The Master of Traditional Chinese Medicine from a Mental Hospital

The day I escaped from the mental hospital, it was raining. The patrolman pressed him against the wall, found three gold needles, and asked him if he was crazy. He said nothing. Someone had a car accident on the street and his heart stopped. The emergency doctor shook his head and said he couldn't be saved. He pushed away the crowd and pierced with three golden needles. The dead come to life. The emergency doctor shook his hands and asked his name. The policeman's walkie-talkie fell to the floor. The onlookers knelt down and kowtowed. In the black car across the street, someone dialed the phone: "The target has appeared." Lu Jiuchuan wiped off the golden needles and walked into the rain. He's not crazy. It's time for those who caused him to enter.