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

The back door of Huichuntang was slammed open by Lin Fu with a loud bang.

He scrambled in, and the stench, a mixture of rot and foul smell, exploded like a bomb in the backyard.

The waiter, who was dozing off, was startled by the stench and jumped back, covering his nose.

"What's that smell?! Who blew up the outhouse?!"

"Get out of here!"

Lin Fu shoved aside the waiter blocking his way and stumbled into the inner hall.

Manager Zhao was savoring the newly arrived pre-Qingming Longjing tea when he smelled this aroma. His brows furrowed, and he almost dropped the teacup in his hand.

"Lin Fu? Did you fall into the latrine?"

With a "thump," Lin Fu knelt down in front of Manager Zhao, looking like a lump of mud.

"Manager Zhao! Something's happened! Something terrible has happened!"

He was crying and sniffling, his face filled with terror and despair.

Manager Zhao moved his chair back in disgust, pinching his nose.

"Is the sky falling down? Look at the pathetic state you're in!"

"It's collapsed! The sky has really collapsed!"

Lin Fu wailed, his voice hoarse. "The alchemy room exploded! Young Master... Young Master, he..."

Manager Zhao's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly stood up, leaning forward.

"What happened to that little brat? Explain yourself!"

"He was blown up... he was blown up to the point of barely breathing!" Lin Fu pounded the ground, crying his heart out. "I saw it with my own eyes, he was covered in black soot, blood everywhere! The old man was so angry he vomited blood on the spot, and now he's bedridden!"

Manager Zhao's eyes lit up instantly.

He stared intently at Lin Fu, trying to find a trace of a lie on his face.

Is this really true?

"It's absolutely true!" Lin Fu ripped open his shirt, revealing a stain on his chest "scorched" by the body-tempering fluid. "Smell this! This is the pus and blood splattered from the young master's body! I was closest, and it splattered all over me! This smell... this smell won't dissipate for three days!"

Manager Zhao leaned forward and cautiously took a sniff.

The stench was so strong it almost killed him.

He jumped back with a "whoosh," took three steps back, and dry heaved while clutching his chest.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

Manager Zhao was not surprised but delighted. He looked at Lin Fu as if he were looking at a priceless treasure.

This flavor is undeniable.

That little bastard is really finished! That old bastard Lin Jianguo is down too!

He slapped his thigh, his face beaming with uncontrollable elation.

"Lin Fu! You've done a tremendous service this time! A truly great service!"

He walked around the table twice, his eyes no longer able to conceal the greed and ambition.

"Pass on my message! Immediately summon Boss Qian of Sihaitang, Manager Sun of Baicaotang, and Master Li of Anrentang!"

"I'll tell them that I, Zhao, have invited them to the Pharmacy Guild to discuss a momentous matter that could reshape the landscape of the pharmacy industry in the capital!"

Lin Fu lay on the ground, head down, a cold glint flashing in his eyes that went unnoticed.

One hour later.

The hall of the Beijing Pharmacy Guild was bustling with noise.

Those who can secure a place here are all prominent pharmaceutical merchants from the capital.

Manager Zhao sat in the main seat, his face glowing, holding a teacup and enjoying the praise from everyone.

"Manager Zhao, what great news has brought you here in such a hurry?" Boss Qian of Sihaitang was a fat man who smiled like Maitreya Buddha.

Manager Zhao put down his teacup and slammed his hand on the table.

"Everyone, Jishetang is finished!"

One sentence silenced the entire hall instantly.

Everyone looked at him as if he were crazy.

"Manager Zhao, this is no joke. The Lin family has climbed the social ladder by associating with the Zhou family," Manager Sun of Baicao Hall said with a frown, his cautious nature evident.

"A higher branch?" Manager Zhao sneered and stood up.

"Even the highest branch can't withstand someone's own recklessness!"

He repeated Lin Fu's story, embellishing it, and finally pointed towards the door.

"That Lin family dog ​​is kneeling outside the door right now, reeking of a corpse. Anyone who doesn't believe me can go and smell it for themselves!"

The crowd looked at each other, discussing amongst themselves.

Manager Zhao was very satisfied with their reaction.

This is exactly the effect he wanted.

"Lin Jianguo is down, and that brat is finished too. Jishetang is now a piece of fat meat, leaderless!"

He opened his arms, his voice full of inflammatory rhetoric.

"The Lin family's century-old business has swallowed up 70% of the pharmaceutical companies in the capital! By what right?"

"Now is the best time for us to take back what is rightfully ours!"

Mr. Qian's eyes lit up, and he was the first to stand up.

"Manager Zhao is right! Our Sihaitang will be the first to respond!"

"My Baicao Hall counts as one too!" Manager Sun hesitated for a moment, then stood up as well.

With one person taking the lead, the rest of the fence-sitters followed suit.

Count me in!

"We can't let the Lin family continue to be so domineering!"

Manager Zhao looked at this rabble blinded by greed and laughed triumphantly.

He walked to the center of the hall, looked around, and raised his voice eight octaves.

"I'm putting my words right here!"

"From this moment forward, all pharmacies in the capital city shall completely cut off all supplies of medicinal materials to Jishetang!"

"Not a single licorice root, not a single angelica root slice—not a single one is allowed to be sold to them!"

"Anyone who dares to outwardly comply but inwardly defy me, and secretly sell even a single blade of grass to the Lin family, is going against me, Zhao, and against everyone present here!"

"Don't blame us when we make sure he can't even keep his shop open!"

Arrogant and domineering.

His arrogant voice echoed throughout the entire hall.

In the corner, behind a huge huanghuali wood screen.

Lin Jianguo was so angry that he was trembling all over, gripping the armrest of the chair until his knuckles turned white.

"They've rebelled! They've all rebelled! A bunch of ingrates!"

He lowered his voice and forced out a roar through clenched teeth.

A small hand held a plate of osmanthus cake and handed it to him.

"Grandpa, have some snacks."

Chu Chen sat on a small stool next to him, his short legs swinging back and forth, with half a pastry stuffed in his mouth, eating with great relish.

Lin Jianguo couldn't possibly eat it.

"Chen'er! Listen to what these beasts outside are saying!"

"I heard that." Chu Chen picked up another piece of osmanthus cake and took a bite.

He gave a vague assessment.

"It's quite lively, like a grand opera performance."

Lin Jianguo was so angry at his attitude that he almost couldn't breathe.

Chu Chen swallowed the pastry in his mouth and clapped his hands.

He jumped off the stool, walked to the screen, and peered through the gap at the greedy and ugly faces outside.

He watched for a while, then turned around and reached out his little hand to Lin Jianguo.

"Grandpa, can I borrow your pen?"

Lin Jianguo was taken aback. "What do you need a pen for?"

"Remember the names," Chu Chen said matter-of-factly.

He pulled an account book from the table, turned to a blank page, and lay down on the table like a primary school student.

Lin Jianguo handed him his Parker gold pen.

Chu Chen held the gold pen, which was thicker than his forearm, and wrote the first name on the paper in a crooked and awkward manner: Zhao Quan.

He muttered to himself as he wrote.

"This Manager Zhao can jump the highest, like a monkey."

He peeked through the crack again and continued writing.

"That fat guy, that's Boss Qian, he has the most cunning smile, the second one."

"And that guy surnamed Sun, pretending to be serious, he's the third one."

Every time he wrote a name, someone outside would loudly echo Manager Zhao's words.

The scene was so eerie that it sent chills down Lin Jianguo's spine.

Chu Chen wrote a full page, then looked up and blinked his big eyes at Lin Jianguo.

He sighed and said maturely.

"Sigh, I thought it would be a high-level match, but I ended up with a bunch of bronze players."

He shook his head again, muttering to himself.

"The clown is right next to me."

After writing the last name, Chu Chen closed the ledger and solemnly handed it to Lin Jianguo.

"Grandpa, the list."

Lin Jianguo took the heavy ledger, feeling as if it were burning his hands.

Chu Chen climbed back onto the small stool and picked up the last piece of osmanthus cake.

After he finished eating, he licked his fingers, then looked up at Lin Jianguo, who was still in a daze, with an innocent smile on his face.

"Grandpa, which house should we start smashing up first?"

When Lin Jianguo heard the words "Which house to smash?", all the blood in his body rushed to his head.

He grabbed the armrest of the armchair and stood up abruptly, his knuckles turning white from gripping it so tightly.

"good!"

"They've rebelled! These ungrateful wretches have all rebelled!"

"Isn't Li Weiguo's company still around? I'll call men right now! Let's start by smashing up Huichuntang! I'll make sure Zhao Quan is sleeping on the streets tonight!"

Lin Jianguo, like an enraged lion, turned and was about to leave.

Grandpa.

Chu Chen's voice was soft and light, yet it made Lin Jianguo's foot, which had just stepped out, stop abruptly in mid-air.

He turned around and saw Chu Chen jump down from the small stool that was taller than him.

"Smashing things is something barbarians do."