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

Ma Weiping's expression froze.

He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, revealing an undisguised astonishment in his eyes behind the lenses, eyes that had seen countless people.

"Young friend, you..."

He has lived for over sixty years, traversing the world of antiques, and has seen all sorts of people and experienced all kinds of situations.

But today, he felt that his decades of knowledge had been shattered by a single sentence from a five-year-old child.

Kidney deficiency is a term used in Western medicine.

If an antique in your home changes owners, it's considered a curse.

There's a bit of green on the top of my head...

Ma Weiping's mind went blank for a moment, and several young and handsome godson and god-apprentice faces flashed before his eyes.

"Old man, I'll consider you my friend."

Chu Chen took out a White Rabbit milk candy from his schoolbag, unwrapped it, and put it in his mouth.

"As a friend, I'll give you a recipe."

He chewed on a milk candy and mumbled, "When you get home, have your wife stew some chives for you. Like cures like, understand?"

After saying that, he grabbed Zhou Tian, ​​who was still in a daze, turned around and left, leaving Ma Weiping alone, bewildered in the wind.

Zhou Tian followed behind, and after a long while, he asked in a low voice, "Sir, what does 'using form to supplement form' mean?"

Chu Chen glanced at him sideways.

"Don't bother asking, you're a single dog. It's pointless."

As soon as the jeep drove out of Panjiayuan, the specially made "brick" communicator in Chu Chen's little schoolbag rang sharply.

It's a call from an encrypted line.

Chu Chen answered the call and pressed the speakerphone button.

"Axe Gang Leader, speak."

"gentlemen."

Yan Zhengqing's hoarse voice, suppressing his excitement and fear, came through the communicator.

"Found it, Chief Zhao and I found it."

"Speak slowly, the sky isn't going to fall down." Chu Chen impatiently picked at his ear.

"Yes, sir!" Yan Zhengqing took a deep breath and reported quickly.

"In the west of the city, there's a private club called 'Paradise Pavilion.' We had just arrived at the entrance when the talisman you gave us suddenly burned to ashes without even a spark!"

"Those who went in to spend money were all prominent figures in the capital. But when they came out, they all had dark circles under their eyes, their legs were trembling, like...like they'd been completely drained!"

Zhou Tian, ​​who was listening nearby, felt a chill run down his spine.

"Send the photos over," Chu Chen said succinctly.

Before long, the military fax machine that came with the vehicle began to chug and print out several blurry black and white photos.

The photo shows the exterior of the "Paradise Palace".

With its flying eaves and bracket sets, carved beams and painted rafters, and two huge stone lions guarding the entrance, the house is truly magnificent.

Chu Chen picked up the photo, glanced at it, and then curled his lip.

"What kind of underworld decor is this?"

Pointing to the architectural layout in the photo, he said to Zhou Tian, ​​"Look at this main gate, it's located in the White Tiger position, attracting malevolent energy. And look at these eaves, they're not wind chimes, they're in the shape of soul-summoning banners. The whole building is a yin-gathering formation, specifically designed to collect evil and foul energy."

He tossed the photo aside and drew his conclusion.

"This isn't a paradise, it's a complete spiderweb cave!"

Zhou Tian was completely confused, but he understood the last sentence.

"Sir, shall we go and smash it now?"

"What's the rush?" Chu Chen leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, and said, "Wait until it gets dark. It's easier to get things done when it's dark."

Night falls.

The backyard of Qianlong Residence.

Chu Chen stood at the entrance of the outhouse, looking at Zhao Wuji who had just changed his clothes, his brows furrowed into a knot.

Zhao Wuji was dressed in a sharp suit, his hair slicked back and shiny, looking as if he were going to a business negotiation.

"Sir, are you satisfied with this outfit? I've treasured it for many years," Zhao Wuji asked with a fawning smile.

"Change it." Chu Chen pointed to the outfit he was wearing. "It's too conspicuous. People who don't know better will think you're there to collect protection money."

He then pointed to a set of coarse cloth work clothes covered in mud hanging next to him.

"Wearing that outfit, your current persona is that of a glorious working person, not the master of Xuanyao Valley."

Zhao Wuji's face fell instantly, but he still obediently changed into his work clothes.

Zhou Tian also changed into the same clothes.

The two men stood together, one burly and the other with an air of otherworldly elegance. Dressed in their clothes, they looked exactly like migrant workers from rural areas.

"Let's go, let's sweep away the evil spirits."

Chu Chen waved his hand and got into the jeep first.

Half an hour later, the jeep stopped at the magnificent entrance of "Paradise Palace".

At the entrance, four security guards dressed in black suits, wearing sunglasses and headsets, stood like four iron towers.

Chu Chen jumped out of the car, followed by Zhao Wuji and Zhou Tian.

"stop!"

A security guard reached out and stopped them, his eyes filled with disdain behind his sunglasses.

He looked Zhao Wuji and Zhou Tian up and down in their work clothes, then glanced at the little kid Chu Chen, who wasn't even as tall as his legs.

"This is a private club. We cannot accommodate guests who are not properly dressed."

Another security guard spoke directly into his headset: "Two beggars with a child have come to the gate. Take care of them."

Zhou Tian immediately became furious, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and he was about to charge forward.

Zhao Wuji grabbed him.

The former master of the Mystic Medicine Valley, now the head of the outhouse, forced a standard professional fake smile onto his face.

He recalled Chu Chen's teachings before he left.

"We are civilized people, and we should win people over with virtue."

Zhao Wuji took a step forward and smiled kindly at the security guard blocking his way.

"Brother, do we look like we're here to cause trouble?"

The security guard snorted and was about to speak.

Zhao Wuji suddenly took a deep breath and walked to the white marble lion at the entrance, which was over two meters tall and weighed at least two tons.

He bent down and hugged the base of the stone lion with both hands.

"drink!"

A low growl.

Under the stunned gazes of the four security guards, he forcefully lifted the enormous stone lion, which required a crane to move, from the ground.

He raised it above his head.

Without batting an eye, Zhao Wuji, holding the stone lion, easily turned around and placed it steadily on the other side of the doorway.

The entire process was conducted without making a single extra sound, as if he were lifting not a two-ton stone, but a ball of cotton.

After doing all this, Zhao Wuji dusted off his hands and walked back to the security guard who had gone mad.

He smiled kindly again, straightened his patched work jacket, and asked gently:

"Hey bro, look, is it... all neat now?"

"thump!"

The four security guards' legs gave way, and they all collapsed to the ground.

One of them dropped his walkie-talkie on the ground, making a piercing static sound.

Chu Chen strode over with an air of indifference, stepping onto the walkie-talkie with one foot.

The electrical noise stopped abruptly.

He looked up at the lobby manager who had poked his head out of the club after hearing the noise, and spoke in a childish voice that carried throughout the entire hall.

"Inform your boss that a big client has arrived."

"You need to become a member and get extra minutes, the kind with super double the minutes."