Yellow River Medical Records: Wrong Person No. 37

The first 36 were all crazy - bronze branches grew out of their eye sockets and they twisted themselves into doors. Jiang He is the "wrong-destined No. 37". He heard the heartbreaking cry for help. The lens in his left eye is a loan. Interest is life. Every second of seeing the truth is counting down. In the upper reaches of the Yellow River, 91% of Yuwei Cave is silted up. It's not the ground sinking, it's the "eating insects" that are devouring it. Three hundred acres of wheat fields turned to dust overnight. At the bottom of the pit lay the broken branches of the Sanxingdui bronze sacred tree. The three-eyed sun wheel fit perfectly with the embroidery on Jiang Ran's swaddling clothes. Director Chen said: "I will harvest in thirty days." Jiang He took Jiang Ran, a lonely girl who could "hear" the frequency of earth veins, Liu Sanyuan, a talkative blaster, and Kunlun, a spiritual dog who blocked the backlash from heaven, upstream the Yellow River. Ten medical records, ten swallowing pits, and a thirty-day deadline. Clear the blockage, or - become the photo number 38 in the file. "We are not farming," Jiang He clutched the broken bronze branches tightly, and the blue light from his left eye tore through the night, "We are farming."