Old Man Zhao, the legendary healer of Xinghua Village!

The young man with green hair turned green.

Zhao Dazhu just now clearly gave people the feeling of being very old.

But now, Zhao Dazhu can be described as energetic and vigorous!

There happened to be half a brick nearby, so the green-haired youth grabbed it and threw it at Zhao Dazhu.

Who knew that Zhao Dazhu seemed to have eyes in the back of his head? He suddenly turned around, grabbed the flying half brick in his hand, and crushed it to pieces with a crack!

The young man with green hair was dumbfounded when he saw this.

"Run! This old man isn't human, he's a monster!"

The green-haired youth let out a series of terrified screams and turned to run away.

The thugs dared not linger with Zhao Dazhu any longer. They all took off running, fleeing in a sorry state towards the alley's exit, like a pack of stray dogs being chased away.

They didn't even dare to look back at Zhao Dazhu.

The blond-haired, spirited young woman was now completely panicked.

"Wait for me! Wait for me!"

The young woman, her voice trembling with tears, chased after the group of thugs, but she had only run a few steps when she tripped over a brick and fell to the ground with a thud.

When she looked up, two streams of bright red blood flowed from her nostrils, instantly staining her upper lip bright red.

"Weren't you being very arrogant just now? Go ahead and be arrogant again!"

Zhao Dazhu walked over with a smile and blocked the way for the spirited young woman, so that she couldn't escape even if she wanted to.

"Sir... I was wrong, I won't do it again..."

The young woman cried as she spoke, her eyes red-rimmed and glistening tears welling up and sliding down her mud-covered face like beads from a broken string.

Zhao Dazhu chuckled and continued, "I think you'll do it again next time."

"I really don't dare to do it again... I'm scared of you..." the young woman said tearfully.

"I can't just let you off like this, can I? You've already brought people to retaliate against me. If I don't teach you a lesson, where will I put my face?" Zhao Dazhu said meaningfully, and raised his hand as if to hit him.

The young woman immediately let out a piercing scream: "Help...help me...murder..."

Zhao Dazhu was immediately dumbfounded.

He only wanted to scare this young woman, but he didn't expect her reaction to be so intense.

She shouted so loudly that pedestrians on the street could definitely hear her clearly!

So Zhao Dazhu instinctively reached out and covered the young woman's mouth and nose.

But it was too late.

A police car had stopped at the entrance of the alley at some point, and a middle-aged man with a square face and a young man in his early twenties jumped out of the car together.

They were all wearing black police uniforms, with walkie-talkies and batons strapped to their waists—it was obvious they were police officers.

"stop!"

"Let go of that girl!"

Now it was Zhao Dazhu's turn to be embarrassed.

He never dreamed that the girl's scream would actually attract the police, and that the police would arrive so quickly.

That's an instant response!

"Didn't you hear me? Let go of that girl!"

The square-faced middle-aged man pointed at Zhao Dazhu and reprimanded him sternly.

Having no other choice, Zhao Dazhu could only release the young woman and raise his hands, saying, "Don't misunderstand, I'm a good guy, this girl is the bad guy, she's involved in organized crime..."

"We'll talk when we get to the police station!" the square-faced middle-aged man said sternly.

One hour later, at the Taohua County Police Station.

Zhao Dazhu sat in the interrogation room and recounted the entire incident from beginning to end.

The person interrogating him was the square-faced middle-aged man who had just been harshly reprimanding him in the alley.

Zhao Dazhu already knew who he was.

This square-faced middle-aged man is Chen Jianjun, the police chief of Taohua County!

"Is what you said true? You were really cornered in the alley by that mentally unstable...that girl and her gang of thugs?"

Chen Jianjun took notes while asking questions.

"Yes, yes, that's right, that's exactly it."

Zhao Dazhu nodded, then took the initiative to say, "Those thugs even hit me, but they were no match for me and I chased them away. The girl didn't get away, so I wanted to teach her a lesson... Don't misunderstand, I didn't intend to hurt her, I just wanted to scare her and teach her a lesson."

"The girl reacted so violently, screaming for help. I panicked a bit, so I instinctively covered her mouth, and then you guys arrived..."

At this point, Zhao Dazhu stopped, his expression one of extreme embarrassment.

Chen Jianjun didn't say anything more, but stared straight at Zhao Dazhu with his big, round eyes.

Zhao Dazhu then said, "If you don't believe me, you can check the surveillance footage. There are so many cameras on the street; the process of that young woman chasing me with those thugs must have been filmed."

Just then, a young officer walked in and handed a notebook to Chen Jianjun.

Chen Jianjun compared the statements and said, "It seems what you said is true. The girl's statement is similar to yours. But there's something I'm curious about: Uncle Zhao, you're so old, how come so many thugs couldn't beat you?"

"I'm just an old farmer, I don't have any other skills, but I do have a lot of strength," Zhao Dazhu said with a smile.

"Alright, sir, you can go now. Just behave yourself in the future and don't do anything that could be misunderstood."

Chen Jianjun said, and waved for Zhao Dazhu to leave.

Watching Zhao Dazhu's retreating figure, Chen Jianjun pondered for a moment, then waved to the young officer beside him and said, "Keep an eye on this old man. If anything happens, let me know immediately."

……

As he left the police station, Zhao Dazhu took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

Having lived most of his life, he had never been to a police station before; today was truly a first for him.

Fortunately, I wasn't wronged, otherwise things would have been really difficult.

As soon as Zhao Dazhu returned to Xinghua Village and stepped into his home, he saw that the bed sheets and duvet covers, which had already been washed and were almost dry, were hanging on the clothesline in the yard.

He walked over and took a sniff; a strong smell of laundry detergent immediately filled his nostrils.

Recalling how Wang Caixia, the widow, sat on a small stool this morning to wash his bed sheets, Zhao Dazhu couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.

It really does take a woman to do things, like washing clothes and cooking.

It can also warm the bed.

Not long after, the sound of a tricycle could be heard outside.

"Grandpa? Grandpa, are you home?"