I watched Dad eat something, and when the food was finished, the coachman who went out came back, set up the car, pulled me and Dad, and left from the small town.
The streets of the small town are not wide, and at this time it’s dinner time, the shops on both sides are busy with business, and the carts are not moving fast, so you have to stop for a while. In this way, he hurriedly walked to the east gate of the small town. After he got out of the east gate, the coachman was about to use his horse and whip.
I looked back, and immediately saw more than a dozen people chasing from behind, yelling while chasing. The driver was an honest man, and when he saw so many people rushing in, he immediately panicked, and trembling, he didn't dare to drive the car forward.
The only thing that should come is to come, and I can't hide. I thought before that I might be overtaken, so I didn't panic. I let my dad stay in the cart and jumped off by himself.
These more than a dozen people were running fast, and when they ran to the front, the accountant of the Baxian Building followed him from behind panting.
"It's... it's him..." Mr. Clerk pointed at me and shouted, "It's this person..."
These more than a dozen people looked at me together.
"Courage is not small." A leader waved his hand: "In this place, there are people who dare to oppose us. If we catch them first, they dare to resist and beat me fiercely. Don't kill it!"
The people behind were swarming over, and the other party was relying on a large number of people, just such a flash of lightning, judging from their gestures, it was indeed the same as I thought before, there are no masters.
In the face of such a mob, I was not at all afraid, and stood up to me. When I met the opponent, I was not polite, my fists flickered in the crowd, although no one could see, but I could sense the first weather in my body wandering fast, and a few fists came down to face each other. , More than a dozen people were beaten immediately.
Upon seeing this, Mr. Accountant was shocked. He didn't expect that it would be of no avail to bring in the rescuers. He didn't care about that many, but he turned around and ran away. The leader also felt bad, but his mouth was very hard, asking me to think about it.
"We belong to the world." The leader pointed at me and said: "You are taking so little advantage now. Beware of causing serious disaster to yourself in the future..."
"Qiankun Dao? The fight is Qiankun Dao!"
This leader is still so good, but it is not enough to see, he was beaten in three strokes and five styles, and there was no way to fight back.
At this time, the leader understood thoroughly, and the name of moving out of the universe could not scare me. If I entangle here again, I can only ask for trouble. He didn't talk about morality at all, and just turned around and ran away just like Mr. Accountant.
As soon as the leader ran, the people who had been knocked down just now fled all around. I didn't chase, I jumped into the cart again and said to the coachman: "Get on the road."
The coachman only promised, perhaps the first time someone who saw Qian Kun Dao was beaten so badly, he hurried away from the town when he got on the carriage.
I know that there is a town about forty-five-six miles north of Baicao Garden. I visited it once when I was on the river beach. The town is not big, but there are also pharmacies and doctors. The coachman pulled me, and when there was still some distance from the town, I asked the coachman to stop the carriage.
The coachman drove the car and left, I made a special detour
When you get to the small road, take your father forward. There are about ten miles from here to the town. As I walked, I tried to talk to Dad to see if he would react.
But still the same as before, no matter what I say, he is always silent and can't seem to hear. After two or three miles on this path, Dad's arm shook suddenly and he began to struggle.
"Father, what's the matter with you?"
"I... I..." Dad shouldn't have spoken for a long time, and his voice seems a little duller than before. Suddenly a trace of panic and anxiety appeared in his eyes, constantly scanning the surroundings, and muttering in his mouth. : "I'm looking for my son... My son..."
Seeing Dad's appearance and hearing his words, I couldn't help it anymore, tears burst into my eyes. Dad has arrived in this field, but in his heart, he still pretends to be me.
Perhaps, he doesn't remember anything, he doesn't know anything, he only knows that he still has a son.
"Father, I am here." With tears, I grasped his arm hard and said, "I am thirteen, don't you remember? Your son is thirteen."
"Thirteen... Yes... My son is called... Thirteen..."
"I am thirteen... Father, take a good look, I am thirteen..."
Dad raised his head, looked at me, and stopped talking for a while. He may be stupid and powerful, only remembering that he still has a son, but he can't recognize me at all.
After a while, Dad's eyes became dull again, I wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes, and led him to walk forward, just want to rush to the town early and find a doctor to show him.
Dad didn't struggle any more, so he went faster. When he got to the town, it was already dawn. The town was small and there were not many people. I took him to the town's pharmacy. The house hadn't opened yet, so I knocked on the door and called the doctor in the pharmacy.
The owner of this pharmacy is an old doctor with a family handicraft who treats people to doctors and grabs medicine in the pharmacy by the way. I haven't seen this old doctor before, and I don't know how his medical skills are. However, after all, he is a few years old, and he must have some experience.
The old doctor let us in and asked about the situation, but I couldn't say anything. The old doctor gave my father a pulse.
I didn't dare to disturb me and watched silently beside me. After taking the pulse, the old doctor examined it carefully.
He hasn't spoken, and I don't know how to ask. After all the inspections, the old doctor thought for himself and said, "I can't cure this disease."
"Why?" I hurriedly asked: "Doctor, what exactly is this symptom?"
"I don't know whether I'm correct or not. I really don't dare to talk nonsense about the matter of life. But looking at the specific situation, this is not something sick." The old doctor told me to stand behind my father, and then, He stretched out his hand, slowly pulled the hair from the back of my father's head, and said, "Take a look for yourself."
Dad is unkempt, his hair hasn’t been washed for long, and it’s all stuck together. I didn’t pay much attention along the way, until the old doctor took the hair off the back of Dad’s head. I took a closer look, and my heart suddenly shook. .
If you don’t look carefully, maybe you still can’t see it. There seems to be a coin embedded on the back of father’s head.
A nail-like thing, the nail cap is about the size of a soybean, and it's jet-black.
On the top of the nail cap, there seems to be a circle of lines. From the outside, I don't know how deep the nail penetrates into the back of the head.
I understood at once that it wasn't because Dad had some disease that he became silly and stupid. His current condition was entirely due to the nail on the back of his head.
"Doctor, is this a nail?"
"Yes, if I see it right, it should be a nail." The old doctor stroked his beard under his jaw and said, "If it is really a headache, brain fever, or even injuries such as muscles and bones, I will treat it. I'll prescribe you a prescription, take the medicine and let the patient take it. After some days of recuperation, it will always get better. But this is not a disease at all, I probably can't cure it."
The old doctor’s words, I probably understand that he is just a doctor, not a witch god. This nail is full of evil spirits, and it is likely to be a voodoo technique. The old doctor was scrupulous about this, so he didn't dare to start it rashly.
"Doctor, can you give it a try?" I was anxious, knowing that Dad was like this, surely it was not a day or two, but when I met him, I didn’t want him to suffer any more, and he would get better one day sooner, too. OK.
"How should I try this?" The old doctor was quite embarrassed, but the doctor was kind, he looked at my anxiety and my father's misery, and said: "If I think it is because of this nail, Keeping him groggy, pulling out the nails may get rid of the root of the disease, but he is not sure now. If he pulls out the nails, will there be any other consequences? I don't know anything about this, and I'm afraid of danger when I try it out. "
"You give it a try, if it fails, I will never blame it."
The old doctor reluctantly agreed. At this time, the number of people coming and going in the pharmacy gradually increased. The old doctor didn't want to attract people's attention. He left the front hall matters to the people in the shop and took us to the backyard.
The old doctor asked Dad to sit on a stool, took some tools for himself, and then said: "Young man, you are in front, you have to hold him tight, maybe he will feel unbearable pain when he takes the nails."
"Doctor, rest assured, I am here to help him."
I stretched out my hand and pressed Dad's shoulders. Dad was still confused and didn't know anything. He sat on the stool blankly without making a sound.
After the old doctor was ready, he used a very thin thread to slowly slip into the gap between the nail cap and the flesh, and then used this thread to tie a knot on the nail cap. Now as long as you pull the flexible silk thread forcefully, you may be able to pull the nail out.
I can see that the old doctor is also very nervous, after all, he has never experienced such a situation before. I firmly pressed my father's shoulders, the old doctor wiped the sweat from my forehead, slowly pulling the silk thread, and applying a little force.
His strength is not great, however, this time it seems that he suddenly hit his sore spot. Dad yelled fiercely and stood up. I don’t know where Dad got such a lot of strength. I almost didn’t. Hold him down.
Dad was constantly howling and struggling in the chair. The old doctor was taken aback and shook his head at me hurriedly. Then I started."
"Then what to do?" I kept comforting my father, feeling up and down, the old doctor couldn't think of any way, and I couldn't think of any way.
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