"Achoo!"
At the same time.
Xu Liang, who quietly entered the Women's and Children's Hospital in Hanhai City and was investigating in the archives room, suddenly sneezed.
He wiped his nose with a tissue.
"Why do I have the feeling that someone is talking about me?"
Xu Liang muttered.
Beside him, Yang Ruoxi heard him, suspiciously touched his forehead, and then said:
"No fever, though."
"Maybe it's because the temperature dropped, and I caught a cold."
"Hmm, let's not worry about it. Let's investigate first."
Xu Liang casually said.
At this moment, he appeared in the archives room of a top-grade hospital in Jiangsan City.
Around him were Wang Chao and Liu Jin, and the four of them were continuously searching through some archival data.
The doctor in charge nearby saw this scene and hesitated for a moment.
After a long while, Liu Jin suddenly spoke:
"Found it, the birth details of Zhang Li on July 12, 1987."
He held a stack of documents in his hand.
