Chapter 86: A Small Amount of Fragments

But He Lao interrupted her and explained, "This kind of golden silk nanmu is not something an ordinary family could possess. Its appearance here indicates that the person who sent this door back then had intentions that were not simple.

However, fortunately, this door is not badly damaged. We have completed the preliminary inspection, let's go back and prepare, and come back to repair it tomorrow."

After sending off Zheng Zemin and He Lao, Wu Shuping came to the outside of Lin Yu's room and asked, "Xiao Yu, what is in that box?"

"Third Aunt, there is nothing special, don't worry about it." Lin Yu replied.

Seeing this, Wu Shuping didn't ask any more questions. After all, today was the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, and the annual "Ghost Market" of Miao Street was about to begin. So she reminded Lin Yu, "Xiao Yu, there is a Ghost Market tonight, don't forget."

"Hmm." Lin Yu responded, and Wu Shuping then busied herself with peace of mind.

She had come down from Mao Shan this time specifically to participate in the Ghost Market event in Miao Street.

At the same time, at the Huacheng Third People's Hospital, Li Xueying and Zhang Yongling were going through the admission procedures.

This was a hospital specializing in the treatment of mental illnesses. The two of them never expected that they would be sent here as mental patients.

In the consultation room, Li Xueying, who was tightly bound to a chair in a straitjacket, said angrily, "I am not mentally ill, I am not sick."

The female doctor smiled coldly and said to the two interns, "See, typical manic-depressive symptoms. This type of patient is very dangerous once they have an episode. Fortunately, we discovered it in time, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable."

Li Xueying struggled crazily due to extreme agitation, as if she had truly lost her mind.

The female doctor turned to the interns and instructed softly, "Give her a dose of sedative to let her calm down first."

Li Xueying struggled and shouted, "You arrested the wrong person, I am not a mental patient, I am the mother of Zhang Yuru, the president of the Zhang Group. There is my daughter's contact information in my phone, which can verify my identity."

However, her defense seemed weak in the chaos, and she realized how difficult it was to prove her identity here.

The female doctor said to the other interns, "Look, typical delusion symptoms. This patient's condition is complex, including manic-depression, delusion, and strong aggressive tendencies, requiring special attention. If there is no improvement, prepare for electrotherapy tonight."

At the same time, Zhang Yongling adopted a different strategy. He did not deny that he was a mental patient but obediently completed the admission registration.

When filling in the family contact information, he said Zhang Yuru's phone number and requested the doctor to inform his daughter of his hospitalization.

The doctor in charge of registration looked at Zhang Yongling sympathetically and asked, "Your daughter is already married, right? Hasn't she been back for many years?"

Zhang Yongling's eyes were moist, and he took the opportunity to say, "Yes, if it weren't for this, I wouldn't have pretended to be sick and deliberately caused trouble, just to see my daughter."

The doctor said in surprise, "You are pretending to be crazy?"

Zhang Yongling nodded with a bitter smile, "Indeed a helpless move, my daughter is always busy with work, rushing all over the country, and we hardly ever see her. Only this method can attract her attention."

The doctor asked in confusion, "Then why not just tell her you are sick?"

Zhang Yongling shook his head and continued to smile bitterly, "Tried it, but she always invites so-called 'divine doctors' to treat me, but never comes home to visit in person."

These words aroused the doctor's curiosity, "Then who is your daughter? Why is she so busy?"

Zhang Yongling took the opportunity to answer, "Might not believe it if I say it, she is Zhang Yuru, the founder of the Huacheng Zhang Group..."

He thought this time the doctor would definitely believe him and help him contact his daughter.

However, the doctor's expression suddenly became serious, and he said to his colleague beside him, "This is severe dissociative performance personality disorder, accompanied by mild delusion and cognitive impairment. Arrange him in the mild ward area for separate observation."

Zhang Yongling shouted in despair, "Doctor, everything I said is true."

But the doctor no longer paid attention, instead sending people to verify whether the phone number he provided was true.

At this time, in the office of the Zhang Group headquarters building, Zhang Yuru was busy handling company affairs.

Zhang Yuru was busy promoting the demolition of Miao Street through various relationships, hoping to reach a cooperation with Hanfang Pharmaceutical as soon as possible.

The high-level executives of the Zhang Group were also running around for this project.

Just as he was busy, his private phone rang.

Seeing an unfamiliar number, Zhang Yuru felt a tightness in her heart, but still answered it.

"May I ask if this is General Manager Zhang Yuru?" the voice on the other end asked.

"It is me." Zhang Yuru replied.

"This is the Huacheng Third People's Hospital, there is a patient who claims to be your father..."

"Third People's Hospital? Isn't that a mental hospital? My father is mentally normal, this is impossible." Zhang Yuru hung up the phone urgently, angrily turned off the phone, and then picked up another phone to continue working.

In the hospital, Li Xueying and Zhang Yongling had already completed the admission procedures.

The doctor in charge of them joked, "We contacted Zhang Yuru, but he denied that they were his parents."

"How is that possible? How could the parents of the Zhang Group president be crazy?" Another doctor echoed, "Why not arrange electrotherapy for them tonight, so they will be quieter."

Night fell, and screams came from the Huacheng Third People's Hospital, while Zhang Yuru was still buried in the promotion of the demolition work.

At the same time, Lin Yu walked out of the room, holding a precious golden box. What secret was hidden in the box?

It turned out that Lin Yu discovered the words "Sixth Year of Wanli in the Great Ming Dynasty" engraved on the box.

It is rumored that the "Yongle Encyclopedia" was compiled by order of Emperor Chengzu of Ming, covering many fields such as astronomy, geography, and medicine, totaling volumes and 370 million characters.

However, due to its massive scale and technical limitations, only a small amount of fragments remain today.

An ancestor of the Lin family had the good fortune to read the complete "Yongle Encyclopedia" during the Longqing period and spent six years during the Wanli period drawing its contents into nine visualization diagrams, which were hidden in a golden box.

Therefore, what was in this box were these precious visualization diagram versions of the "Yongle Encyclopedia."

Unfortunately, during a special era, the golden box was lost, and the "Yongle Encyclopedia" visualization diagram version, which had been passed down for hundreds of years, also disappeared.

Unexpectedly, Lin Yu found it in the door panel of Zhongcaotang.

Lin Yu gently opened the golden box, and the nine visualization diagrams came into view; he was deeply attracted instantly.

These paintings were extraordinary; they were made using a special tapestry technique, and the pigments used were the legendary lacquer that could remain immortal for ten thousand years.

Even after hundreds of years of baptism, these paintings were still as bright as new.

This time, Zheng Jiawei's accidental intrusion into the shop actually allowed Lin Yu to luckily find the treasure passed down by his family.

Thinking of this, Lin Yu looked up at the window, and night had already fallen quietly.

Yesterday, Zhou Min told him that there was a high school classmate reunion today, so Lin Yu tidied up simply and prepared to go out. ===== CHAPTER 87 =====