The crazy old man ran very fast, and in an instant he was gone.

"Where?" Zhang Lang stood at the entrance of the village and looked around, and the crazy old man ran two steps at will, and there was no one.

Zhang Lang is speechless, can it be said that an ordinary person's feet can be better than his own family?

After thinking about it, Zhang Lang felt that it was impossible no matter how he thought about it, but the crazy old man disappeared from his field of vision so strangely.

Zhang Lang followed the footsteps of Old Man Mi to the half-repaired road, and found that there was a big gap about ten meters long on the side of the road.

Could it be that the old man disappeared from here? Zhang Lang followed the gap and slid down.

After entering, and then after the sunset, Zhang Lang suddenly found that this was a newly installed sewer cement pipe, which was just buried when the road was paved.

And in the wet muddy water not far away, the crazy old man was half-lying, as if asleep.

I didn't expect this sewer to become the home of the crazy old man. Zhang Lang felt slightly bitter in his heart, feeling a little sad that the old man had no place to live after his son went crazy.

"Uncle, wake up, you'll catch a cold if you sleep like this." Zhang Lang pushed the crazy old man, although he did not have a medical qualification certificate, but he was a doctor, knew how to use medical skills, and knew that people sleep in cold water, so it was strange if he didn't get sick.

"You...... It's my son......" The mad old man opened his cloudy eyes, and his voice was indescribably hoarse in the dim and damp underground waterways, as if he had just cried.

"Uncle, I'm not your son." Zhang Lang shook his head, trying to lift the old man out of the underground waterway.

"I'm not leaving, I'm going to wait for my son, you're not my son, don't want to pull me away." The crazy old man's muddy old hand struggled, shaking his head wildly, and his hat was thrown off by his flutter. The bare head was covered with black and purple scars, which wrapped around the mad old man like a poisonous snake.

"Huh?" Zhang Lang saw the head of the crazy old man and was slightly startled, "Uncle, what's the matter with your head injury?" ”

"You are not my son, let me go, I will wait for my son, I will wait for my son!" The crazy old man didn't answer the question, his arms waving wildly, and his eyes were cloudy.

"I forgot about ......" Zhang Lang smiled bitterly, this old man is now delirious, he is a madman, and it will definitely be useless to ask him like this. Wait, since it's crazy, then maybe it can be cured.

Zhang Lang said that he was offended, waved his knife and gently slashed at the neck of the crazy old man, and the crazy old man suddenly stopped struggling.

Zhang Lang carried the old man out of the sewer to the cement pavement that had been dried by the sun, and carefully observed the injury on the old man's head by the seemingly non-existent sunlight.

I don't know if I don't see it, and I'm shocked when I see it.

Zhang Lang carefully counted the scars on the crazy old man's head, there were as many as thirteen in total, and they were all knife wounds! These injuries are all several years old, and the body's self-healing ability still hasn't let them go away, which shows how heavy the injuries suffered by the crazy old man at the beginning. The most terrifying thing is that there is a scar connected to the back of the old man's neck, the thickness of the belly of the thumb, and it seems that the injury also compresses the brain stem.

It's a tricky injury. Zhang Lang frowned, even if it was him, he was not completely sure that the old man would be cured. However, the concept of helping the world and saving people has always been Zhang Lang's creed, and he did not hesitate at the moment, and took out a pile of silver needles from his pocket, which is what Zhang Lang is best at, because he practices the inner family exercises, and he can use true qi to practice needles.

The silver needle was pierced into the Baihui acupoint on the top of the old man's head, and Zhang Lang's true qi penetrated.

Although the injury on the crazy old man's head looked terrifying on the outside, it didn't hurt the vital point, Zhang Lang was amazed.

Exploring again, Zhang Lang's internal force moved downward, and when he slowly moved to the old man's brainstem, he finally found the clue. The blood that had accumulated here for many years had actually oppressed the old man's brainstem. The blood here adheres to the brainstem as if it were a parasite, sucking nutrients and destroying cranial nerves.

"This is it." If the root of the disease is found, the treatment is naturally much better.

Zhang Lang pulled out the silver needles of the Baihui acupoint, and twisted four of them in one hand, a total of eight silver needles, and pierced the old brain, Zhang Lang shouted, "Eight needles in the world, up!" ”

Jishi Eight Needles is the ultimate medical practice method that Zhang Lang learned from his father, and it can also be said to be the source of all Zhang Lang's medical skills.

Jishi eight needles, although there are eight needles, but the needles are ever-changing, can invigorate blood, can dissolve stasis, can be bone-correcting, can return to the soul.

One injection invigorates qi and blood, two needles pass through the meridians, three needles soothes the spleen and lungs, four needles are reborn, five needles help the world, six needles bring the dead back to life, seven needles lose the soul, and eight needles change the sky.

Zhang Lang's current ability is only to reach the "five needles to help the world", don't underestimate the fifth level, even if it is Zhang Lang's therapist father, he has only practiced the sixth needle to bring the dead back to life. With five needles to help the world, he once successfully cured the seriously injured Gu Mengnan.

In the dim daylight, the crazy old man's eyelids moved.

Who am I?

That's right...... My surname is Mi...... It's called Miliang...... People call me ...... Old Man Mickey ......

Old Man Mi felt that he had a long nightmare, in which the crowd of land requisitioners with sticks and sticks wanted to forcibly expropriate the land.

He went to judge, but was stabbed more than a dozen times, and his son went to help him, but was shot to death, and his daughter-in-law came and died. Then, he went crazy. He has been crazy for five or six years, and every day, he is looking for his son who is obviously dead, but he has been deceiving himself that he is not dead.

He remembered everything, it wasn't a dream, it was reality. He really lived a crazy life alone for five years, every day he went to the former ancestral land of his family to find his son, and every day he would live alone in the dim sewers.

A cloudy tear flowed from the corner of Old Mie's wrinkled and speckled eyes.

I woke up from a dream.

When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by the young man I had seen during the day.

"Uncle, are you awake, do you remember anything?" Zhang Lang finished the needle, wiped his sweat, and watched the old man open his eyes, from confused to bright, his heart was wide, no matter whether the old man had previous memories or not, at least the illness was cured. Otherwise, if the blood congestion that compresses the brain stem stays for a month, the old man will not only go crazy, but may even die suddenly. Saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter.

The old man stood up, and knelt down for Zhang Lang with a puff: "Benefactor, thank you, thank you, thank you for saving my old man." ”

"Alas, old man, don't do this, this can't be done." Zhang Lang held the old man Mi and found an old man to kneel down for him, Zhang Lang would feel that his life was broken.

"Ask the benefactor to save his life, and ask the benefactor to redress his grievances." Old man Mi was in tears, thinking of his dead son, thinking of the lost ancestral land, the only person who can be counted on at the moment is Zhang Lang, although he doesn't know what Zhang Lang's identity is, but Old Man Mi instinctively feels that Zhang Lang can not save himself as a crazy old man, it must be a bodhisattva's heart, and his medical skills are so clever, that identity must not be simple.

"Okay, uncle, you get up first, and talk slowly about what happened." Zhang Lang finally helped up the old man, the consumption of the eight needles in Jishi was too great, and after giving the old man the needle, Zhang Lang's internal strength was consumed by most of it, and he was somewhat prostration.

"yes, okay." Choked up, seeing that Zhang Lang didn't dislike his dirty old man, but seemed to really want to help himself, he was very moved, in this world, there is really a miracle doctor who saves people and helps others without asking for anything in return.

Sitting on the concrete floor, Old Man Mi told Zhang Lang everything as it was.

Five years ago, Mi Laotou's family was still a big family in Sansheng Township, and about half of the land in Sansheng Township was Mi Laotou's ancestral land. Old man Mi can also be regarded as a wealthy "landlord" family. However, one day, when a group of people claiming to be real estate developers in Sanshengxiang came to Sanshengxiang, everything changed. Old Man Mi will not sell his ancestral land alive or dead, no matter what price the real estate developer in Sanshengxiang offers. Later, the developer left, and Old Man Mi also thought that the matter was just taken over, but he didn't expect that it was a gangster who came to Sanshengxiang again.

In the middle of the night, they demolished Old Man Mi's house, smashed Old Man Mi's home, and burned Old Man Mi's ancestral grave. Old Man Mi, who woke up, was angry at that time, and reasoned with the ruffian, and wanted to sue them, but who knows, what he suffered was a severe beating, and his son and daughter-in-law were beaten to death by pistols at home, flying bullets, splashed blood, his son's frightened eyes, and a nightmare for five years...... Later, it was the history of Old Man Mi's madness.

Zhang Lang listened, his brows furrowed, it must be the Wuhu Gang who came to burn and loot, this Wuhu Gang is really full of evil, Sanshengxiang real estate developer, that is, a Wuhu Gang with a layer of good-looking clothes. And Gu Erye, who is the leader of the Five Lakes Gang, is the root of conniving at the occurrence of evil. Speaking of which, everything is because of Gu Erye, the gang leader.

"Uncle, if I ask you to sue for real estate in Sanshengxiang, do you think you have a big grasp?" Zhang Lang suddenly asked.

"Uh...... This...... It's basically impossible to succeed......" Old Man Mi stopped choking, and when he heard Zhang Lang's words, he couldn't help but be gloomy, all the clues were erased, and few people knew what happened in Sanshengxiang back then. Even if someone knows, maybe they will be silenced, and it is impossible for a timid villager to offend a powerful real estate developer in order to help himself who has disappeared for five years.

"Well, uncle, don't be depressed, there must be a way, do you still know where your son and daughter-in-law are buried, and who disposed of their bodies?" Zhang Lang asked.

"I know, I know, I buried them myself before I went crazy, and now they should be under the big plane tree in my ancestral land." Old man Mi is only the backbone of Zhang Lang at this time, and in his opinion, Zhang Lang is omnipotent.

When Zhang Lang heard this, his heart moved, when he was working on the construction site today, he saw a plane tree.

"The sycamore tree you are talking about, is it the big sycamore tree at the construction site during the day?" Zhang Lang asked uncertainly, wondering if Old Man Mi still had any memories of the day.

"Yes, yes, that's it, the developer seems to have planned that place as a green space, so there is no development." Old man Mi nodded hurriedly, and the memory of his madness is still very clear.

"Okay, uncle, I don't know if you can trust me or not?" Zhang Lang's eyes lit up after hearing Old Man Mi's words, and he asked rhetorically.

"Believe, of course! You're my benefactor. Although Old Man Mi didn't know Zhang Lang's specific identity, his years of experience in the old rivers and lakes still allowed him to guess some clues, Zhang Lang came here to work alone, concealed his identity, and saved himself, he must have some special thoughts about the developers of Sanshengxiang.

"Alright, now pack your things, come with me, and go meet someone." Zhang Lang stood up and suddenly felt cheerful.

"Benefactor, who are we going to see?" Old Man Mi was puzzled.

"You'll know when the time comes." Zhang Lang smiled mysteriously.