Advocate for the deceased

Chapter 370 White spot reappearance (11)

The so-called archive room is on the first floor, but it is just a part of the small second floor. The old wooden door has been painted many times, and several colors can be seen in the mottled position.

Lao Yang fumbled in his trouser pocket with his left hand for a long time, found a large bunch of keys, and opened the door lock, but his right hand barely moved during the whole process, and was still inserted in the pocket of his white coat.

Zhou Hai couldn't help but take a second look. Lao Yang felt Zhou Hai's gaze, and raised the sleeve of his right hand, revealing a hand shrunken like a chicken's claw. Even Zhou Hai was shocked when he saw it.

Seeing that Lao Yang was about to withdraw, he stretched out his hand to hold his right hand. Regardless of the different shades of color, he lightly touched the surface with bumpy scars and nodules all over the place. Under the scar was the bone, with severe loss of muscles and ligaments. The ring finger and little finger It's all gone too.

Zhou Hai frowned and looked at Lao Yang.

"This is the damage caused by concentrated sulfuric acid?"

With a surprised smile on his face, Lao Yang looked up at Zhou Hai.

"You are too good at this. I was indeed splashed with sulfuric acid, and I didn't deal with it in time, so the necrosis was serious. Furthermore, the medical technology back then was limited, and the skin grafting was not done well, and the atrophy was very severe."

Zhou Hai nodded, seeing that the scars of the wound had softened a little. This journey would take many years, and the injury was done at least 20 years ago.

"You were also a doctor here before?"

Lao Yang nodded.

"You guessed it, but it happened many years ago, just like the last life."

It seemed that he was very interested in Zhou Hai. He tore off the door lock, took Zhou Hai's hand and walked in. The spring door almost hit the fat man, and he followed in with a look of disgust.

"Did you offend someone?"

Lao Yang looked far away, as if recalling what happened back then, and shook his head slightly.

"It's an old thing, I think about it when I'm free, but I haven't figured it out after thinking about it for decades. If I don't think about it, I'm living a pretty good life now, at least better than those few salted fish at the registration office, right?"

Such a sentence made Zhou Hai feel relieved a lot, the fat man also laughed when he heard Xianyu's words, Zhou Hai patted Lao Yang's hand.

"We are young, let's call you Uncle Yang!"

Lao Yang waved his hand, "Don't!

It’s good to call me Lao Yang, at least this three-acre land is the stage I’m best at! "

After speaking, he raised his head and laughed. Such a state of mind is really admirable. You must know that from a lofty angel in white——Dr. Yang, now he has become a physically disabled—Old Yang.

Most people can't accept such a psychological gap, and either close themselves off or change careers altogether, but he can still work and laugh so heartily, he is really a strong man in life.

The fat man leaned over and looked at Lao Yang seriously.

"People say that you have a big heart and a fat body. Why are you so thin? Do you have any experience?"

Lao Yang looked at Fatty's expression and thought for a while.

"This figure seems to be more important in genetics. There are no fat people in our family."

The fat man curled his lips, "There is no fat man in our family. I am a special case. I don't think I am from the same planet as them."

Lao Yang couldn't help laughing, "You are not generous, you are heartless.

Alright, hurry up and get down to business. Give me your piece of paper. I'm old and my memory is bad. I read it again and didn't remember it. Let me see who they are and whether there is a time frame for medical treatment. will be very fast. "

The fat man got up, pointed to each person's information and introduced them in detail, and Lao Yang looked up at the two of them.

"You have done a very detailed job, and it is really not easy to get this information together."

Zhou Hai thought of the previous investigation by Hu Detachment and the others. He remembered that he had gone to the Third Court to search for information, and Zhou Hai held Lao Yang's arm.

"In April and May this year, did the police come to check the information?"

Lao Yang recalled a little, then shook his head firmly.

"No, there are not many people who came to check the files, and I can basically remember them, especially the characteristics of the police are easy to remember, and there is no mistake, but I called to ask about this information called Zhu Leyu."

Zhou Hai nodded, and Lao Yang turned around and walked towards the computer. Even though he only had one hand, the operation didn't seem too slow. He quickly searched for a piece of information on the computer, recorded it, and started to search for the next one.

Taking the two pieces of information, he went directly to the next room, Zhou Hai glanced at the fat man, the fat man immediately understood, and followed Lao Yang to the next room.

Zhou Hai raised his hand and brushed his hair. While doing this, he looked around the room for a week, but he didn't find anything like surveillance as far as he could see.

This is an office. The place where they stand is a sofa. There is a desk in the northeast corner, two computers and printers. The remaining wall has six cabinets that are less than one person high. All are numbered.

It seems that these are numbers and catalogues. In an era when computers are prevalent, it is really rare to see such ancient things.

Zhou Hai walked over and simply opened them, and they were indeed all cards. Although the handwriting on them was not pretty, it was more neat and tidy.

Seeing this, Zhou Hai twitched his fingers. Although there is not much writing on each card, how many cards do these six cabinets need?
Needless to say, I know the quantity. It seems that even the files from many years ago have been sorted out. This work is not done in a day or two, it is accumulated over time.

Walking to the desk, Zhou Hai glanced at the desk habitually. The mouse was placed on the left side, and the keyboard and monitor were placed neatly, but there was a white corner of paper exposed under the keyboard.

Zhou Hai raised his eyebrows, it seems that he also has this habit, he likes to put temporary important documents or records here, and then classify them in a unified way.

Almost subconsciously, Zhou Hai stretched out his hand to open the keyboard. It was not a piece of paper, but a few folded printing papers. He raised his hand to take out his phone and took a photo before picking up the paper.

These papers are not neatly stacked here. Looking at the creases on them, they should be taken out frequently and then put away again. The fold marks are very messy.

When I opened the paper, there were some chemical molecular formulas, and some formulas for checking and proportioning. The rest was the step record. After reading a few pages, it was almost full of these things. It seemed that I was experimenting with something?
Could it be the analysis of drug ingredients?
Zhou Hai felt strange. After all, he was not good at these things. It seemed that people should not be judged by appearances, but this old Yang had such thoughts.

When putting the paper back, Zhou Hai's hand stopped, took out his mobile phone and took a picture of some papers, then put the paper back in the previous position, and restored the keyboard.

Turning around and looking behind the desk, there is a calligraphy work by Dou Fang, framed in a photo frame and hanging on the wall behind, with two words 'Benevolence' written on it, signed by Yang Duxiu on January 28, Ji Chou Year.

Zhou Hai remembered that this was Lao Yang's name. A person with a disabled right hand who practiced writing with his left hand the day after tomorrow is really admirable to be able to write calligraphy to this level.

It's just that this handwriting seems a little familiar, and I don't know whose handwriting it is somewhat similar to.
(End of this chapter)