Facing Bai Chen's question, Jiang Baimian lowered her head and smiled:
"No need to be so anxious.
"This needs to wait until the next board meeting to be decided.
"However, it is said that Minister Yu said that the directors are quite open-minded on this matter. The only point of contention at present is what kind of treatment to give."
"Mm-hmm." Bai Chen obviously breathed a sigh of relief.
Jiang Baimian thought for a while, picked up a piece of paper on the table, and said:
"The laboratory has already given a report on the few pieces of paper that Shang Jianyao brought back from the steel mill ruins.
"Among them, two have traces of handwriting printed from previous pages. After restoration and comparison, it can be determined that it is a medical record.
"This medical record is not complete. The main part is like this:
"Name: Fan Wensi; Gender: Female; Age: 52; Marital Status: Married; Address: Building 4, Zone 2, Family Area, Room 302.
"The patient stated that her mobility is normal and her mental state is normal.
"Present history: In the past seven days, she has seen her son's figure at least once every day. The patient's son had a car accident a few years ago and became a vegetable. He is currently receiving new treatment in a certain place in the north..."
After Jiang Baimian finished reading, she looked around and said:
"What do you think? Any ideas?"
"A medical record of a mental aspect without major problems." Bai Chen has been with the company for some time, and he understands what a medical record is.
Long Yuehong followed and said:
"Can the hospital in that steel mill treat mental illnesses?"
In his opinion, that is a place a little bigger than the infirmary on each floor of "Pangu Biology."
Moreover, even within "Pangu Biology," among the three major hospitals, only one can treat mental illnesses.
"The patient may not think she has a mental illness, and suspects that there is a problem with her eyes, so she just goes to a clinic for a look. Anyway, the doctor will consider which hospital to transfer her to, she doesn't need to worry about it." Jiang Baimian tried to explain it using the internal situation of "Pangu Biology."
Shang Jianyao, who was listening to their discussion quietly, suddenly said:
"What if the patient has neither mental problems nor eye diseases, but can see her son's figure at least once every day?"
Long Yuehong immediately hissed:
"Don't tell ghost stories, he's a vegetable!
"Even if her son is really cured and wakes up, there is no reason to hide from his mother and only appear around her a few times every day, right?"
Shang Jianyao's guess made Long Yuehong feel a little cold for some reason, as if a breeze from hell had quietly blown by.
Hellish breeze...
Breeze...
Long Yuehong suddenly widened his eyes:
"When did you turn on the electric fan?"
He then realized that Shang Jianyao had silently turned the silent electric fan on the team leader's desk around and pressed the switch.
--"Pangu Biology" can sometimes be quite hot during the day.
"When you were discussing." Shang Jianyao replied with a smile, "It's so atmospheric!"
"Don't waste energy!" Jiang Baimian slammed the fan off.
She turned and said:
"Such a lonely medical record doesn't reveal anything, but since it is information left over from the Old World, let's put it in our team's archives. Maybe it will come in handy someday, and connect with other clues to reveal something."
"Okay." She clapped her hands. "Today's data is the oral history collected by the previous 'Old Task Force'."
"Oral history?" Bai Chen probably understood what it meant, but still found the term unfamiliar.
Jiang Baimian glanced at Shang Jianyao:
"Oral history is the history that the parties themselves experienced or heard, told orally.
"The main task of the 'Old Task Force' in the past was to collect this in the early stages. What they did later and what they gained, then sank into the sea of history with their disappearance. Well, according to incoming and outgoing telegrams, they still have a batch of important oral history that they didn't have time to report.
"The batch of oral history we obtained mainly comes from the old people who experienced the destruction of the Old World who were still alive inside the company at that time. These are very valuable materials. Most of these people have passed away now.
"After repeatedly reading these and extracting useful clues and information, we will change to the second batch of oral history. This comes from the survivors of the Old World in the nearby area, similar to Town Chief Tian.
"As for after that, there is no third batch, we can only rely on ourselves.
"In short, we have to find the target of our next action from these materials, or, according to the preserved telegrams, walk through the route that the previous 'Old Task Force' walked again."
Hearing this, Shang Jianyao raised his hand.
"No need to say, I know." Jiang Baimian nodded slightly. "You want to choose the second option."
Shang Jianyao shook his head:
"The two choices may be no different."
Jiang Baimian suddenly realized:
"Are you trying to say that the route chosen by the previous 'Old Task Force' should also be based on the clues extracted from these oral histories?"
"No." Shang Jianyao shook his head again, his voice low and a little magnetic, "There is only one path that fate has determined for us."
Jiang Baimian glared at this guy, turned her head and said to Long Yuehong:
"Is this a line from a radio program?"
Long Yuehong nodded heavily:
"Yes!"
Jiang Baimian didn't look at Shang Jianyao, but smiled at Bai Chen instead:
"I forgot to say just now, you can move to the 622nd floor. Someone will contact you about which room to assign.
"Haha, you can listen to the radio tonight."
Bai Chen responded with an "Mm," his expression slightly fluctuating before quickly returning to normal.
Jiang Baimian didn't say much, waving her hand in the opposite direction like shooing away mosquitoes:
"Go and look at the data.
"Shang Jianyao, don't play music!"
"I can't control it!" Shang Jianyao responded loudly.
"Then reason with it properly." Jiang Baimian replied in annoyance.
Shang Jianyao's eyes lit up immediately, as if he felt that this method was very in line with his thinking.
He sat down and started talking to the small blue-and-black speaker:
"I repaired you with all my efforts, you have to be obedient..."
"I now believe that he really has a doctor's certificate..." Long Yuehong stared blankly for a few seconds, and muttered to himself.
"Huh, what did you say? Speak louder!" Jiang Baimian tilted her head.
Bai Chen ignored it and started reading the data on his own.
"Nothing." Long Yuehong shook his head quickly.
Then, he sighed silently:
"What kind of team is this..."
And he didn't know when his transfer order would come down.
…………
After dinner, Shang Jianyao didn't immediately return to the 495th floor, but took the elevator to the 490th floor.
He skillfully bypassed the "Activity Center" and "Material Supply Market" here, and came to a row of rooms behind.
In the center of these rooms, hung a vertical plaque with white characters on a black background:
"Eleventh Orphanage"
This is where Shang Jianyao lived for three years.
--Inside "Pangu Biology," there is an orphanage every ten or twenty floors, responsible for raising children who no longer have immediate relatives until they reach the age of eighteen.
At this time, many doors of the orphanage were open, but there were only two or three figures present.
Everyone else went to the cafeteria in front.
Shang Jianyao walked in and came to the lame gatekeeper, Li Jiawen.
"Is the dean in?" Shang Jianyao asked in a calm voice.
Li Jiawen's hair was already gray. He was sitting behind a table, looking drowsy.
Hearing the voice, he quickly raised his head and looked carefully for a while:
"Little Shang...
"The dean went to eat, sit down, she will be back soon."
"No need." Shang Jianyao shook his head and walked to Li Jiawen's side.
There was a black-cased machine on the wall there, which could be used to conduct contribution point transactions.
Shang Jianyao looked at the relatively spacious internal activity space, the relatively old appliances, and the rather simple furnishings in turn, took out his electronic card, and swiped it on the machine.
Then, he pressed the number 50,000 and selected the Eleventh Orphanage as the payee.
Because it was a large transaction, he also pressed his fingerprint to confirm.
Li Jiawen looked at Shang Jianyao's back and chuckled:
"Coming to donate?
"You are really thoughtful, haven't you just started working?"
The basic budget of the orphanage is the responsibility of the company, but this only covers rooms, venues, staff salaries, living security for each orphan, and corresponding energy allocation.
To make the orphanage environment better and each orphan eat better, it relies more on the donations of employees.
Shang Jianyao turned around, put away his electronic card, and said with a smile:
"Help me save it."
"Ah?" Li Jiawen looked blank.
"For every thank you." Shang Jianyao didn't say much, nodded lightly, and walked out of the orphanage.
Li Jiawen watched him leave, slowly stood up, walked to the black-cased machine with a limp, and checked the transaction record.
"50,000?" he exclaimed.
He has been working for so many years, and his current savings are about the same as this.
…………
495th floor, "Material Supply Market."
Shang Jianyao bought a pile of items like cloth with high unit prices and easy to sell, and holding them, walked back to Area B.
He didn't go home, but turned to the other side.
After walking for a while, Shang Jianyao stopped in front of an open room.
This is Shen Du's house.
This is larger than the room Shang Jianyao currently lives in. A narrow bedroom is separated on the right side, and the rest of the space serves as a living room, kitchen, and dining room.
Shen Du's wife, Tian Jing, was busy in the kitchen area on the outside, and their children kept running around her.
"Why not go to the cafeteria?" Shang Jianyao walked over and asked abruptly.
Tian Jing is in her thirties, and although her face is beautiful, she looks very haggard.
She smiled bitterly:
"I still need to be careful. Although the company keeps saying that 'Heartless Disease' is not contagious, everyone is still quite afraid.
"That's why I'm on vacation."
Shang Jianyao responded with an "Mm":
"Uncle Shen has always taken good care of me before."
As he spoke, he put the pile of things he was holding into Shen Du's house.
"...No, no, this is too precious!" Tian Jing only glanced at it and knew that the items Shang Jianyao brought were worth tens of thousands of contribution points.
Shang Jianyao stopped his movements and thought for a while and said:
"If you don't want to accept it, you can choose to be my mother."
"?" Tian Jing was stunned.
Shang Jianyao took the opportunity to put everything down and waved his hand:
"Looks like you don't want to."
Seeing that Shang Jianyao's attitude was "firm," Tian Jing hesitated for a while and said:
"If you need any help in the future, just say it."
Shang Jianyao nodded and turned to walk towards his home.
Indistinctly, he heard Shen Du's child asking his mother behind him:
"Mom, isn't that uncle afraid that we will get sick?
"Mom, when will Dad get better?
"Mom, when will Dad be back?"
Shang Jianyao's footsteps paused and quickened a lot.
ps: Asking for monthly tickets during the double period~