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Chapter 737

The Treatment Room Having a Basement Makes Perfect Sense

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Names weren't anything worth paying attention to, but two people had a particularly unusual surname: Shang.

He had seen this surname several times since entering Museum City, but never anywhere prominent—just on shop signs and banners, in phrases like "Shang family affiliate," "funded by the Shang family," or in the small print celebrating a shop's anniversary of working with the Shang family.

The game's background hadn't mentioned the name of the merchant who built Museum City. But a surname appearing so frequently on the streets naturally had to be the builder's. As a thread connecting the dungeon together, these photos couldn't have been placed here by chance.

Xu Huo took down and examined every photo, then chose one to put away.

Nearby were items left behind during the epidemic, including used utensils and early versions of medicines under development. He didn't know if they were real, but someone had already been through them—the objects had been carelessly tossed into the display cases, and all the glass around them had been smashed.

They were all replicas, though they looked very realistic. But they were for visitors to handle; there was no way they'd bring in the real things.

What caught Xu Huo's attention was a bound notebook.

Several people had contributed to it. Most entries recorded epidemic symptoms, patients' conditions, and their courses of treatment. There was a lot of repetition, and the handwriting was sloppy, changing over time. The one thing they had in common was that most of the entries were signed by the same doctor, a doctor surnamed Shang.

The people in the photos changed quickly. At first, he'd assumed that aside from those who died of the disease, some people had left of their own accord, unable to face such a raging epidemic. But besides the names

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