"Could it be that the time is short? Sir, I remembered it wrong. I haven't assigned a case number to Qingxintang yet."
"I don't take more than a month to compile each case, so I organize it on a monthly basis. The Qingxintang case has been more than three months." Mr. Cao said while comparing his other cases. Last month's cases The cases were all in perfect order.
Mr. Cao took out the two cases he had sorted out last month. Sure enough, the files had been bound and the names and tattoo numbers had been added.
Fang Min had always paid no attention to the affairs in the yamen. He thought that filing cases and filing files were trivial matters, and the salary for a position like Cao Bin was not high, so he didn't expect that there were so many details.
Fang Min suddenly became vigilant and glanced at the files on the case table. He could see at a glance that the covers of the Qingxintang case were different from those of the other ten cases. Then he glared at Captain Wang angrily and cursed secretly: "Who compiled it?" In the Qingxintang case, even if it is fake, it must be done thoroughly."
At this time, no matter how angry Fang Min was, it would not help. Who would find flaws in such a trivial matter.
"Mr. Cao is really rigorous in his work."
One of the academics named Zhang spoke first, full of praise. He is now a teacher at Yazhu Academy. Today, by chance, they went to a restaurant on the west street to discuss knowledge. They saw crowds of people coming to the yamen on the west street. , they wanted to come and have a look together, and then they saw the scene just now.
"It makes Mr. Zhang laugh. The students just want to do their jobs better." Mr. Cao was also a scholar in the past, so he naturally knew these people in the literary world.
Nangong Yuanyi once again asked scholars in the literary world to check the diagnostic records of Dr. Feng from Qingxintang over the years. As expected, he found that every article was very complete, including the diagnosis records from ten years ago. However, the records of the person who died three months ago at Qingxintang were still there. Nothing, the booklet was missing a page.
Nangong Yuanyi flipped through it personally and said in a deep voice: "What was the name of the deceased?"
"My lord, my name is Liu Huzi." Feng Dong replied.
"Why isn't his name on the diagnostic records?"
"Impossible, we have records of every patient's name." Feng Dong grabbed the booklet and looked for it. He didn't know why Liu Huzi's name was not there.
"Since it is the medicine prescribed by your Qingxintang, it is impossible for the diagnosis to be given without the patient's name." Nangong Yuanyi asked.
"Maybe Feng Sheng forgot to register, or maybe he killed someone and destroyed the record book." Rong Shao said in a non-yinful tone.
"Impossible. Since that incident, some people have gone to Qingxintang to see a doctor, but there are fewer people." Feng Dong flipped through the records and found the names of the patients accurately, but Liu Huzi was not there.
Nangong Yuanyi was not in a hurry and opened the file on the Qingxintang case. It said that Liu Huzi was just poisoned and did not say what kind of poison it was. There is not even a signature from the person who recorded it, and the file was compiled too hastily.
If he asked who compiled this file, Fang Min would definitely shirk it on the grounds that it took a long time, and there would be no proof.
Nangong Yuanyi turned his gaze to Captain Wang and moved the file to his breath. The ink had a touch of moisture and even some scorched wrinkles. It was clear that he had re-copied it and then put it on the fire to make the ink dry as quickly as possible. .
Nangong Yuanyi held up the booklet and said, "The page in the middle has obviously been torn out."
