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

The old beggar jumped up and down twice like a child.

"Bang! Bang!"

The dull thuds of the impact struck the hearts of everyone present.

This guy doesn't look like a cripple who's been lame for decades; he's actually more agile than a young man!

Wang Dequan's mouth was agape, and he didn't even notice the whisk in his hand falling to the ground.

He looked at the dark, mushy medicine paste in the pot, then at the lively old beggar, and his mind went blank.

Can medicinal residue cure diseases?

It can even cure old wounds that even the imperial physicians in the palace couldn't treat?

If this gets out, the entire medical community will be turned upside down!

"A miracle drug! This is a miracle drug!"

"Little Bodhisattva, please, please give me a bowl too! My back has been bent over for over ten years!"

"And me! I've had this chronic cough for half my life, please, young master, spare me some medicine!"

Outside the courtyard, the neighbors who had gathered around to watch the excitement, drawn by the aroma, were immediately in an uproar.

They swarmed into the backyard, dozens of eyes filled with fervor, staring intently at the large iron pot. What was in that pot was not dregs of medicine, but clearly an elixir that could grant immortality.

The men were so frightened that their faces turned pale. They quickly surrounded the pot and tried to stop the group of crazy people.

"Don't push! Everyone, don't push!"

The scene instantly descended into chaos.

Chu Chen stood by the pot, his small face expressionless.

He looked at the group of people in front of him as if they were ants fighting for food.

Just then.

"Get out of my way! All of you, get the hell out of my way!"

A harsh, angry shout came from the front door.

The crowd was roughly pushed aside by a brute force, and several portly shopkeepers dressed in silk robes, surrounding a ruddy-faced man, swaggered in.

The one leading the group was Manager Zhao of Huichuntang.

Behind him followed Fatty Qian from Sihaitang, Manager Sun from Baicaoting, and a dozen fierce-looking servants, all carrying sticks.

As soon as Manager Zhao entered the courtyard, he frowned at the overwhelming aroma of medicine.

When he saw the mountain of dregs in the yard and the huge iron pot, his contempt deepened.

"Oh, so the Lin family has switched to the swill business? What, are you planning to sell this soup made from the dregs of herbs to the pigs outside the city?"

The shopkeepers behind him burst into laughter, their laughter filled with undisguised sarcasm.

"Manager Zhao, look at this smell! Even a pig would shake its head at it!"

"Hahaha!"

The neighbors who had been kneeling on the ground begging for medicine shrank back in fright when they saw this scene.

Wang Dequan's expression changed, and he quickly stepped forward and bowed.

"Manager Zhao, Boss Qian, esteemed guests, I am so sorry for not welcoming you sooner."

"Get out of my way!" Manager Zhao didn't even bother to lift his eyelids. "You're just a servant, what right do you have to speak here? Tell that old bastard Lin Jianguo to get out here and see me!"

"How dare you!" Wang Dequan was so angry that his beard trembled.

"What's wrong? You're not happy about saying a few words to your master?" The fat man behind Manager Zhao walked up with his belly sticking out and poked Wang Dequan's chest with his finger.

"Let me tell you, we're here to collect debts!"

"These past few days, the Lin family has been selling medicinal herbs and buying junk, owing several of our pharmacies a total of five thousand silver dollars!"

"If you can't come up with the money today, then use the land deed to this Jishetang clinic as collateral!"

These words caused an uproar throughout the courtyard.

Five thousand silver dollars! My God!

"This is tantamount to driving the Lin family to their doom!"

"Alas, it seems Jishetang is truly doomed..."

"The old man has arrived!"

Just then, a waiter helped Lin Jianguo, who was pale and unsteady on his feet, out of the inner room.

Lin Jianguo was wearing a bathrobe, his hair was disheveled, and he looked like he had aged ten years in an instant.

He looked at Manager Zhao and his group, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Brother Zhao, everyone, let's talk this out, let's talk this out."

He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture to Manager Zhao, adopting an extremely humble posture.

"The Lin family is indeed experiencing financial difficulties lately. Please, for the sake of our long-standing friendship, grant us a few more days, a few more days..."

Seeing his expression, Manager Zhao was overjoyed.

This is exactly the effect he wanted.

He wanted to show everyone how pathetic the top traditional Chinese medicine doctor in the capital was in front of him.

"Grace period?" Manager Zhao sneered.

"Lin Jianguo, do you think I, Zhao, run a charity?"

"Today, it's either money or the land title! There's no third option!"

Lin Jianguo slumped into a chair with a thud, clutching his chest and gasping for breath, looking like he was about to faint at any moment.

"You...you're trying to drive the Lin family to its death!"

Manager Zhao felt extremely pleased to see his pathetic state.

He was about to step forward and press him a few more times.

A childish voice rang out from the side.

"Slippery...slippery..."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a five or six-year-old child wearing red open-crotch pants squatting in the corner, intently playing marbles.

His focused expression made it seem like nothing could bother him, even if the sky were to fall.

It was Chu Chen.

When Manager Zhao saw him, his smile became even more cruel.

"Hey, isn't this the Lin family's little ancestor who blew himself up while refining pills?"

He walked up to Chu Chen and looked down at him.

"Silly boy, stop playing around. Your family is going to be gone. You won't even have food to eat anymore. You'll have to drink the dishwater from your pot with these beggars."

Chu Chen stopped playing marbles and looked up.

His eyes, black and white, were clear as a spring, without any impurities.

He glanced at Manager Zhao, then at the group of smug merchants behind him.

Then, he grinned, revealing two rows of tiny teeth.

"Old Deng."

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

The smile on Manager Zhao's face vanished instantly.

Chu Chen got up from the ground, patted the dirt off his hands, and took out a crystal-clear glass marble from his pocket.

He placed the marble on his thumb and asked Manager Zhao with an innocent look.

"You don't want the land deed, you want to eat farts, don't you?"

The voice just fell.

"Whoosh!"

The glass marbles flew out from Chu Chen's fingertips.

Manager Zhao felt a blur before his eyes, followed by a sharp pain in his front teeth.

With a crisp "clang," a large, yellow tooth, streaked with blood, fell to the ground.

"ah--!"

A pig-like scream erupted from Manager Zhao's mouth.

He covered his mouth, which was full of blood, and tears streamed down his face from the pain. He looked at Chu Chen with the eyes of someone looking at a ghost.

"You...you little beast! How dare you hit me!"

His servants reacted quickly, raising their clubs and preparing to rush forward.

At this critical moment.

"Boom—Boom—"

Suddenly, a deep and rhythmic roar of engines came from the street outside.

Immediately following was the sound of soldiers' leather boots stomping on the ground in unison.

"stand at attention!"

A loud command shook the entire roof beams of Jishetang.

Everyone in the courtyard was stunned and looked towards the main gate.

Li Weiguo, dressed in military uniform, strode in with two guards.

Behind him were two squads of heavily armed soldiers, completely blocking the entrance to the Jishetang Hospital.

On the street, a row of green military trucks blocked off the entire street.

Manager Zhao and his men were all dumbfounded.

What kind of formation is this?

Li Weiguo walked straight up to Lin Jianguo and Chu Chen without looking to either side.

He first gave a standard military salute to Lin Jianguo, who was still "acting".

"Mr. Lin, I have come to offer my condolences on the orders of Commander Zhou!"

Then, he turned around, stood at attention again, and saluted Chu Chen, who was only up to his knees!

That posture was even more standard than when he met his boss.

"Mr. Chu!"

The shout of "Mr. Chu" was so loud that it startled Manager Zhao so much that his legs went weak and he almost knelt down.

Li Weiguo didn't even look at him, but instead waved his hand behind him.

"Bring the signboard in!"

Four soldiers, marching in step, carefully carried in a huge plaque covered with a red cloth.

Li Weiguo walked to the plaque, took a deep breath, and suddenly lifted the red cloth.

"Whoosh—"

The four large, gilded characters gleamed in the sunlight.

A peerless hero!

The signature at the end was the vigorous and powerful handwriting of the late Commander Zhou!

The courtyard was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

Everyone was stunned by the plaque.

Li Weiguo cleared his throat, his voice booming and resonating throughout the entire street.

"By order of Commander Zhou!"

"Mr. Lin Jianguo of Jishetang Hospital is a doctor of noble medical ethics! His grandson, Mr. Chu Chen, is a doctor of extraordinary medical skills! We hereby present him with a plaque inscribed with 'Unparalleled Hero of the Nation' as a token of our appreciation!"

He paused, his gaze sharp as a knife, sweeping over the slumped Manager Zhao and the group of merchants whose faces were ashen.

"Furthermore, from this day forward, Jishetang is the sole designated herbal medicine supplier for the Beijing Military Region!"

"All military supplies will be given priority! Anyone or any organization that dares to interfere with the normal operation of Jishetang in any way..."

Li Weiguo's voice instantly turned cold.

"This will be considered treason and collusion with the enemy!"

"boom!"

These words struck Zhao the shopkeeper and Fatty Qian like a ton of bricks, utterly crushing them.

They're finished.

Their blockade, at this moment, became a huge joke.

A joke about treason and collusion with the enemy.

The courtyard was completely silent.

Chu Chen walked up to the blood tooth that was still spinning on the ground, stretched out his little foot, and gently stepped on it.

"Click."

My tooth broke.

He looked up at the trembling shopkeeper Zhao, then pulled a colorful glass marble from the pocket of his open-crotch pants.

"Uncle Zhao."

He grinned, revealing his small, white teeth.

"Want to play more?"