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

The mornings at Qianlongju begin with the rich aroma of meat wafting from the kitchen.

Lin Jianguo held a large bowl, piled high with braised pork. He had dark circles under his eyes and walked unsteadily.

The blood-red one-eyed monster from last night left him with a huge psychological scar.

At the dining table, nine empty bowls were already stacked in front of Chu Chen.

He was engrossed in finishing his tenth bowl, his little mouth glistening with oil, eating with great relish, as if he weren't the one who had single-handedly crushed the divine projection last night.

"Grandpa, the meat is a bit dry today. The cooking time wasn't right." Chu Chen mumbled his comment while chewing the meat.

Lin Jianguo's eyelids twitched, and he almost dropped the bowl in his hand.

That brat has pretty high standards.

In the courtyard, Zhao Wuji and Zhao Tiansha, both sporting huge dark circles under their eyes, were diligently sweeping the floor, their movements somewhat stiff.

They were severely shaken by the shock to their souls last night, and now they see even the ants in the yard as peerless masters.

After finishing the last piece of meat, Chu Chen let out a satisfied burp.

He wiped his mouth, jumped off the high stool, slipped on his slippers, and strolled to the door of the east wing.

Yan Zhengqing moved a small stool and sat there upright, his bald head shining brightly in the morning light, looking just like a newly unearthed Arhat.

His eyes were lifeless, staring straight ahead, perfectly fulfilling his role as a "human signal jammer".

"Uncle Yan, don't just stand there, there's work to do." Chu Chen kicked his stool.

Yan Zhengqing snapped back to reality and quickly stood up. "Sir, what are your orders?"

Chu Chen took out the specially made "brick" communicator from his pocket and threw it into his arms.

"I'm giving you a task: use your connections to find the hideout of that big-eyed guy from last night."

Yan Zhengqing, clutching the brick, turned green with rage.

He said with a pained expression, "Sir, this...this is beyond our capabilities. The other side is using telepathic projection to attack across space. Our technical capabilities can't even find a network address."

"Useless." Chu Chen commented without any politeness.

He glanced at Yan Zhengqing's expression that said, "I don't understand, don't make things difficult for me," and pursed his lips.

"If we can't find the official channels, we'll use the underworld methods."

Chu Chen stretched out his finger, drew a yellow talisman in the air, and slapped it on Yan Zhengqing's forehead.

"Take this and go find someone."

"Who are you looking for?" Yan Zhengqing asked, looking completely bewildered.

"Director Zhao," Chu Chen gestured towards the outhouse in the backyard. "Have him accompany you for a walk."

Yan Zhengqing's face turned even greener.

Let him, the former team leader, go out on a case with a current toilet manager?

This combination sounds utterly absurd.

Chu Chen ignored his expression and continued to assign tasks.

"The Black Lotus Cult practices insidious and harmful techniques, which cannot be separated from the vital essence of living people."

"Go to the most upscale private clubs in Beijing, especially those that have suddenly become incredibly popular, but where the owners and customers all have dark circles under their eyes and unsteady steps."

"If you find a place like this, stick this talisman on the door. If it glows and heats up, it means you've found the right place."

Chu Chen patted Yan Zhengqing on the shoulder and summarized in a mature and sophisticated manner.

"Remember, high-level hunters often appear as the prey. You guys just pretend to be nouveau riche shoppers, understand?"

Yan Zhengqing nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

He felt that this method didn't sound very reliable, but he didn't dare to refute it.

"Sir, what if we encounter danger..."

"Zhao Wuji is no mere decoration. Although his mind isn't working perfectly right now, he's still a grandmaster, more than enough to be a bodyguard."

After Chu Chen finished speaking, he added another sentence.

"Don't worry, I've given you the necessary permissions. This operation is codenamed 'Sweeping Away the Yin and Exorcising Evil,' and it'll be officially reimbursed."

Yan Zhengqing's face twitched. Holding the talisman, he walked towards the backyard outhouse, looking back every few steps.

Lin Jianguo leaned closer, still worried. "Xiao Chen, should we just let the two of them go? Or should I have Li Weiguo send a whole company of soldiers with them?"

"Grandpa, you're out of touch."

Chu Chen shook his finger.

"Everyone else is using magic, and you're still stuck here fighting with bayonets. This is a high-level game; bringing guns is useless, you'll just be feeding kills."

Lin Jianguo was speechless, and could only watch helplessly as Yan Zhengqing and Zhao Wuji, who had just come out of the latrine, one dressed in a suit and the other reeking of soap, formed a bizarre pair and walked out of the gate of Qianlong Residence.

After dismissing the two men, Chu Chen stretched.

"Zhou Tian!" he called out.

"Hey! Sir!" Zhou Tian rushed out of the woodshed like a gust of wind, carrying a freshly polished axe in his hand.

"Put the axe down, prepare the car, let's go out for a bit."

"Okay! Where to?" Zhou Tian asked excitedly.

Panjiayuan.

Lin Jianguo was stunned again. "What are you going there for? To buy something again?"

Chu Chen sighed, his face full of disappointment.

"Grandpa, wasn't last night's lesson enough?"

"They're all decked out in god-tier gear, using map-wide cheats to ambush us, and I'm stuck with my newbie equipment with no blocking ability. How am I supposed to play this game?"

"I need to get myself a couple of defensive items, otherwise next time they'll lock me down with their souls, and I won't even be able to get back to the fountain."

Lin Jianguo couldn't understand a single word, but he sensed a sense of urgency.

Zhou Tian understood a few words, though he didn't know their meaning, but they seemed very impressive.

"Sir, I'll go get the car right away!" Zhou Tian threw down the axe and ran off happily.

Soon, a gleaming military jeep pulled up in front of the courtyard.

Chu Chen changed out of his little yellow duck pajamas and put on a blue tracksuit that Lin Jianguo had bought for him. With a small backpack on his back, he looked like a primary school student going on a spring outing.

Before leaving, he ran to the door of the east wing and bowed to the small stool left by Yan Zhengqing.

"May the door god protect me; I'm sure I'll find some great treasures when I go out today."

Looking at his grandson's reverent demeanor, his talk of science, and his constant use of slang, Lin Jianguo felt like his brain was about to give out.

"Grandpa's gone. We'll have braised fish when we get back tonight."

Chu Chen waved to him and scrambled into the passenger seat of the jeep.

Zhou Tian stepped on the gas, the car kicked up a cloud of dust, and headed towards Panjiayuan.

In the car, Zhou Tian looked at Chu Chen, who was looking excited, in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but ask.

"Sir, Panjiayuan is full of fake goods. What kind of defensive gear can we find there?"

Chu Chen took a lollipop out of his bag, put it in his mouth, and mumbled something indistinctly.

"What do you know?"

"That place is crowded and has a mixed atmosphere, with all sorts of genuine and fake old objects mixed together, making it the easiest place to hide things."

He licked the lollipop, a glint of shrewdness beyond his years flashing in his eyes.

"Besides, who said we went to buy anything?"

"Today, I'll show you what real zero-dollar purchases are all about."