The five-and-a-half-year-old baby doctor comes to the city to cure those who refuse to listen.

Oh shit.

He was killed by the alchemy furnace.

This was Chu Chen's first thought upon regaining consciousness.

As the eternal god of medicine who governs the pharmacology of the three realms, his divine life is legendary. Bringing the dead back to life and restoring flesh to bones is nothing more than a snap of his fingers.

There's only one flaw: he's too promiscuous.

In order to refine the legendary "Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill," he even threw his own natal divine fire into the alchemy furnace.

I want to do something big.

As a result, the alchemy furnace exploded.

Then there is no more then.

His soul was blasted into pieces, carrying a trace of primordial divine power. When he opened his eyes again, it was now.

A fishing village by the sea in 1993.

A dilapidated brick house, the air filled with the salty smell of the sea breeze and the pungent odor of inferior pesticides.

"You're a money-loser! Useless!"

"My Chen family spent half a lifetime raising this son, and the woman he married was a walking pharmacy! Now look what's happened, she died from taking fake medicine, and she wants me to collect her body? Dream on!"

A sharp, sarcastic voice came from outside the door, like scraping the bottom of a pot with broken tiles.

Chu Chen lay on the cold cement floor, his small body unable to move.

A piercing pain shot through the back of my head, as if I had been hit hard with a blunt object.

He didn't even need to take the pulse to know that the original owner of this body had just died.

He was pushed down, his head hit a rock, and he died instantly.

He struggled to turn his eyes, and a woman lying not far away came into view.

The woman was wearing faded old clothes, her face was ashen, and there were still some medicine residues at the corners of her mouth. The pungent smell emanated from her.

Even so, it couldn't hide her delicate features and her scholarly air that seemed out of place in this fishing village.

This is the mother of this body, Lin Xiu.

After the original owner of this body was beaten to death, in despair, she swallowed the "miracle drug" that her relative sold to her.

He has now stopped breathing.

The story begins with the death of both mother and child.

This script is really toxic.

Even Chu Chen, whose Dao heart had remained calm for millennia, couldn't help but utter a curse.

How could he, the dignified God of Medicine, have fallen to such a wretched state!

Despite the criticism, the person still needs to be saved.

He gathered a trace of divine power he had acquired during his transmigration and focused it in his eyes.

The field of vision changed instantly.

Under the divine sense of the Medicine God, he saw that his small body was completely devoid of life and beyond dead.

Meanwhile, Lin Xiu, the mother standing beside her, was shrouded in deathly aura, but deep within her heart, a tiny wisp of life essence, thinner than a hair, stubbornly shone.

That was the last thread of life that hadn't been extinguished!

It can still be saved!

This thought instantly occupied Chu Chen's entire mind.

This is his mother in this life.

Regardless of his past, from the moment his soul transmigrated here, he was determined to protect this woman!

But now, he only has a trace of divine power left, and this body is that of a five-year-old mortal boy, who is powerless to even kill a chicken.

What should I do?

The cursing outside the door continued.

"Die! It's better to be dead! Saves the money for medicine every day! A hen that doesn't lay eggs still wants to eat gold! Now look what happened, the little one fell to its death, and the big one went with it, a pair of jinxes!"

"Mom, what should we do? If he dies, won't my brother cause trouble for us when he comes back?" A sleazy voice rang out.

"What nonsense! Your older brother is a complete coward! Find him a straw mat and throw him in the mass grave behind the mountain! Don't let him rot at home!"

Hearing these vicious words, Chu Chen's eyes turned cold.

No, we can't wait any longer.

If we wait any longer, even the last thread of Mom's heart will dissipate!

He mustered all his strength, opened his mouth, and bit down hard on his delicate wrist!

My baby teeth weren't sharp enough, so it took a lot of effort to bite through the skin.

Blood droplets surged forth, carrying a faint golden halo invisible to the naked eye.

This is his divine blood, his last strength.

Ignoring the pain, Chu Chen immediately extended his blood-stained finger, using it as a needle and the blood as a guide, and began to swiftly stab and draw in the void.

An invisible golden needle-like shadow slowly took shape in the air as his fingertips moved.

Beidou Life-Saving Needle!

Using divine blood as a catalyst, it can seal the last vestige of life in a dying person, causing them to enter a state of suspended animation, where their body will remain incorrupt for a hundred years!

"seal up!"

Chu Chen let out a low shout and, with the last bit of strength, slammed the golden needle shadow toward Lin Xiu's heart!

The moment the needle pierced Lin Xiu's body, a flash of golden light disappeared.

The body, which had been completely cold, had its last trace of death forcibly locked in.

Lin Xiu's face became even more serene, her body temperature stopped changing, and her breathing and heartbeat completely disappeared.

From any angle, it is a completely dead corpse.

After doing all this, Chu Chen's vision went black, and he completely exhausted all his strength.

With his divine power exhausted and his physical body merely mortal, he could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground, his consciousness plunging into boundless darkness.

Before he lost consciousness, only one thought flashed through his mind.

Mom, wait for me.

I will definitely bring you back to life!

……

I don't know how much time passed.

"Squeak—"

The dilapidated wooden door was kicked open.

An elderly woman in her fifties with triangular eyes and thin lips walked in. She was Chu Chen's grandmother, Old Lady Chen.

She saw the two corpses, one large and one small, lying on the ground and spat in disgust.

"What the hell is this bad luck!"

She stretched out her foot, clad in a worn-out rubber shoe, and impatiently kicked Lin Xiu's arm.

"Completely dead."

She then looked at Chu Chen beside her; his delicate face was wrinkled and completely bloodless.

Old Mrs. Chen curled her lip and cursed, "That little brat is going to die young, just like his sickly mother, a money-losing burden!"

She was pondering whether to throw it into the mountains to feed the stray dogs or to throw it into the sea to feed the fish when her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a hand that reached in from the outside.

"Mom, what are you doing!"

It was her second son, Chu Erhai, who was also the mastermind behind selling counterfeit medicine.

"What are you doing! If your older brother weren't so incompetent, only getting his wife sick and costing money, would I have asked you to get your hands on those shady drugs? Now look what's happened, you didn't make any money, and someone died!"

Chu Erhai pointed at her nose and cursed, "If you hadn't insisted on being so stingy with that little bit of money, would I have been able to buy those cheap things? He's dead, and when my brother comes back, he'll be after me!"

Old Mrs. Chen was so angry that she trembled all over, fell to the ground with a thud, and began to slap her thighs and wail loudly.

"What terrible things have I done?!"

"Marrying a wife will bankrupt the family, and even a grandson will be a debt collector!"

Her cries attracted the attention of her neighbors.

Soon, the small brick house was packed with villagers who came to watch the spectacle.

"Oh dear, Sister-in-law Chen, what's wrong?"

"I heard your scholar's wife passed away?"

"This little one too...?"

The crowd pointed and whispered among themselves.

Just then, Wang Banxian, the village's barefoot doctor, squeezed in with his medicine box on his back.

"Make way, make way! Let me see!"

Wang Banxian first examined Lin Xiu and then shook his head.

"It's hopeless, he's already cold. Prepare for his funeral."

He squatted down again and began to examine Chu Chen.

He flipped open Chu Chen's eyelids and prepared to check his breathing.

Suddenly, he exclaimed "Huh?"

Everyone’s heart is raised.

Grandma Chen stopped crying and stared at him nervously.

"Dr. Wang, how is it? Is the baby... gone too?"

Wang Banxian frowned, pressed his ear to Chu Chen's heart for a long time, and then stood up uncertainly.

"That's strange, really strange."

He clicked his tongue. "The kid's body is cold, he's not breathing, but I think I just... heard a faint sound coming from his chest."

"Just like the buzzing of a mosquito, too weak to be heard."

What?

Everyone in the room was stunned.

Old Mrs. Chen suddenly lunged forward and grabbed Wang Banxian's arm.

"You mean, he's still alive?"

"It's hard to say, really hard to say!" Wang Banxian waved his hand. "I've never seen anything like this in my half-life, it's like feigning death. How about... I try giving him an acupuncture needle?"

Grandma Chen's eyes lit up instantly.

If the older one dies but the younger one survives, then she'll at least have another grandson!

"Help! Dr. Wang, please save him!"

Wang Banxian took out a silver needle from his medicine box, heated it over a kerosene lamp, and then inserted it into Chu Chen's philtrum.

While unconscious, Chu Chen felt a sharp pain, as if his soul had been forcibly pulled back into his small body.

He coughed violently.

"Cough cough...cough!"