In the corridor filled with the smell of disinfectant, a stainless-steel cart was being slowly pushed forward by a worker in a light blue sterile suit. The cart's tray held several surgical knives and many surgical blades. As the cart shook slightly, the surgical knives clinked against each other, producing a soft ding-ding sound, and the blades occasionally flashed a chilly glint with the shifting of light and shadow.
Qian Cangyi glanced at the cart, memorizing the situation on it and walked past without drawing attention.
"Excuse me, can you tell me where the Otorhinolaryngology Department is?" Qian Cangyi stepped forward, blocking the worker's path to prevent them from walking past him.
"Hmm? On the... Fourth floor." the worker pointed to the staircase behind, "You can go up there."
