The young man was about 30 years old and had arrived here just a week ago.
"Do you want to see the Logistics Team's manual?" His face seemed a bit distressed, his hands awkwardly clasped together, "But... is that really okay? Knowing too much isn't necessarily a good thing. Qingtian Hospital's logistics team has always worked independently and doesn't have much to do with the hospital; this is a decision made by the city's health bureau..."
"What city bureau's chief," Wang Hao didn't even know, instead he asked, "As the head of the archives room, it's not quite right for me not to know these pieces of information..."
"After all, a foul smell often emanates from the sewage system in Building 3. I don't know what's causing it... You know, if the smell isn't gotten rid of for a long time, there might be some accidents."
The young man was still hesitant.
Wang Hao then asked, "By the way, where did the previous logistics team leader go?"
