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

Yan Zhengqing moved closer to Chu Chen, pointing his finger at the animal-skin booklet, his voice very low.

"Wang Zhenhua, the head of the Beijing Public Security Bureau, is my direct superior."

His breathing was heavy, like a broken bellows.

Chu Chen picked at his ear with his finger, closed the booklet, and casually stuffed it back into his Winnie the Pooh backpack.

"oh."

He responded and then looked up at Yan Zhengqing.

"Uncle Yan, your network of connections isn't very good. Your bosses are all gangsters."

Yan Zhengqing's face turned bright red, and he opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

He couldn't respond to that.

Chu Chen patted his backpack, as if brushing off the dust.

"Take this booklet; consider it my performance evaluation indicator for you."

He tilted his head and spoke in a tone as if discussing what to have for breakfast the next day.

"Pull out the radish and bring out the mud; dig up all these rotten roots. Arrest the people, confiscate their homes, and seize their property."

Yan Zhengqing suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot.

"This has far-reaching implications; half of the entire system in the north would collapse!"

"If it collapses, rebuild it."

Chu Chen yawned and waved his hand impatiently.

"The demolition team is already at your doorstep, and you're still thinking about doing renovations for them?"

"I'll get on it right away!"

Yan Zhengqing no longer hesitated. He solemnly saluted Chu Chen, then turned and strode towards one of the Wuling Hongguang vans.

"Get to work! Back to work!"

Zhou Tian pried the last luminous pearl off the wall, stuffed it into his pocket, picked up the huge golden axe, and shouted.

Zhao Wuji and Zhao Tiansha also stopped looting, each carrying a sack filled with various bottles and jars of medicinal herbs.

The unconscious Black Crow Master was dragged by Zhao Wuji like a dead dog and casually thrown into the trunk of the first car.

With a "bang," the trunk lid slammed shut.

The three Wuling Hongguang vans had their chassis pressed almost flat against the ground, groaning in pain as they started.

The car headlights swayed as they swept across the looted underground palace, then turned around and slowly drove out of White Tiger Ridge.

**

When we returned to Qianlong Residence, the sky was already beginning to lighten.

The three cars, like drunken old men, were parked crookedly in the yard, their wheels flattened.

Lin Jianguo was wearing an old undershirt, his eyes were sunken and bloodshot, clearly he hadn't slept all night.

He was pacing back and forth at the door, holding a bowl of steaming porridge in his hand.

The car door opened.

When Lin Jianguo saw the little figure in Winnie the Pooh overalls jump off the car, his eyes immediately welled up with tears.

The bowl in his hand wobbled, and the porridge almost spilled.

"Xiao Chen".

His voice was hoarse, and he had only managed to utter two words.

Just a second ago, Chu Chen was like the commander-in-chief of a raid, but the moment he saw his grandfather, all the little expressions on his face disappeared.

He threw the Winnie the Pooh backpack off his shoulder to the ground, where it hit the gold brick with a dull thud.

Then, he spread his short arms and charged forward like a small cannonball.

"Grandpa!"

He buried his head in Lin Jianguo's arms and rubbed it against him vigorously.

"I'm hungry! I want porridge, meat buns, and your braised pork!"

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a strong nasal tone, and full of grievance.

Lin Jianguo's heart melted instantly. All his worries and fears were washed away by her sweet coaxing.

He put down the porridge in his hand, picked up his grandson, and kissed him on his chubby little face.

"Yes, yes, we have everything! The porridge has been kept warm for you; Grandpa will go get it for you right away!"

Zhou Tian, ​​Zhao Wuji, and the others got out of the car and looked at each other in surprise at the heartwarming scene before them.

They looked down again at the carriage, which was crammed full of gold and silver jewelry and looked like it was about to burst, and at the half-dead Black Lotus Sect leader in the trunk, and felt a little confused.

This change happened so fast.

Yan Zhengqing took the animal-skin booklet out of the car, walked up to Lin Jianguo, and looked at him with a complicated expression.

"Old Lin, I have to go back immediately."

He glanced at Chu Chen, who was being held in Lin Jianguo's arms and was burying his head in his hands, acting coquettishly, and lowered his voice.

"The capital is about to change."

After saying that, he bowed again in Chu Chen's direction, turned around and strode away, his back view appearing exceptionally resolute.

Zhao Wuji and Zhao Tiansha exchanged a glance, understanding each other perfectly.

The two of them, one on each side, lifted the unconscious Black Crow Altar Master from the trunk and dragged him toward the labor camp in the backyard.

"Director Zhao, what should we do with this new guy?" Zhao Tiansha asked.

"Put him in solitary confinement for three days and starve him to toughen him up."

As Zhao Wuji dragged the person along, he gave the instructions with practiced ease.

"Our labor camp in Qianlongju doesn't accept scum. Let him start his internship by carrying water for the latrines. Once he passes the assessment, we'll make him a full-fledged employee."

**

In the east wing.

Lin Xiu lay quietly on the Nine Nether Jade Bed, her breathing steady and long.

Chu Chen unloaded a box containing various spiritual herbs and fruits from the car and placed it beside the bed.

He didn't go in; he just stood at the door and watched for a while.

Although his mother's memory had not yet returned, when he approached her, he could feel a faint sense of closeness and warmth emanating from the depths of her soul.

He knew that this was all the soul power that had been devoured by the Myriad Soul Banner, which was now nourishing his mother's damaged soul.

Chu Chen closed the door and left quietly.

He climbed up the huge Nine Dragon Cauldron in the yard, found a comfortable spot to sit down, and took out a cucumber he had just picked from the vegetable garden in the backyard.

With a crisp "crack," it tastes refreshing.

The morning sunlight shone on him, casting a long shadow over his small figure.

From the backyard came Zhao Wuji's shouts reprimanding the newcomers, and the clanging sound of Zhou Tian humming a tune as he moved gold bricks.

Everything seemed to have returned to its former tranquility.

"Xiao Chen, come down for dinner!"

Lin Jianguo's voice came from the kitchen.

Chu Chen responded, finished the cucumber in his hand in a few bites, and jumped off the Nine Dragon Cauldron.

After running a few steps, Lin Jianguo came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of porridge.

Several men followed behind him, carrying a large box.

"Grandpa, what's this?" Chu Chen asked curiously.

Lin Jianguo handed him the porridge, then pointed to the box, his face turning a little pale.

"Your Uncle Yan had it delivered before he left; he said it was... confiscated from his house during a raid."

He opened the box, and inside was the animal hide register.

Lin Jianguo picked up the booklet, his hands trembling.

He turned to a page, his gaze falling on a name, and he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

Chu Chen leaned closer to take a look and saw that the page read:

"South Branch, contact person: Qian family, Qian Bancheng."