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

Panjiayuan is packed with people on weekends, like a bustling market.

Zhou Tian parked his military jeep far away on the roadside and followed closely behind Chu Chen, looking like a giant god ready to fight at any moment.

Chu Chen, carrying a small schoolbag and with a lollipop in his mouth, looked around, showing absolutely no interest in the bottles and jars.

He skipped over the antique-style shops and plunged straight into the most chaotic street market area.

"Sir, could there be treasure in this place?" Zhou Tian asked in a low voice, his face full of doubt.

"What do you know?" Chu Chen spat out the candy stick in his mouth. "The muddier the water, the bigger the fish. Besides, you're too naive to understand the joy of finding a bargain."

Chu Chen stopped in front of an inconspicuous stall.

The stall owner was a skinny, middle-aged man who was sitting on a small stool, fanning himself casually, while his eyes darted around furtively.

There weren't many items on the stall: a few chipped porcelain bowls, a few rusty copper coins, and a pair of walnuts.

The pair of walnuts were of uniform size, with deep lines and a dark red luster, clearly old objects that had been handled for many years.

"Boss, how much are these walnuts?" Chu Chen asked in a childish voice.

The skinny stall owner raised his eyelids and saw that it was a five-year-old child with a big, dumb guy following behind him. His eyes lit up.

He picked up the walnut, weighed it in his hand, and made a mysterious gesture.

"Young man, you have a good eye. This pair is a pair of fine lion's head meatballs, passed down from the palace. Look at the patina, it must have been fired at least two hundred years ago."

He handed the walnuts to Chu Chen, boasting about them with spittle flying everywhere.

"Since you're just a child, I won't ask for much; this amount is fine."

He held up five fingers.

Zhou Tian leaned closer and asked, "Five hundred?"

The skinny stall owner chuckled and shook his finger.

"Five thousand?"

"Open your mind." The skinny stall owner looked disdainful. "Fifty thousand, not a penny less. I'm only selling this kid because I feel a connection with him. I wouldn't sell him for even one hundred thousand."

Zhou Tian was shocked. Fifty thousand yuan for a pair of walnuts? He instinctively reached for his wallet in his pocket.

Chu Chen didn't reply. He picked up the pair of walnuts, tossed them in his hand, then tilted his head and asked innocently.

"Uncle, are your walnuts guaranteed to be ripe?"

The skinny monkey stall owner was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"It's ripe, guaranteed to be ripe! It's been played with for two hundred years, older than your great-great-grandfather, how could it not be ripe?"

"Oh." Chu

Chen nodded, then made a move that surprised everyone.

He held a walnut in each of his two little hands and gently tapped them together.

With a crisp "crack," the pair of century-old walnuts, said to be as hard as iron, shattered in his hands like two eggs.

The cracked shell did not reveal any plump walnut kernels.

Two fist-sized, jet-black beetles with long, slender legs crawled out of the broken shell.

As soon as the beetle came into contact with the air, it hissed and emitted a strange, foul stench of decay.

Several tourists who were watching the commotion smelled the odor, their faces turned green, and they covered their noses and backed away.

Zhou Tian's face instantly darkened, and he clenched his fist tightly.

The skinny monkey stall owner's smile froze on his face, and cold sweat poured down his forehead in an instant.

Without saying a word, he sprang up from the stool and turned to try to squeeze into the crowd.

"Trying to leave?"

Zhou Tian took a step forward, and his large, fan-like hand grabbed the skinny monkey by the back of his collar, lifting him back like a chick.

"Let me go! You...you broke my precious things, and you want to hit me?" Skinny Monkey was being held in mid-air, kicking his limbs wildly, still shouting.

"Uncle, don't worry." Chu Chen squatted down and poked the two still-wriggling black corpse beetles on the ground with a small twig.

"These walnuts of yours, they weren't from the palace, were they?"

He looked up, a naive smile on his face.

"This thing was dug out of the ground, and it was even from someone's coffin. This insect is called a corpse beetle, and it loves to eat human flesh."

"You've put a curse on these walnuts. Anyone who handles them will have their life force drained by the yin energy inside within three days, and then these two little darlings will have a good meal."

With each word Chu Chen spoke, the skinny monkey's face paled a little more.

In the end, his face turned deathly pale, and his whole body trembled like a leaf.

"You...you're talking nonsense! I don't understand what you're saying!"

"It's okay if you don't understand." Chu Chen stood up and dusted off his hands.

"Zhou Tian, ​​take him to the police station. Tell them he's smuggling cultural relics, the kind that's highly poisonous. And also tell the police that this is premeditated murder."

Zhou Tian grinned, his mouth agape in a wide smile.

"Okay, sir!"

He picked up the skinny monkey and made a move to walk out.

"No, no!" Skinny Monkey was terrified, and a foul smell instantly wafted from his crotch.

"Young master, young ancestor, I was wrong, I have elderly parents and young children to support..."

"Stop." Chu Chen interrupted him impatiently. "Stop with this nonsense, it makes you look unprofessional."

He stretched out his chubby little hand.

"Since you've taught me a lesson, I won't send you to jail."

"You have to pay for emotional distress, hush money, and the cost of cleaning my hands that touched that dirty stuff. You have to give me something, right?"

Skinny Monkey, with a mournful face, shakily pulled a wad of crumpled banknotes from his pocket.

"Young master, that's all I have... that's all I have."

Chu Chen didn't even glance at the stack of money; his gaze fell on a palm-sized piece of black wood in the corner of the stall.

The wood was dark and had a charred crack on it, making it look like a piece of rotten firewood.

"I don't want the money, give me that piece of wood."

Skinny Monkey was taken aback, followed Chu Chen's finger and looked over, a look of pain on his face.

But he didn't dare to haggle now and nodded hastily.

"Here you go! Take it, young master! Take whatever you want from this stall!"

"I want this one."

Chu Chen picked up the piece of lightning-struck wood and stuffed it into his small schoolbag.

He patted the skinny monkey's face and said with a smile.

"Uncle, you need to be honest in business from now on. Otherwise, the next person you encounter might not be as easy to talk to as me."

After saying that, he grabbed Zhou Tian's sleeve and turned to leave.

Zhou Tian casually tossed the terrified, skinny monkey to the ground and followed behind like a victorious general, head held high.

The two hadn't gone far when an elderly man, dressed in a Chinese-style jacket and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who looked very refined, emerged from the crowd.

He glanced at the foul-smelling corpse beetles on the ground and the limp stall owner, then looked at Chu Chen's departing figure, his eyes filled with shock and curiosity.

"Young friend, please wait!" The old man quickened his pace and caught up with Chu Chen.

"My name is Ma Weiping, and I have some knowledge of antiques. I was quite impressed by your sharp eye at such a young age. Would you be willing to become friends?"

Zhou Tian turned around and sized up the old man who called himself Ma Weiping.

Chu Chen also stopped, turned around, and glanced at Ma Weiping from head to toe.

His clear eyes seemed to see right through people's hearts.

"Making friends is fine," Chu Chen nodded, then said earnestly.

"But old man, I have to remind you of something."

"Your forehead is dark and the top of your head is a bit green. You've been having too much liver fire and insufficient kidney water lately."

"Go home and soak up some sunshine, and go away from those shady clubs. Otherwise, your antiques will have to find a new owner."

The smile on Ma Weiping's face froze instantly.