The morning after the hearing, Ning sorted the copy requests in the clinic workroom. Some had names and village marks. Others were unsigned slips asking for the signal map without the survivor accounts.
“This one wants the full log,” she said, lifting a folded note. “They say a public record should be complete.”
Han sat across from her, checking the sealed pages against her list. “The public copy is complete for what they approved. The full log contains household destinations. It goes only to people responsible for finding those families.”
“I’ll tell them that,” Ning said. She placed the request in a separate pile. “The route map can still travel.”
At the door, Wei held a larger map rolled under his arm. “A village leader left before the questions ended. He sent for this copy.”
“Then he heard enough to want the road,” Yan said. He had been carrying a stack of sealed clinic records back to Qinghe’s cabinet. “That is a start.”
“It isn’t trust,” Wei said.
“I didn’t say it was.”
