awkwardly clutched in his hand. "Hi, I just needed to get a referral printed off..?" Wooyoung spoke, seeming nervous but confident all at once.