As Shang Jianyao read Lu Fuxing's letter, Jiang Baimian casually pulled out the documents and information in the backpack while guarding against any accidents.
Among them, some of the paper was clearly yellowish and showed signs of turning brittle due to the lack of moisture. Some were relatively well-preserved, but they had a faint moldy smell.
The former consisted of documents that Lu Fuxing and the others had taken out of Renhui Hospital's Vegetative Rehabilitation Center. The latter consisted of wills left behind by the survivors.
These wills didn't have envelopes, but they were neatly folded. Facing up was the recipient's name.
As she flipped through them, Jiang Baimian saw a familiar name from the corner of her eye: "Ding Ling."
She immediately focused half of her attention on the backpack's interior as a line of words appeared in her eyes: "Ding Ling from Ubei's border settlement."
