"Lao Xing, what's wrong, so in a hurry?" On the other side, Lao Chen stopped the light of Dr. Xing, who was walking in a hurry, and asked with concern. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Lao Chen, has Mrs. Hua's son come back recently?" The tall and thin figure seems to have walked a lot and looks a little tired.

Lao Chen's light was silent for a while, probably thinking, and then said, "I don't remember, what's wrong?" ”

"Then do you know that Mrs. Hua is there? Is it out? ”

Lao Chen's light shook his head: "How old is the old lady, and she still goes out." Every time I pay the water bill, I go to her to collect it, and my back is hunched like that, where can I go? ”

"Could it be that she was picked up by her son or a relative?" Dr. Xing asked again.

"Hey, just her white-eyed wolf's little bastard? Even if he grows two hearts, he will not have a conscience to care about her wife, otherwise the old lady will not live in the broken shed, and she will have to make a living with fried peanuts every day. Lao Chen waved his hand, and then asked, "What's the matter, why do you suddenly care about Mrs. Qihua?" ”

"It's not." Doctor Xing's tone was anxious, "I just went to see her, and I found that everything was still there, and there was no one at home, so I thought something was wrong, so I asked you." ”

After listening to this, Lao Chen let out an "oops" and hurriedly asked, "How can this be?" Nothing will happen, right? ”

"I don't know." Lao Xing shook his head, "And I see a lot of bloody napkins in her paper basket, don't something happen." ”

"That's terrible," Lao Chen's light said, and his body changed from standing to turning to leave. "No, I have to find someone to find the old lady, don't fall into the cliff." With that, he hurried away.

The two figures disappeared, and when I looked back, I found that "Xiao Deng" and another Lao Chen had already walked out a long way, and hurriedly ran to keep up, but the mess in my heart was getting bigger and bigger.

Some villagers have disappeared, and it seems that the memory just now should be a long time later. I don't know if the old lady they are talking about is Hua Xiu'e, who I suspect is one of the zero patients. It's a pity that their conversation didn't involve more information about the old lady, but it seems that she has limited mobility and should be at home for a long time.

So have Bai Fenjin and Li Tianhao ever contacted her? I wonder how such an adult and a child could come into contact with a lonely old man in the village. But if there is no contact between them, then how did these three "get sick"?

Also, I remember that in the house that should be Bai Yuelu, I met a few people to discuss the disappearance of the child named "Zhuangzhuang", and I also mentioned that Mrs. Hua was also missing. But Bai Endeavor seemed to be safe at that time, which made me doubt my previous conjecture: Could it be that Bai Endeavor was not patient zero, but this old lady Hua was?

But until these two people are known, nothing is possible to judge. The only thing I can do at the moment is to follow the two lights and shadows in front of me and head towards Dr. Xing's house.

At this time, my exclusive correspondent, Xiao Chen, sent the information back to me. Not only did he not find any medical-related practice certificate for Xing Shiming, but he also did not find any of his work records, so he was almost certain that he had no experience working in any formal medical-related industry.

And another point, he did not find Dr. Xing's student file at Shandong University. However, he also said that the previous archives were very chaotic, and they were basically no longer found before the founding of the People's Republic of China. Some of the older archives after the founding of the People's Republic of China were also incomplete due to various turmoil, and they basically relied on the old alumni to make contact lists spontaneously. Therefore, his academic qualifications cannot be denied on this basis, and perhaps only the file was lost. I thanked Xiao Chen, and as soon as I looked up, I saw that Lao Chen and Xiao Deng's light had come to a small bungalow with an ordinary appearance.

At this time, the small bungalow was long uninhabited, and the roof was covered with leaves. The area is not large, and the location is relatively remote, which looks a little bleak. I looked at the two lights and shadows standing in front of his door, Lao Chen knocked on the door and shouted, "Lao Xing, are you there?" I'm looking for you for something! After waiting for a while, when he saw that there was no one, he turned to the light and shadow of "Xiao Deng" and said:

"There's no way around it, why don't you take me to see the situation of the chicken farm first, and then I'll talk to Lao Xing when I meet him."

"Xiao Deng" nodded, and the two lights and shadows left.

I hesitated, then looked at the somewhat poor little house in front of me, and finally unquenchable curiosity prevailed. As soon as I gritted my teeth, I decided not to chase the two anymore, walked over and took out a crowbar, and with a single effort, I pried open the door of Dr. Xing's house.

The cottage was quiet, with wooden tables and chairs that looked quite poor. In the middle is the living room, on which hangs a framed calligraphy, with the words "hanging pot to help the world", and I don't know which ink treasure it is. Entering from the left side of the living room was a kitchen, and I looked at the three or four bowls on the shelves, as well as the leftovers in the fridge, and I guessed he lived alone.

Xiao Chen intimately helped me check Xing Shiming's basic information, he once had a wife, but died of cancer in 2009 and had no children. I guess I lived here alone for the next few years.

Further to the right, there is Dr. Xing's study.

The room was smaller than I expected, with only a desk, a chair, and a small bookcase by the wall. It seems that he put most of his books in the pharmacy, and here I can only see a few novels of the Ming and Qing dynasties, biographies and the like, all of which are leisure books.

But I can understand that. Every time I saw his light, he seemed to be either in the pharmacy or busy with the big and small medical work in the village. I suspect that he may have spent most of his time in the pharmacy, especially after the death of his wife, and the house may have become a place to sleep at night.

But in his study, I still found an unexpected object: a carefully framed admission letter from Shandong University. This notice looks like it has been around for some years, and even the words are written with a brush, which reads: Xing Shiming, you have been admitted to the clinical medicine major of our school, please come to the school to report before the xx day. Congratulations! Signed: "Shandong University Yijiu Lu Lu Year Lu Yue Qi Day"

Seeing this date, I couldn't help but feel a wave of bitterness and sadness welling up in my heart, and I couldn't help but sigh. For Dr. Xing, and for many people who have experienced the same fate as him. I think I finally knew why he had a university admission letter, a college textbook, but no school records, and then no medical qualifications, but lived in this remote village, in this extremely cold hut, and worked as a barefoot doctor all his life.

It was the tragedy of an era...