The group of people walked around the buildings in the rectangular square of the Almshouse and came to a lower and wider gray brick building with large windows at the top.
Dozens of ultra-powerful steam engine fans were lined up in the distance, making a rumbling sound in their ears. Before entering the door, Fan Ning smelled an extremely distinctive smell, similar to plant aromatherapy.
There is no faint feeling of stuffiness in the kitchen and living room before. Under the strong convection effect, the skin can clearly feel the air flowing efficiently.
"What does this smell like? Does oil paint smell like this?" Fan Ning turned around and asked.
"Of course not." Stanley laughed twice, "The process of making oil paints naturally has an unpleasant and pungent smell. The ventilation of this workshop is limited, so we added some natural aromatherapy and brought a steam fan
Communicating together not only treats the hospital management staff well, but also improves their working environment so that they will not be too afraid of the transformation process."
Fan Ning instinctively felt a trace of vigilance in his heart, and he gave Qiong next to him a questioning look.
Joan responded with an affirmative look.
It is indeed a natural aromatherapy, and there is no danger warning for spirituality.
The production process here is far simpler than that of a watch factory. You can understand the functions and movements of the assembly line by just looking at it. The colorful mineral toners are sorted and sent to the conveyor belt, transported to the front and back of the workers, and directly processed for grinding. On the other side is packaging.
The extension of the shell and the assembly line are combined into one, and the final step is to install and package the product.
Poor men with the same appearance were busy at various work stations. They had shaved heads and ugly clothes, but their complexions and spirits were good. Their hand movements were relatively compact. However, occasionally some lazy people were discovered by the supervisor and after being reprimanded
He lowered his head in shame.
"Since new officers have come to visit again, let me just repeat yesterday's lines and route." Stanley gradually regained his hearty smile and continued to start a new round of introductions.
"The main function of our paint 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 purely handmade production and uses high-quality toners. It is not like some black-hearted oil paints.
Manufacturers used gel and wax to make up for it...Although the poor institutions have moved several times over the years, moving farther and farther from the west of Uvranser to the suburbs, there has always been a group of loyal painters following in their footsteps..."
Fan Ning approached a grinding station.
On a thick frosted glass plate that functions as a mortar, the worker picks up a funnel with graduated lines, mixes the various toners brought by the conveyor belt in a certain proportion, and piles them up like a hill.
Then, he made a small hole in the middle, poured in cold-pressed linseed oil, and started grinding it with a pestle and glass tablet. With the addition of various auxiliary materials, the emerald green color and shape gradually took shape, and finally poured it into another production line for delivery.
Here comes the tin can.
The workers who completed a short process showed a pleasing expression.
Fan Ning expressed his understanding. I have to say that its texture and color are indeed beautiful, restrained, stable, uniform and shiny. He has already imagined in his mind the appearance of a thick stroke on the linen, which is simply beautiful.
Like a piece of emerald.
He activated his spiritual sense and looked around.
A variety of heterogeneous colors come into view, including golden, azure, pink, dark green, and tumbling and iterative stripes.
This is normal.
Ordinary dead objects also have phases of light and shadow, and certain specific objects can also be used to fill the phase of the altar after being symbolized.
Minerals and herbs belong to a category of substances with stronger phase light and shadow. Strictly speaking, the boundaries between them and mystery are blurred. "Herbs and mineralogy" is a branch of mysticism.
This time, Fan Ning did not feel the strong sense of spiritual danger from these raw toners or finished pigments that he had last time at the watch factory.
Although these poor men were operating with bare hands and without masks, it was a normal situation in this era, and there was no such outrageous operation as the female worker who had witnessed Fan Ning last time.
Even the arrangement of workshop ventilation and deodorization devices seems quite user-friendly.
If I have to be picky...the raw toner is of high quality? The finished pigment is beautiful? The workers are very energetic when working?
The Special Inspection Office left overnight.
"Pack up one finished paint of each color for me to take away." Fan Ning waved his hand.
Stanley immediately agreed and signaled to his subordinates to make arrangements now. Fan Ning thought for a while and chose the on-site random inspection designation.
"It seems that the superiors have the same elegant aesthetic. I also sent a batch to them yesterday. Thank you for going back to promote our products."
The packing was completed quickly. Fan Ning watched the staff carrying the bundle walk up to him. Fan Ning stretched out his hand to take it, but the man quickly stepped back and saluted.
"No need to bother me, sir. I'll follow you to the car later."
Fan Ning ignored him. Just as everyone was about to follow him out of the workshop door, he turned around again.
"You just said that over the years, this workhouse has moved farther and farther from the west of Uvranser to the suburbs?"
"It's the same trend. Cities begin to expand, and they also move out." Stanley stepped forward and nodded, correcting himself again: "...By the way, it's a poverty relief agency, sir."
"Where did it start?"
"The west part of the city is of course the Mecklon area, and the one closest to the city center is today's East Mecklon area."
Is there any possibility of such a coincidence?
Strictly speaking, since this involves the mysterious incident of painting burning, and the City Commission Hospital for the Mentally Ill, where Ms. Hamilton once worked, is also suspected of being involved in the mysterious incident... Mystery and mystery... collide?
"Take me to the archives room." Fan Ning stepped out of the door.
The main building where the gate is located has a small attic on the first floor in the west corner.
The archives smelled of old wood. The gas lights were bright and the cleaning was good. But other than that, the management was a mess. The wooden shelves seemed to be divided into sections, but in fact there was no classification inside.
Squatting down, Fan Ning saw in the same place the financial files from five years ago, the personnel entry and exit ledgers and file sketches from three years ago, and on top of them, this year's staff personnel files were also covered.
However, after the four accompanying managers joined the search, some of the documents Fan Ning wanted to review were gradually found.
It can be seen from the different addresses shown in the archives of various eras that Langefni Workhouse experienced three major moves in 902, 898, and 894 of the New Calendar. In fact, it was opposite to the main city of Uvranser.
Its location has not changed, always remaining a few dozen kilometers away, but as the main city expands, its location moves westward.
Stanley explained: "I took over after the big relocation in 898. After reorganizing its assets and management structure, its chaotic management status and hardware level gradually got on the right track... Well, it passed before I knew it.
15 years."
Fan Ning looked at the address changes during that period.
The two addresses for moving in and out are both in East Mecklon, but by comparison, they are still far away from the location of the Turner Art Museum.
"Where is the hospital?" Fan Ning raised his head and asked.
"Hospital?" Stanley asked doubtfully.
"City Board Hospital for the Mentally Ill."
"Oh, you said this." Stanley suddenly realized, "After the "Urban Poverty Law" was promulgated in the early 1980s, the medical systems of poverty relief institutions have gradually become independent, and the names 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 before 898. Our handover work has not been lacking in this area."
Fan Ning walked out of the door of the archives room and looked at the steps in front of him and the big lock at the end: "Is there another attic?"
"The archives are kept for 20 years, and the space is limited. We will throw the unnecessary things here."
"Open it."
"It's a mess in here." Stanley smiled, but nodded without hesitation to greet the people around him, "Which of you brought the key?"
A staff member climbed up the steps, bent down to open the lock, and fiddled with it for more than half a minute. Then he turned around and smiled at everyone: "Boss, I don't know whether the key is broken or the lock is broken..."
Just as Stanley was about to say something, he noticed that smoke began to appear in the middle of the wooden door. In just a few seconds, a scorched black color appeared, and then a black hole the size of a fist appeared.
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 large enough for people to pass through appeared in front of everyone.
Fan Ning and Qiong looked at each other and found that she was blinking at him, so a slight smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"Go in." Then his expression returned to its original state, and he took the lead into the top-floor archives room.
Stanley didn't know who had done this, so he glanced at the backs of the three men in fear, then turned back and motioned for his men to follow.
This room only has a sloping skylight and is covered in dust. Although it is larger than the archives room below, it is extremely messy. The aisles between the wooden shelves are filled with files, and the height is higher than the wooden shelves themselves.
High, the outside is blocked by an abandoned cauldron used for cooking, and the plastic-encased folders inside are piled up into a hill. On the pile of files on the other side, there is also a pile of urinals that were disassembled from nowhere.
More staff members were called, and they all took their places according to Fan Ning's request, and began to sort out the files by category. 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 down and then getting up again. Finally, he simply ignored the expensive trousers and sat down on the dust.
"Mr. Fanning, we have 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 paid attention to him.
The sun had set, and several people pulled up long wires and hung three large light bulbs on the wooden frame.
"Caron, here are the records of the poor people entering and exiting the hospital from earlier times." Sheeran walked up to Fan Ning, tugged on his sleeve, and motioned to follow her.
Qiong also walked over, and the three of them knelt down and got together.
"Pull the light bulb and the wire over your head." Fan Ning ordered from behind.
Dust floated under the light, and the spines of these documents had almost fallen apart, and the yellowed old pages were covered with large patches of mildew.
These historical files, which are at least 20 years old, mainly focus on the admissions and admissions of the poor from 870 to 892. Earlier scattered records were found in 865.
They are approximately rectangular booklets, about the size of an adult's palm with five fingers spread out together. The information that poor people 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 members, and the situation before admission. What a few people see is usually a sentence covering previous occupation, physical condition or bad habits.
Coupled with records of medical conditions, what several people see usually ends with death or discharge.
There are also many people who left nothing, including their names, and some of the children don’t know what their names are.
For the management of the workhouse, these are the only things that are meaningful. It mainly depends on whether the person is male or female, the number of people in the family, and whether they are dead or alive.
"Caron, look at this signature!" Sheeran said softly.
The three people focused their attention on the file page, which had been eroded with holes of varying sizes on the edges, and the name column of the poor was completely mouldy.
In the signature area at the lower right corner of the medical record, there is "Adeline Hamilton" in faded light yellow handwriting, and the signature date is the 1st of a certain month in the year 883 of the New Calendar.
Fan Ning's pupils dilated instantly, and he didn't expect that his wild premonition was true.
The predecessor of Llangevni Workhouse for more than 20 years is related to the hospital on the original site of the Turner Art Museum. It is likely that the latter was independent from the former's medical system.
"Where did you find it?" Fan Ning asked.
"This gentleman handed it down from above." Sheeran pointed to a staff member who was standing on a ladder and rummaging on the top of the wooden shelf.
"Take down all the boxes there."
Within minutes, Fanning found more files from this period in which Ms. Hamilton's signature on medical records appeared frequently.
Before looking at each item one by one, he first thumbed through the books. They included not only the medical records of the poor in the workhouse handled by Ms. Hamilton, but also the accounts of the medical services she provided to outside patients.
Judging from the previous time points, Ms. Hamilton took care of the old organist Vienne until his death in 886, and then worked with the authorities to complete the reform of the medical system of the workhouse. It took about two years to build the hospital.
He became the dean at the end of 1888.
The combination of these past survey results and current data shows that before becoming the director of the new hospital, Ms. Hamilton had at least more than five years of working experience as a workhouse physician. At that time, staff resources were tight, and doctors sometimes had to wear multiple hats in the hospital.
Not even serving just one almshouse.
Of course, she is also employed by some outside patients and has the status of a private psychologist.
After a short period of experience as a dean, she completely left the workhouse system and turned to research on field epidemiological investigations of laborers and the prevention and control of occupational diseases.
"Medical services for outside patients..." Fan Ning flipped through the mixed accounts, looking forward to something.
After more than ten minutes, he found what he wanted to see.
Like the first document found signed by Hamilton, the date of this account is also 883, the month and day cannot be clearly seen, and the medical subject is the old organist Vienne.
Fan Ning read on in high spirits, but as he read, his eyes looked a little startled.
Originally, according to his expectation, this was Dr. Hamilton's record of treating Viennese's depression or mental illness. In this case, it would naturally contain some patient self-reports or medical treatments.
Moreover, the treatment of depression often has a special feature. Compared with diseases that actually occur in the body or organs, these diseases often do not have obscure and difficult to understand pathological records. They are relatively rich and easy for everyone to understand.
The patient's self-reported past experiences or psychological activities.
This will help you to deduce some unknown and secret details of the year, such as Viennese's living conditions after he built a mansion on the original site of the Turner Art Museum, his psychological activities in his later years, and may even involve Viennese.
What happened after Iron died and Hamilton became hospital director.
But this medical visit record is not about treating mental illness...
It's a surgical eye surgery.
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