Faced with Bai Chen's problem, Jiang Baimian lowered his head and smiled:

“Don’t be so anxious.

“This will take a meeting next time the board of directors will be decided.

"However, it is reported that Minister Yu said that the directors are quite open-minded in this matter, and the only point of dispute at present is what treatment they give."

"Yeah." Bai Chen was obviously relieved.

Jiang Baimian thought for a moment, picked up a piece of paper on the table and said:

"The laboratory has already given a report on the papers Shang Jianyao took back from the ruins of the steel factory.

"There are two handwritings printed on the previous pages. After restoration and comparison, it can be confirmed 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 years old; Marriage: Married; Address: Room 302, Building 4, District 2, Family District.

"The patient said that he was normal in his own way and his mental state was normal.

"The main complaint: In the past seven days, my son has been seen at least once every day. The patient's son had a car accident a few years ago and became a vegetative person. He is currently receiving new treatment in a place in the north as a volunteer..."

After reading it, Jiang Baimian looked around and said:

"How is it? Any ideas?"

"A mental medical record that doesn't have much problem." Bai Chen has figured out what a medical record is during the time he joined the company.

Long Yuehong followed and said:

"Can the hospital in that steel plant treat mental illness?"

In his opinion, that is a location that is a little larger than the infirmary on each floor of "Pangu Biology".

Moreover, even within the "Pangu Biology", only one of the three major hospitals can treat mental illnesses.

"The patient may not think that he is mentally ill. He suspects that there is an eye problem, so he just goes to the outpatient clinic to take a look. Anyway, the doctor will consider which hospital she can transfer to, so she doesn't need to worry about it." Jiang Baimian tried to explain the situation inside "Pangu Biology".

Shang Jianyao, who was listening to their discussion, suddenly said:

"What if the patient has neither mental problems nor eye disease, but he can see his son at least once a day?"

Long Yuehong suddenly said "hissed":

"Stop telling ghost stories, that's vegetative!

"Take a step back, even if her son is really cured and woke up, there is no reason to hide from his mother. He only appears around her so many times every day?"

Shang Jianyao's guess made Long Yuehong feel a little cold inexplicably, as if she was quietly blown by the cold wind from hell.

Yin wind...

wind……

Long Yuehong's eyes widened:

"When did you turn off the electric fan?"

Only then did he realize that Shang Jianyao silently turned off the silent electric fan on the team leader's desk and pressed the switch.

——The daytime of "Pangu" is sometimes hot.

"When you discuss it," Shang Jianyao replied with a smile, "What an atmosphere!"

"Don't waste energy!" Jiang Baimian turned off the electric fan with a snap.

She turned and said:

"You can't tell anything about such a lonely medical record, but since it's the information left over from the old world, it's better to put it in our group's archives. Maybe it will come in handy at any time, and connect it with other clues to reveal something."

"Okay." She clapped, "Today's information is the oral history collected by the 'old commissioning team' before."

"Oral history?" Bai Chen could probably understand what this meant, but he still felt that the term was unfamiliar.

Jiang Baimian glanced at Shang Jianyao:

"Oral history is the history that the person involved tells orally, and has experienced and heard of.

"The main work of the 'old commissioning team' in the past was to collect this. What did they do and what they gained later? It sank in the historical sea with their disappearance. Well, according to the telegrams, they still had a batch of important oral histories that they had not had time to report.

"The oral history we obtained mainly comes from old people who were still alive in the company at that time and experienced the destruction of the old world. These are all very valuable information. Most of these people have passed away now.

"After reading these repeatedly and extracting useful clues and information, we will replace the second batch of oral history. These are the remnants of the old world in the nearby area, similar to those of Mayor Tian.

"As for the third batch after that, we can only rely on ourselves.

"In short, our next goal of action must be found in these information, or, based on the saved message, follow the route that the previous 'old commissioning team' has taken."

Hearing this, Shang Jianyao raised his hand.

"Needless to say, I know." Jiang Baimian nodded gently, "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 want to say that the route chosen by the 'old commissioning group' before should also be based on the clues extracted from these oral history?"

"No." Shang Jianyao shook his head again, and said with a low voice with a little magnetic point, "There is only one way that fate has determined for us."

Jiang Baimian glanced at this guy, turned his head to Long Yuehong and said:

“Is this a line from a radio show?”

Long Yuehong focuses on the key points:

"yes!"

Jiang Baimian didn't see Shang Jian Yao, but instead smiled and said to Bai Chen:

"I forgot to say just now that you can move to the 622nd floor. Which room you allocate to, someone will hand over to you.

"Haha, you can listen to the radio tonight."

Bai Chen said "yes", his expression fluctuated slightly and quickly returned to normal.

Jiang Baimian stopped talking and waved his hands in the opposite direction like a mosquito:

“Everyone will look at the information.

"Shang Jianyao, don't play music!"

"I can't control it!" Shang Jianyao responded loudly.

"Then you should reason with it." Jiang Baimian replied angrily.

Shang Jianyao's eyes lit up suddenly, as if he felt that this method was very consistent with his own thinking.

He sat down and said in a silly manner to the small speaker with blue bottom and black surface:

"I will fix you with shit and pee, so you must be obedient..."

"I believe now that he really has a doctor proved it..." Long Yue Hongran looked at it for a few seconds and said to herself.

"Ah, what did you say? Let's be louder!" Jiang Baimian tilted his head.

Bai Chen ignored this and read the information on his own.

"Nothing." Long Yuehong shook his head quickly.

Then, he sighed silently:

"What kind of group is this..."

And he didn't know when his transfer order would be able to come down.

…………

After dinner, Shang Jianyao did not return 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 of a row of rooms in the back.

In the center of these rooms, a vertical plaque with black characters on white background:

"The Eleventh Orphanage"

This is where Shang Jianyao lived for three years.

——Inside the "Pangu Biology", there will be an orphanage on every ten or twenty floors, responsible for raising children who have no immediate family until they are over 18 years old.

At this time, many doors of the orphanage were open, but only two or three figures were present.

Everyone else went to the cafeteria in front.

Shang Jianyao walked in and came to the lame old guard Li Jiawen.

"Are the dean here?" Shang Jianyao asked in a calm voice.

Li Jiawen's hair was gray and he sat behind a table, looking drowsy.

Hearing the sound, he quickly raised his head and looked at it for a while:
To be continued...