musicians of old

Chapter 164 Surgical eyeball surgery (4K [-] in [-])

A group of people bypassed the buildings in the square square of the Workhouse, and came to a gray brick building that was lower and wider, with large windows on the top.

Dozens of super-powerful steam engine fans were lined up in the distance, blowing loudly in the ears. Before entering the door, Fan Ning smelled an extremely distinctive smell similar to plant aromatherapy.

There is no faint sense of stuffiness in the kitchen and living room before. Under the strong convection effect, the skin can clearly feel the air is flowing efficiently.

"What's this smell? Does oil paint have this smell?" Fanning turned his head and asked.

"Of course not." Stanley laughed twice, "The process of making oil paints naturally has an unpleasant and irritating smell. The ventilation in this workshop is limited. We added some natural aromatherapy and brought a steam fan. Convection together is not only treating the management personnel in the hospital well, but also improving their working environment, so that they will not have too much fear of difficulties in the transformation process."

A trace of vigilance instinctively emerged in Fanning's heart, and he gave Joan beside him a questioning look.

Joan responded with an affirmative look.

It is indeed a natural aromatherapy, and there is no warning of danger for spirituality.

The production process here is far simpler than that of a watch factory. The function and movement of the assembly line can be clarified after a little observation. The colorful mineral toner is sorted and sent to the conveyor belt, transported to the front and back of the laborers, and directly grinds. The other side is packaged. The extension and assembly line of the shell are combined into one, and finally it is packed and packed.

Poor men with the same appearance are busy at various workstations. They have shaved heads, ugly clothes, but good looks and spirits, and their hands are relatively compact. However, occasionally some lazy people are discovered by the supervisor. After being reprimanded He lowered his head in shame.

"Since new officers have come to visit, I'll just repeat the lines and route from yesterday." Stanley gradually recovered his hearty smile and continued to start a new round of introductions.

"The main function of our pigment factory is labor education, so the profit factor is weak, and the price is approachable... Although it is a niche brand with limited production and sales, it insists on pure handmade production and uses high-quality toner. It is by no means like some unscrupulous oil paints. The manufacturers used gels and waxes to make up for it...Although the poor institutions have moved several times over the years, moving farther and farther west from the city of Uflandsell to the suburbs, there has always been a group of loyal painters following in their footsteps..."

Fanning approached a grinding station.

On a thick frosted glass plate that functions as a mortar, the laborer picks up a graduated funnel, mixes the toners of various colors brought by the conveyor belt in a certain proportion, and piles them up like small hills.

Then, he punched a small hole in the middle, poured cold-pressed linseed oil, and started grinding with a pestle and a glass tablet. With the addition of various auxiliary materials, the emerald green color and shape gradually formed, and finally poured it into another production line to send Here comes the tin can.

The laborers who completed a short process showed a pleasing expression.

Fanning expressed understanding.I have to say that its texture and fineness are really beautiful, restrained and stable, even and shiny.He had already imagined in his mind how it would look when he smeared it thickly on the linen cloth, it was like a piece of emerald.

He activated his spiritual sense and looked around.

A variety of heterogeneous colors come into view, including golden yellow, sky blue, peach red, dark green, and tumbling and iterative stripes.

This is normal.

Ordinary dead objects also have the light and shadow of the phase, and some specific objects can also be used to fill the phase of the altar after being symbolized.

Minerals and herbs belong to the category of substances with stronger phase light and shadow. Strictly speaking, the boundary between them and mystery is very blurred. "Herbal medicine and mineralogy" is a branch of mysticism.

This time, Fan Ning did not feel the strong sense of spiritual danger in the watch factory last time from these raw toners or finished pigments.

Although these poor men operate with bare hands and without masks, it is also a routine situation in this era, and there is no such outrageous operation as the female worker witnessed by Fan Ning last time.

Even the arrangement of workshop ventilation and deodorization devices is quite humanized.

If you have to be picky...the raw material toner is very good?The finished paint is beautiful?Workers are very energetic?

People's special inspection halls leave overnight.

"Give me a package of finished paints of various colors and take away with me." Fanning waved his hand.

Stanley immediately agreed, and signaled to his subordinates to make arrangements now. Fan Ning thought for a while, and then chose the on-site spot check designation.

"It seems that the officers have the same elegant aesthetics. I also sent a batch to them yesterday. Thank you for going back to promote the products for us."

The packing was completed very quickly. Seeing the staff member carrying the bundle come up to him, Fan Ning stretched out his hand to take it, and the man hurriedly stepped back to salute.

"Don't bother me, sir, I will follow you to the car later."

Fanning ignored him, and when everyone was about to follow him out of the workshop gate, he turned around again.

"You just said that over the years, this workhouse has moved farther and farther from the west of Uvransel to the suburbs?"

"It's the same trend. Cities began to expand, and they also moved out." Stanley stepped forward and nodded, correcting again: "... By the way, it's a poverty relief agency, sir."

"Where did it start?"

"The west of the city is of course the Mecklen area, and the closest to the city center is the present-day East Mecklen area."

Is there any possibility of such a coincidence?

Strictly speaking, since the mysterious incident of burning paintings is involved here, and the City Psychiatric Committee Hospital where Ms. Hamilton used to work is also suspected of being involved in mysterious incidents...mystery and mystery...together?
"Take me to the archives." Fanning stepped out the door.

The gate is located in the main building, and there is a small attic on the west corner.

The archives room has a smell of old wood, the gas lights are bright, and the cleaning is good, but other than that, the management is in a mess. The wooden shelves seem to be placed in sections, but in fact there is no classification inside.

Fan Ning squatted down and saw the financial files from 5 years ago, the personnel entry and exit ledger and simplified files from 3 years ago in the same place, and the personnel files of this year's staff were also stamped on top of them.

However, after the accompanying four managers joined the search, some documents that Fanning wanted to consult were gradually found.

From the different addresses shown in the dossiers of each age, it can be seen that the Langefni Workhouse experienced three major relocations in 902, 898, and 894 of the new calendar.In fact, its relative position to the main urban area of ​​Uvransel has not changed, and it will always remain at a distance of tens of kilometers, but with the expansion of the main urban area, its position will go all the way to the west.

Stanley explained: "I took over after the big relocation in 898. After reorganizing its assets and management personnel structure, its chaotic management status and hardware level gradually came to the right track... Well, it has passed before I knew it. 15 years."

Fanning looked at the address changes during that period.

The two addresses that moved in and moved out are both in East Mecklen, but by comparison, they are still far away from the location of the Turner Art Museum.

"Where's the hospital?" Fanning asked looking up.

"Hospital?" Stanley asked puzzled.

"City Psychiatric Board Hospital."

"Oh, you said this." Stanley suddenly realized, "After the promulgation of the "Urban Poverty Act" in the early 80s, the medical system of the poor institutions has gradually become independent, and the name will not be used. We have no intersection with them... This was the case before I took over here, you can also continue to look through the archives from 898 years ago, there is no gap in our handover work in this area."

Fanning walked out of the door of the archive room, looked at the steps in front of him and the big lock at the end: "Is there an attic?"

"The preservation period of the archives is 20 years, and the space is limited. We will throw the unnecessary things on this."

"Open it."

"It's a mess in here." Stanley smiled, but nodded to the people around him without hesitation, "Which one of you brought the keys?"

A staff member climbed the steps, bent down to unlock the lock, and tossed and rattled for half a minute, then turned around and smiled at the crowd: "Boss, I don't know if the key is broken or the lock is broken..."

Just as Stanley was about to say something, he found that the middle of the wooden door started to smoke. In just a few seconds, a scorched black color appeared, and then a black hole the size of a fist.

The next moment, dense cracks suddenly appeared around the black hole, and quickly spread to the entire door. With a few clicks, the main part collapsed, and a hole big enough for people to pass appeared in front of everyone.

Fanning and Joan looked at each other, saw her winking at him, and a small smile formed on the corners of her mouth.

"Go in." Afterwards, his expression returned to normal, and he took the lead to step into the archive room on the top floor.

Stanley didn't know who made the move. He looked at the backs of the three people in fear, and then turned his head to signal his subordinates to follow.

This room has only one skylight with a slanted roof, and the room is full of dust. Although it is larger than the file room below, the level of mess is unbelievable. The aisle between the wooden shelves is full of files, which is taller than the wooden shelf itself. The outside is blocked by a discarded cooking pot, and the plastic folders inside are piled up into a hill.On the other side of the stacked files, there is a pile of urinals that have been disassembled from nowhere.

More staff members were called, and they took their positions according to Fanning's request, and began to sort out the files by category, and the three of them shuttled back and forth to check.

During this period, Stanley yawned all day long, from standing to leaning against the wall, from leaning against the wall to squatting and getting up again, and finally ignored the expensive trousers and sat down on the dust.

"Mr. Fanning, and two beautiful ladies, it's almost six o'clock, do you want to go to the town for dinner first?" Stanley, who was sitting on the ground, asked tentatively.

No one cares about him.

The sun had already set, and several people pulled up long wires and hung three large light bulbs on the wooden frame.

"Caroun, here are the records of the poor in the courtyard earlier." Sheeran walked to Fan Ning, tugged on his sleeve, and motioned to come with him.

Joan also walked over, and the three squatted down and got together.

"Pull the lightbulb and cord over your head," Fanning ordered, looking back.

Dust floated under the light, and the spines of these document bindings were almost scattered, and the old pages were yellowed with large patches of mildew.

These historical files are at least 20 years old, and the recorded information is mainly concentrated on the admission and discharge of the poor from 870 to 892. The earlier scattered records were found by everyone in 865.

They are similar to rectangular booklets, and the size is close to the palm of an adult with five fingers together and stretched. The information that the poor need to record is not much, and the space on each page is enough to accommodate a person's file.

The main content only includes name, gender, age, family name, and pre-hospital conditions—what a few people see is usually a sentence covering previous occupations, physical conditions, or bad habits.

Coupled with the records of medical conditions, what several people see usually ends in death or discharge.

There are also many people who did not write, including their names, and some of the children did not know what their names were.

As far as the management of the workhouse is concerned, these are the only things that are meaningful. It mainly depends on whether the person is a man or a woman, and how many members of the family are alive or dead.

"Caroun, look at this inscription!" Sheeran said softly.

The three people's eyes focused on this file page that had been corroded and had gaps of various sizes, and the name column of the poor was completely moldy.

In the signature place in the lower right corner of the medical record, there is "Adeline Hamilton" written in pale yellow that has faded, and the date of signature is the 883st of a certain month in 1 in the new calendar.

Fan Ning's pupils dilated in an instant, and he didn't expect his wild premonition to be true.

The predecessor of the Langefni Workhouse for more than [-] years is related to the hospital on the original site of the Turner Art Museum, and it is likely that the latter was independent from the medical system of the former.

"Where did you find that out?" Fanning asked.

"This gentleman handed it down from above." Sheeran pointed to a staff member standing on a ladder and rummaging through the top of the wooden shelf.

"Hold all the boxes down there."

A few minutes later, Fanning found more files dating from this period and with frequent signatures on Ms. Hamilton's medical records.

Before checking item by item, he roughly flipped through these books, which not only included the medical records of the poor in the workhouse handled by Ms. Hamilton, but also mixed with the accounts of her medical services provided to outside patients.

Judging from the previous time points, Ms. Hamilton has been taking care of the old organist Viern until his death in 886, and then matched with the authorities to complete the reform of the medical system of this workhouse. It took about two years to build the hospital. At the end of 888, he became the dean.

The combination of these previous survey results and current data shows that Ms. Hamilton had at least 5 years of work experience as a poorhouse doctor before becoming the director of the new hospital. At that time, staff resources were tight, and doctors sometimes had to take on several roles in the hospital. Not even serving just one workhouse.

Of course, she is also employed by some outside patients and has the identity of a private psychologist.

After a brief experience as a dean, she completely left the workhouse system and turned to research on field epidemiological investigations of labor and the prevention and control of occupational diseases.

"Medical services for external patients..." Fan Ning flipped through these mixed ledgers, looking forward to something.

After more than ten minutes, he found what he wanted to see.

Like the first found file signed by Hamilton, this ledger is also dated in 883, the month and day cannot be seen clearly, and the medical object is the old organist Viern.

Fanning continued to read vigorously, but there was some astonishment in his eyes as he read.

Originally, according to his expectation, this was the record of Dr. Hamilton's treatment of Viern's depression or mental illness. In this case, some patients' self-reports or medical methods would naturally be recorded in it.

Moreover, the treatment of depression often has a characteristic. Compared with diseases that actually occur on the body or organs, such diseases often do not have any obscure pathological records, and the relatively richer ones are easy to understand for everyone. The patient's self-reported past experiences or content of psychological activities.

This will help me speculate on some hidden details that were unknown back then, such as the living conditions of Viern after he built his mansion on the original site of the Turner Art Museum, his psychological activities in his later years, and maybe even involve Viern Ern died, what happened after Hamilton became the director of the hospital.

But this visit record is not about treating mental illness...

It's an eye surgery.

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