September 1, 2020, 17:35.

As soon as Lin Hao took off his white coat after get off work, the door of the office suddenly opened. Chief physician Li Degui walked in and handed him a medical case:

"Dr. Lin, this is the case of the delusional patient Yin Feifei. She will return for a follow-up visit at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon. You can go and see her."

"No problem. Thank you, Director Li. I want you to go there in person."

Lin Hao found that Li Degui had no intention of leaving, so he pointed to the chair next to him: "Sit down, Director Li. Can you tell me something?"

"Wang Yang will also see a patient with depression tomorrow, also at 3 p.m."

After a pause, Li Degui continued: "As you know, Dr. Wang will retire next week, so the hospital has decided that whoever performs better in this diagnosis and treatment, you or Wang Yang, can be promoted to a regular doctor in advance."

"real?"

By becoming a full-time employee one year in advance, not only can he earn tens of thousands more in salary, but he can also treat more patients. Lin Hao is very happy.

Li Degui sighed and whispered: "Yes, but Wang Yang is the nephew of a distant relative of Dean Su, so unless you can perform particularly well..."

"It's been decided by default? What better than that?"

Lin Hao pursed his lips: "Our psychiatric department is no better than other departments. Nothing can be achieved overnight. How the performance is is not a matter of the above sentence."

"Lin Hao, I can see your performance. You are dedicated, enthusiastic, and responsible. If you wait one more year, when the internship period is over, I will definitely let you stay in the Fifth Hospital." Li Degui comforted you.

"I understand. Thank you, Director Li, for telling me." Lin Hao knew it well. Even if the hospital asked him to compete with Wang Yang, he would not announce it in a big way. At most, he would just observe in secret. However, people in the hospital are too talkative.

Knowing this, I'm afraid I will be disappointed with the hospital.

"Come on tomorrow." Li Degui patted Lin Hao on the shoulder and left the office.

Lin Hao, male, 26 years old, Jiangcheng City Fifth Hospital, psychiatry intern psychologist and clinical therapist.

bite!

There was a notification sound from WeChat. I clicked on it and saw that it was a photo sent by my second uncle——

The photo is of Lin Hao himself, wearing a retro cyan gown and a Taoist priest-like bun on his head.

Judging from the age in the photo, it should have been taken within the past two years, but he had no impression at all.

Could it be the second uncle P’s?

impossible.

The second uncle only has his treasures in mind, so how can he have time to do such boring things?

【Lin Hao, do you want to see this photo? 】

【Are there really any photos? 】

………………

In September in Jiangcheng, the weather was still sultry. The city had just experienced a storm, and the weeds on the roadside were unyielding and full of vitality.

The second uncle is Lin Hansheng. He is forty-one years old and is an archeology professor at Jiangcheng Cultural Relics Bureau.

Because his parents worked abroad all year round, Lin Hao stayed at his second uncle's house since he was a child and did not move out until he graduated.

Squeak——

Half an hour later, Lin Hao took out a key from under the doormat and opened the door to his second uncle's house.

The second uncle is obsessed with cultural relics and likes to deal with some ancient things. He is also very withdrawn, so he is still unmarried.

The house he lives in now is a two-bedroom apartment allocated by the Cultural Relics Bureau. The furnishings are quite simple. There is a set of old-fashioned brown sofas in the living room, which are mottled. In Lin Hao's memory, it seems that they have never been replaced.

The house is filled with all kinds of strange and weird objects, most of which he found himself, but of course, there are also some imitations.

There is also a 1:1 terracotta warriors and horses standing in the corner. I heard that my second uncle spent five figures to find someone to customize it, but now it has been turned into a miscellaneous rack, filled with various knickknacks.

………………

"Sit down." Hearing the sound of the door opening, Lin Hansheng raised his head from the desk and pointed to the sofa.

"Oh." Lin Hao responded, then pulled the debris on the sofa and settled on it skillfully.

"Actually, I came to you this time because..."

Lin Hansheng sat opposite Lin Hao and scratched his chicken coop-like hair:

"It's a long story. Didn't I leave you alone in Jiangcheng for several months last year? It was because an ancient tomb was dug out. The bureau, led by me, formed an archaeological team to go to Jiangling. The tomb was very large.

There are also many cultural relics..."

"Second uncle, you know, I have no interest in cultural relics." Seeing that Lin Hansheng seemed to be preparing for a long speech, Lin Hao hurriedly interrupted.

The second uncle usually doesn't talk much, but when he talks about cultural relics, he talks endlessly. He can talk about everything from bronzes to terracotta warriors and horses, from Tang Sancai to Yuan blue and white, and even Song editions and Qing imperial tombs, which are all treasures.

In short, during the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, there are absolutely no duplicates of three days and three nights.

"Oh, I get confused easily when I talk about it, haha."

Lin Hansheng tapped the table with his middle finger: "Let's get back to the subject. That tomb is an ancient tomb in the late Southern Song Dynasty. It is almost 800 years ago. I guarantee with my more than 20 years of professional knowledge that our archaeological team is definitely

The first group of people to enter the ancient tomb."

"Then, what is in that Song Dynasty tomb?" Lin Hao guessed.

Lin Hansheng looked strange and walked straight to the bedroom. After a moment, he came out with a square box: "There is a female corpse buried in the coffin in the main tomb. She was holding this box in her hand."

The box is one foot square, painted in dark red with plum blossoms and some unknown birds and beasts carved on it, giving it an antique look.

"Good guy! How can you take such a precious cultural relic home? What's in it?" Lin Hao said in surprise.

"In order to show it to you, I wrote three applications. The director saw that I was senior, and those who were specially approved could only study it for three days." Lin Hansheng said in a low voice: "There is a photo inside."

"photo!?"

Lin Hao was stunned for a moment, and then he said with a whoosh: "Don't tell me about the photo you sent me earlier..."

It's a bit outrageous. An eight-hundred-year-old female corpse is holding a photo of me in her hands?

Lin Hansheng nodded solemnly and took out a palm-sized photo from the box——

The background of the photo is a dark cave, with a man in a blue shirt walking slowly forward.

This man looks exactly like Lin Hao.

"Lin Hao, I have tested it and found that the composition of this photo is exactly the same as an ordinary photo. It is a photo taken with a Polaroid."

"Show me!" Lin Hao grabbed the photo and looked at it over and over.

The photo is a bit old and has mold on the edges, but the face of the man in green shirt can still be seen clearly.

So similar.

No, it's not like that.

Lin Hao had a vague feeling that this person was himself!

Then he turned the photo over again.

——The back is white with an axe-shaped pattern in the middle.

Golden axe.

He subconsciously touched the axe.

laugh……

An electric shock-like feeling filled my whole body.

Lin Hao opened his mouth to call for help, but no sound came out. His muscles gradually became numb, and he sat softly on the sofa.
Chapter completed!