She said "hmm" with a melancholy look on her face.

Shen Qinghuan walked in a hurry and did not notice Wendy's expression.

She went to the dean's office, but the dean was not there because he was in a meeting.

"When will the Dean's meeting end?"

The Dean's Secretary: "Not sure, Dr. Li An, otherwise you can send a message to the Dean."

Shen Qinghuan: "Okay, thank you."

"By the way, where is the archives room?"

Dean's Secretary: "On the third floor of Building B."

"Thanks."

Shen Qinghuan went to the archives room. She showed her name tag and the staff in the archives room let her in.

"Doctor Li An, the years are marked here. Anything too old may have been disposed of. Take a look yourself and decide which year you want to see."

"OK, thanks."

The staff went out and sat down.

Shen Qinghuan was alone in the archive room, searching through rows of shelves.

She didn't have much hope at first. After all, it had been more than 20 years, and the medical records her mother left in the hospital must have been processed.

At that time, the hospital's system was not perfect and the files stored in the system could not be found.

Shen Qinghuan looked from the first row to the last row, and the earliest year was only fifteen years ago.

She lowered her eyes in disappointment.

Maybe I can only ask the dean.

I wonder what her mother is like in the eyes of the dean?

Shen Qinghuan was about to leave, and when she turned around, she caught a glimpse of the last row in the corner. She didn't see the year label on it clearly, but she walked over anyway.