Prince Jing nodded, and Ren Guanjia walked to the front of the car again neatly, opened the door, held his hand on the roof, and protected Wang Ziqing and the others into the car.

After doing all this, Ren Guan closed the car door gently.

He stood in the light and raised his head slightly. In the slightly dazzling sunlight, the expression of smile on his face was diluted a lot.

There was only a cruel sight, and the sharp blade shot towards the window of the ward on the second floor.

Qiao Ansheng sat in the ward and heard the sound of the car engine in the yard. She lifted the quilt, got up and got out of bed, although she told Wang Ziqing that everything was happening.

But all of this is based on her deduction and guessing, and there is no written evidence.

Qiao Ansheng couldn't sit down for a moment, so he put on a piece of clothing and walked towards the hospital archives.

During the past few days she was hospitalized, the hospital also knew her identity.

Therefore, when Qiao Ansheng proposed to check the hospitalization records, the administrator did not question or refuse too much, but was a little embarrassed.

"The hospitalization record from more than 20 years ago? This...is there is, but which day do you want?"

The administrator is an elderly man with the hat of an archivist. Although he is old, he is very energetic.

He looked at the archive shelf full of information behind him, touched the brim of his hat and said, "But, in the early years, many hospital procedures were not very standardized. Although these hospitalization records had to be stored for at least twenty years according to regulations, they were all paper files. As now they are all electronic files, and paper things rarely can be stored for so long."

The administrator gave Qiao Ansheng a shot in advance.

"So, don't have too much hope, you may not be able to find it..."

Qiao Ansheng stood at the door and was blown by the wind at the vent. She coughed and her voice was a little hoarse: "Well, I know, but I still want to ask you to find it for me. Do you still remember the day when the mudslide occurred? I want the hospitalization record of the nearby date..."

The administrator was stunned for a moment: "Ah, you meant that major natural disaster, we have this!"

He turned around and walked towards the airs, muttering as he walked.

"Because there were too many hospitalized at that time, I specially set up a space to store the records of that year a few days ago."

Qiao Ansheng was delighted and hurried in, helped the old man move the ladder, and searched with him.

The archives are stored in the archives, some of which have been stored for decades, so there is a smell of moldy paper floating in the air.

Many files are not viewed all year round and are covered in dust.

The administrator pointed at the serial numbers on the shelves and glanced over one by one. He was muttering about the numbers, and suddenly he paused his fingers and raised his voice.

"Hey! Found it! It's here! It's these..."

He held the ladder with his hand and sucked the layers of files with his other hand. The files were pulled out and he first slapped the dust on his face. Qiao Ansheng stood below and covered his nose with the dust.

She was so choked that she couldn't do it, and a piece of dust rushed into her throat and she started coughing violently.

The administrator dusted the dust on the files, slowly got off the shelf, and handed the files to Qiao Ansheng: "Look, see, is there any record you are looking for?"

Qiao Ansheng thanked him, took it with him with gratitude, and quickly began to search.

The date of the mudslide that year was similar to the current date, and it was also in late summer, and the file was recorded in mid-July.

Qiao Ansheng looked at each name, but he didn't even miss the notes on the corners, but he saw that the record book in his hand became thinner and thinner.

I never saw that familiar name.

Qiao Ansheng's joy in his heart also decreased little by little as the thickness of the record book decreased.

Turning to the last page, but not finding Lin Qing's name, Qiao Ansheng was a little disappointed, raised his head and asked the administrator who was drinking water there: "Old man, are there anything else? There is no in this book."

The administrator put down the white enamel cup in his hand and said, "Ah": "No, I'll take a look..."

He took the archive book in Qiao Ansheng's hand, looked at the time, and was also a little confused: "These are the hospitalization records of that year? How come there are no one?"

He looked through a few pages, looked at the time in the record book, and suddenly stomped his feet, whispered his long oh, slapped his thighs, and looked regretful.

Qiao Ansheng didn't understand why, but when he saw his annoyed expression, he couldn't help but become nervous. He rushed to ask: "What's wrong, old man?"

The administrator shook his head and looked at Qiao Ansheng again, and he felt a little sorry.

"Sorry, little girl, I'm old, I forgot to tell you that the hospital cleaned up a batch of hospitalization records a few days ago. If the records you want to check were before..."

He raised the file in his hand: "It's the hospital I was staying in before the date here, so it's probably impossible to find it..."

Qiao Ansheng's joy turned into loss in an instant, covering her empty space, and her heart was filled with a cold feeling.

"Why do you need to clean it up?"

The administrator touched the wrinkles on the record book, and his face was helpless.

"It's expired. It's been more than 20 years. The hospital is also trying to make room. After all, it's been more than 20 years, and no one has come to find it, so they all cleaned up in one go."

Qiao Ansheng was immediately chopped there, his limbs were a little stiff.

If she can’t even find the hospitalization records, what should she check? Or, ask the hospital’s medical staff one by one to see if they have any impression of what happened back then.

But there are so many people in the hospital, and they ask each question one by one, and it is undoubtedly a matter of looking for needles in a haystack. And how many personnel have been transferred in the hospital on the way.

Where should she start?

Qiao Ansheng felt as if he was in a maze. He had just found the exit, but rushed down in one breath but found that it was a dead end.

She couldn't help feeling a little discouraged, and her eyes and eyebrows were covered with heavy disappointment.

Perhaps seeing Qiao Ansheng's face was too disappointed, the administrator couldn't help but persuade the beautiful and beautiful little girl in front of him.

"What's wrong, little girl, don't be sad. Let me tell you first, what do you want to do with such a long record? If you tell me, I can also think of a solution for you."

Qiao Ansheng reluctantly smiled and looked at the kind old man.
Chapter completed!