Facing Bai Chen's question, Jiang Baimian lowered his head and smiled:
"Don't be in such a hurry.
"It will have to wait until the next board meeting to decide.
"However, it is reported that Minister Yu said that the directors are relatively open-minded in this matter, and the only point of contention at present is what treatment should be given."
"Hmm." Bai Chen was obviously relieved.
Jiang Baimian thought for a while, then picked up a piece of paper on the table and said:
"Shang Jianyao has given a report on the few pieces of paper that Shang Jianyao took back from the ruins of the steel factory.
"Among them, there are two handwritings printed on the previous pages. After restoration and comparison, it can be determined that they are a medical record.
"This medical record is not complete, the main part is as follows:
"Name: Fan Wensi; Gender: Female; Age: 52; Marriage: Married; Address: Room 302, Building 4, District 2, Family District.
"The patient reported that his mobility was normal and his mental status was normal.
"History of present illness: For the past seven days, I have seen my son at least once a day. The patient's son had a car accident a few years ago and became a vegetative state. He is currently receiving new treatment as a volunteer somewhere in the north... "
After Jiang Baimian finished reading, he looked around and said:
"How? Any thoughts?"
"A mental medical record that is not too problematic." During the time when Bai Chen joined the company, he was able to figure out what a medical record was.
Long Yuehong followed:
"Can the hospital in that steel plant treat mental illness?"
In his opinion, that is a larger location than the infirmary on each floor of Pangu Creatures.
Moreover, even within the "Pangu Creature", only one of the three major hospitals can treat mental illness.
"The patient may not think that she is mentally ill. If she suspects that there is something wrong with her eyes, she can just go to the outpatient clinic. Anyway, the doctor will consider which hospital to transfer her to, so she doesn't need to worry about it." Jiang Baimian tried to use " Pangaea" to explain the internal situation.
Shang Jianyao, who was quietly listening to their discussion, suddenly said:
"What if the patient has neither mental problems nor eye disease, but can see his son at least once a day?"
Long Yuehong suddenly "hiss":
"Stop telling ghost stories, that's a vegetable!
"Take ten thousand steps back, even if her son is really cured and wakes up, there's no reason to hide from his mother and only appear around her so many times a day?"
Shang Jianyao's guess made Long Yuehong inexplicably feel that her body became a little cold, as if she was quietly blown by the dark wind from hell.
gloomy wind…
wind…
Long Yuehong's eyes suddenly widened:
"When did you turn on the fan?"
Only then did he realize that Shang Jianyao silently turned around the silent electric fan on the team leader's desk and pressed the switch.
- The daytime of "Pangaeon" is sometimes hot.
"When you discuss." Shang Jianyao replied with a smile, "What an atmosphere!"
"Don't waste energy!" Jiang Baimian snapped off the fan.
She turned and said:
"Such a solitary medical record can't see anything, but since it's information left over from the old world, it's better to put it in our team's file, maybe it will come in handy when it comes to connecting with other clues. , revealing something."
"Okay." She clapped her hands, "Today's data is the oral history collected by the 'old tune group'."
"Oral history?" Bai Chen could probably understand what it meant, but still felt that the term was unfamiliar.
Jiang Baimian glanced at Shang Jianyao:
"Oral history is the history that the parties tell orally and that they have experienced and heard about.
"In the past, the main work of the 'old tune group' in the early stage was to collect this. What did they do later, and what they gained, they sank in the sea of history along with their disappearance. Well, according to the telegrams, they still have a Important oral histories were not reported in time.
"The oral histories we got are mainly from the old people who were still alive in the company at that time and experienced the destruction of the old world. These are all very precious materials, and most of these people have now passed away.
"After reading these repeatedly and extracting useful clues and information, we will change to the second batch of oral histories. These are from the survivors of the old world in the nearby area, similar to Mayor Tian.
"As for the future, there is no third batch, we can only rely on ourselves.
"In short, our next action target must be found in these documents, or, according to the saved telegrams, follow the route that the 'old tune group' has taken before."
Hearing this, Shang Jianyao raised his hand.
"Needless to say, I know." Jiang Baimian nodded lightly, "You want to choose the second one."
Shang Jianyao shook his head:
"There may be no difference between the two options."
Jiang Baimian suddenly realized:
"You mean to say that the route chosen by the 'old tune group' was also based on the clues extracted from these oral histories?"
"No." Shang Jianyao shook his head again, and said in a low voice with a bit of magnetism, "There is only one path that fate has determined for us."
Jiang Baimian gave this guy a sideways glance, then turned to Long Yuehong and said:
"Is this a line from a radio show?"
Long Yuehong nodded heavily:
"Yes!"
Jiang Baimian didn't see Shang Jianyao, but smiled and said to Bai Chen:
"I forgot to say just now, you can move to the 622nd floor. Which room will you be assigned to, someone will hand over to you at that time.
"Haha, you can listen to the radio tonight."
Bai Chen let out an "um", his expression fluctuated slightly and quickly returned to normal.
Jiang Baimian said no more, and waved his hand in the opposite direction like chasing mosquitoes:
"Let's look at the data.
"Shang Jianyao, don't play music!"
"I can't control it!" Shang Jianyao responded loudly.
"Then you can reason with it properly." Jiang Baimian replied angrily.
Shang Jianyao's eyes suddenly lit up, and he seemed to think that this method was very persevering and his own thinking.
He sat down, facing the small speaker with a blue background and a black surface, and rambled on:
"I fixed you with shit and pee, you have to be obedient..."
"I believe now that he really has a doctor to prove it..." Long Yuehong looked at it for a few seconds and said to herself.
"Ah, what did you say? Be louder!" Jiang Baimian turned his head to the side.
Bai Chen turned a blind eye to this, and looked at the information on his own.
"Nothing." Long Yuehong shook her head quickly.
Then, he sighed silently:
"What kind of group is this..."
And his transfer order does not know when it will come down.
…
After dinner, Shang Jianyao did not go back to the 495th floor immediately, but took the elevator to the 490th floor.
He skillfully bypassed the "Activity Center" and "Material Supply Market" here, and came to the front row of rooms.
In the center of these rooms, there is a vertical plaque with black characters on a white background:
"Eleventh Orphanage"
This is the place where Shang Jianyao lived for three years.
-In "Pangu Creature", there will be an orphanage every ten or twenty floors, responsible for raising children who have no immediate family until they reach the age of eighteen.
At this time, many doors of the orphanage were open, but only two or three figures existed.
Everyone else went to the dining hall in front.
Shang Jianyao walked in and came to Li Jiawen, the lame gatekeeper.
"Is the dean there?" Shang Jianyao asked in a gentle voice.
Li Jiawen's hair was already gray, and he was sitting behind a table, looking sleepy.
Hearing the sound, he hurriedly raised his head and looked at it for a while:
"Small business...
"The dean has gone to dinner, sit down, she will be back in a while."
"No need." Shang Jianyao shook his head and walked to Li Jiawen's side.
There is a black shell machine on the wall there that can be used to trade contribution points.
Shang Jianyao looked at the relatively spacious internal activity space, various old appliances, and rather simple furnishings in turn, took out the electronic card, and swiped it on the machine.
Then, he pressed the figure of 50,000 and chose the eleventh orphanage as the recipient.
Because it was a large transaction, he pressed his fingerprint again to confirm.
Li Jiawen looked at Shang Jianyao's back and said with a smile:
"Come to donate
"I'm really interested, haven't I just started work?"
The company is responsible for the basic budget of the orphanage, but it only covers the room, space, staff salaries, living security for each orphan and corresponding energy rationing.
To make the environment of the orphanage better and every orphan to eat better, we rely more on donations from employees.
Shang Jianyao turned around, put away the electronic card, and said with a smile:
"Help me save."
"Ah?" Li Jiawen looked blank.
"Thank you every time." Shang Jianyao didn't say more, nodded lightly, and walked out of the orphanage.
Li Jiawen watched him go away, stood up slowly, limped to the black-shell machine, and checked the transaction records.
"50,000?" he exclaimed.
He has worked for so many years, and his current savings is about the same.
…
Floor 495, "Material Supply Market".
Shang Jianyao bought a bunch of high-priced and easy-to-use items like cloth, hugged them, and walked back to Area B.
He didn't go home and 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 a bit bigger than the room where Shang Jianyao lives now, with a narrow bedroom on the right, and the rest of the room serves as the 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 don't you go to the cafeteria?" Shang Jianyao walked over and asked abruptly.
Tian Jing was in her thirties. Although her face was beautiful, she looked very haggard.
She smiled wryly:
"It still needs to be avoided. Although the company has always said that 'no heart disease' is not contagious, everyone is still quite afraid.
"No, it's all a holiday for me."
Shang Jianyao said "um":
"Uncle Shen has always taken care of me before."
As he spoke, he put the pile of things in his hand at Shen Du's house.
"...No, no, this is too precious!" Tian Jing just glanced at it and knew that the items that Shang Jianyao brought were worth tens of thousands of contribution points.
Shang Jianyao stopped and thought about it:
"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, waved his hand and said:
"It seems you don't want to."
Seeing Shang Jian Yao's "resolute" attitude, Tian Jing murmured for a while:
"If you need help in the future, just say it."
Shang Jianyao nodded, turned and walked towards his home.
Vaguely, he heard Shen Du's child asking his mother from behind:
"Mom, isn't that uncle afraid that we will get sick
"Mom, when will Dad's illness get better
"Mom, when will Dad be back?"
Shang Jianyao's footsteps paused for a while, then sped up a lot.