I was taken aback, what kind of bridge is this, how can it be like a brokeback mountain? What is the explanation for that fascinated look?

An Jianing's gaze also moved from the document to Dean Fujii's hand, frowned, and quickly withdrew his hand.

Dean Fujii

"Ahh Perfect, really perfect, to be able to control the muscles so easily and flexibly, to speak so fluently, even the fingers are so sensitive, and the pain and touch can be felt vividly......" This statement sounds so awkward,

"Thank you, Dean Fujii, may I ask, apart from the hospitalization records, did Uncle An tell you anything else?" I quickly stepped forward to help An Jianing pick up the file, and asked with a smirk.

If nothing else, I don't want to stay in this room for a second. Fujii shook his head, not minding me interrupting him at all, still with a smiling expression,

"An Zhi asked me, if An Jianing came to him one day, he would hand over this medical record and discharge certificate to him, and nothing else was said."

"In that case, then let's not bother for now, thank you Dean." I bowed deeply as I spoke, dragging An Jianing to leave.

I walked to the door and touched the door, but the door didn't open, I sighed in my heart, I had a feeling of uneasiness, and when I looked back, I saw Dean Fujii with his hands crossed, his elbows propped up on the table, staring at us with burning eyes, to be exact, staring at An Jianing, I couldn't see what I was thinking.

As soon as I was nervous, I subconsciously grabbed An Jianing's hand. An Jianing let me hold it, turned around, saluted politely, and said, "Thank you for your help, Xiaoya and I are going to leave first." I nodded carelessly.

Dean Fujii still didn't react, his eyes seemed to be struggling, reluctant, and after a while, he raised his hand with a smile and said, "Yami, send off." The door opened.

I didn't bother to express my gratitude, Raan Jianing left the director's office and left the hospital with a strange atmosphere all the way, until I walked to the maglev station, remembering the glowing ground, a silver-white wall, and the burning gaze and weird smile of Dean Fujii, I still couldn't help but stand on end.

"Have you heard Uncle Ann mention this Fujii?" I asked An Jianing with a frown. He shook his head, looked at the papers in his hand, and said, "But he helped us a lot." "That being said, but don't blame me for being psychologically dark, I always feel that this old man doesn't look like a good person.

When we were eating out at noon, I remembered the file in the ID retrieval database that Yang Jie showed me, and asked An Jianing if he could hack into the international ID database to retrieve whether the information there had also been changed.

An Jianing said that the protection measures are quite tight, and he has not been able to overcome them at present.

"But." He shook the document in his hand and said, "With the complete medical records and physical examination certificates, I can apply to modify the ID search system."

"Incorrect".

"Deceased" information, with legal identity. I nodded, indeed, coupled with the technology of interfering with the imaging of the scanning system, An Jianing can basically move freely.

So that afternoon, we ran to almost all the train stations, maglev stations, subway stations, airports, etc. in the city, making full use of the little chip he made.