When he came down the mountain, the master said three words.
The first sentence: Saving people comes first.
Second sentence: Don't let people know who you are.
The third sentence: Go to Jiangcheng and find someone.
He remembered the first two sentences but forgot the third sentence.
Until he was pointed at his nose by a chief physician at the door of the emergency room and scolded him, "Get out."
He didn't leave.
He looked at the woman with purple lips on the hospital bed and took out a needle from his pocket.
One stick.
The chief physician smiled: "A needle? Where are you inserting cotton?"
Twenty minutes later, the woman who was declared "resuscitation failed" opened her eyes.
The whole department was quiet.
No one noticed that his fingers didn't shake when he took out the needle.
No one even noticed that the man standing behind him was paler than the patient.
Because he had seen that needle before.
Twenty years ago, only one person could deliver a needle like this.
That person is already dead.
He thought he was here for treatment.
He didn't know that from the moment he stepped into Jiangcheng, everyone had been looking for him for twenty years.
"Xijiang Moon·One Needle Determines Destiny"
The technique contains nine needles that connect the gods, and a great promise is made in the heart.
The turbulent waves of the mortal world test the golden body, and it is difficult to change the sincere duty.
A bare hand can pick the sun and moon, and a silver needle can determine the universe.
Laughing at him for making trouble, I sing wildly and march on the battlefield.
Good! I can see it.