Qin Xin was slightly startled.
Today, it seemed like the man doubted her memory for the second time.
Had she been to this place before? Why did she have no impression at all?
"Want to go up and take a look?"
He held her hand.
Qin Xin hesitantly glanced at his wheelchair.
Yet, the man skillfully opened the hidden rail on the other side of the wooden staircase.
It turned out this staircase was designed to allow the wheelchair to glide up and down.
Such a clever design.
The two of them went up the stairs to the third floor.
Qin Xin immediately felt she had returned to a familiar environment—the third floor consisted of several very spacious and clean VIP wards, with a faint smell of disinfectant seemingly lingering in the air.
This building used to be the VIP wing of the Imperial Hospital.
It was meant for hosting important clients.
Now, the first floor was converted into a private restaurant, while the third floor still retained the original facilities.
