Become a Big Brother’s Favorite After Marriage

The prince nodded, and the steward Ren walked to the front of the car neatly, opened the door, held on to the roof of the car, and protected the two of them into the car.

After doing all this, the butler gently closed the car door.

He stood under the light and raised his head slightly. In the slightly dazzling sunlight, the smile on his face was diminished a lot.

There was only a fierce sight, and the sharp blade generally shot at the window of the second floor ward.

Qiao Ansheng was sitting in the ward and heard the sound of the car engine in the yard. She lifted the quilt and got up and got out of bed, although she cleared up everything with the prince.

But all of this is based on her derivation and speculation, and there is no literal evidence.

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

In the past few days she was hospitalized, the people in the hospital also knew her identity.

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

"Hospital records more than twenty years ago? This... Yes, but which day do you want?"

The administrator is an elderly person with an archivist hat. Although he is old, he is very energetic.

He glanced 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 according to regulations, these hospitalization records must be stored at least 20 years. Years ago, but before they were all paper files, like now they are all electronic files, and few paper things can be stored for this long."

The administrator gave Qiao Ansheng a vaccination in advance.

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

Qiao Ansheng stood at the door and was blown by the wind on the vent. She coughed and her voice was a little dumb: "Well, I know, but I still want to trouble you to find it for me. Do you remember when the mudslide happened back then? I want the hospitalization records of that nearby date..."

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

He turned and walked towards the shelves, mumbling as he walked.

"Because there were too many people in the hospital at that time, I also specially created a space a few days ago to store the records of that year."

Qiao Ansheng was overjoyed, and hurriedly walked in, helped the old man move the ladder, and rummaged along with him.

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

Many files are not checked all year round and are full of dust.

The manager pointed his finger at the serial numbers on the shelves and glanced over them one by one. He babbled the serial numbers, and suddenly he paused with his fingers, and his voice went up.

"Hey! Found it! This is it! These are..."

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

She was so choked that a dust rushed into her throat, and she coughed violently.

The manager dusted off the dust on the file, slowly came down from the shelf, and handed the file to Qiao Ansheng: "Hey, look, is there any record you were looking for?"

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

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

Qiao Ansheng looked at it one by one, and he didn't even let the remarks on the corners go a bit, but he saw that the notebook in his hand became thinner and thinner.

Never saw the familiar name.

The joy in Qiao Ansheng's heart diminished a little as the thickness of the notebook decreased.

Turning to the last page, and did not find Lin Qing’s name, Qiao Ansheng was a little lost, raised his head, and asked the administrator who was drinking water over there, "Old man, are there any others? no."

The manager put down the white enamel cup in his hand and said, "No, let me see..."

He took the file book in Qiao Ansheng's hand and looked at the time. He was also a little puzzled: "These are the hospital records from that year? How come there are none?"

He turned a few pages, looked at the time in the logbook, stomped his foot suddenly, patted his thigh with a long oops, and looked regretful.

Qiao Ansheng didn't know why, but seeing his annoyed expression, he couldn't help becoming nervous, and hurriedly asked: "What's the matter, old man?"

The manager shook his head, and when he looked at Qiao Ansheng again, he was a little bit embarrassed.

"Sorry, little girl, I'm getting old here, and 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 are older than this..."

He raised the file in his hand: "It's the courtyard where I lived before the date above. Most of it can't be found..."

Qiao Ansheng's full of joy turned into loss in an instant, and she was enveloped in emptiness, and her heart was filled with a cold feeling.

"Why clean up?"

The administrator stroked the wrinkles in the notebook, but looked helpless.

"It's over. 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 look for it, so it was all cleaned up at once."

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

If she can't find the hospitalization record, what should she check? In other words, go and ask the medical staff in the hospital one by one to see if they have any impression of what happened back then.

However, so many people in the hospital asked them one by one, undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack, and how many personnel were transferred in the hospital on the way.

Where should she start.

Qiao Ansheng only felt like he was in a maze. He just found the exit, and rushed down to find that it was a dead end.

She couldn't help feeling a little frustrated, and her eyebrows were filled with heavy disappointment.

It may be that Qiao Ansheng's expression was too disappointed, and the administrator couldn't help but persuaded the beautiful young girl in front of him.

"What's the matter, little girl, don't be sad. Let me talk about what you want to do with such a long record. If you tell me, I can help you figure out a solution."

Qiao Ansheng grinned reluctantly and faced the kind old man.

"I, I wanted to find the hospitalization record of a relative of mine. She was also hospitalized because of a mudslide that year. Now everyone does not believe that she saved people back then. I want to find the hospitalization record to prove her..."