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

The plaque that read "Unparalleled Hero of the Nation" made Manager Zhao see stars.

He collapsed to the ground, his crotch feeling ice-cold, his mind filled only with Li Weiguo's words, "to be treated as traitors who collude with the enemy."

It’s over.

It's all over.

Li Weiguo didn't even glance at him. After exchanging a few more words with Lin Jianguo, he led the main force away in a rumble, leaving only a squad of soldiers guarding the entrance of Jishetang.

Once the military vehicles left, the imposing aura dissipated.

The onlookers grew bolder and started pointing and whispering about Manager Zhao and his group.

"See? This is karma!"

"Trying to drive the Lin family to their doom? Don't they know who's protecting the Lin family's little miracle doctor!"

The servants that Manager Zhao brought were terrified. They dropped their sticks and shrank back, wishing they could disappear into the ground.

Lin Jianguo glanced at the gleaming gold plaque, then at Manager Zhao sitting on the ground trembling, and felt all the anger in his chest dissipate.

He was about to speak.

Grandpa.

Chu Chen walked over to him with her short legs and tugged at his sleeve.

"The play isn't over yet, don't rush to take your bow."

Lin Jianguo was taken aback. He looked down at his grandson's calm face, and his anger was instantly extinguished.

Chu Chen ignored the pile of mud on the ground and walked to the large iron pot.

The medicinal paste in the pot had stopped boiling and solidified into a huge, black, paste-like substance with a strange aroma.

"Grandpa Wang."

"Hey! Young boss!"

Wang Dequan rushed over, his eyes now filled with fanaticism as he looked at Chu Chen.

"Go, roll everything in this pot into balls and wrap them in oiled paper," Chu Chen ordered. "Let's call them... the World-Saving Mighty Pills."

Wang Dequan's lips twitched.

This name is a bit too straightforward.

Chu Chen then pointed to the old beggar whose leg had just been healed. "Grandpa, you don't need to beg anymore. Just stay at our doorstep. If anyone asks you how your leg got better, just tell them the truth."

He thought for a moment, then added, "I'll provide you with three meals a day, and every meal will have meat."

The old beggar was so moved that he knelt down again with a "plop." "Thank you, little Bodhisattva! Thank you, little Bodhisattva!"

After doing all this, Chu Chen strolled over to Manager Zhao as if he had just discovered her.

"Uncle Zhao, are you still lying down? The ground is cold."

Manager Zhao shuddered, scrambling to his feet, his face more ashen than if his father had died. "Young...young master...I was wrong, I was blind to your greatness, I..."

"No, wait." Chu Chen waved his hand, interrupting him.

"We business people believe that harmony brings wealth."

He took out the ledger filled with names from his pocket, opened it, and handed it to Manager Zhao.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't sell us medicinal herbs?"

"It's alright, we'll figure it out ourselves." Chu Chen pointed to the pot of black mud. "Look, that stuff was made from the dregs of the medicine you sold me."

Manager Zhao looked at the pot of food and felt his throat go dry.

Made from medicinal residue? Can it cure a cripple who's been lame for decades?

This is simply amazing!

"Starting tomorrow, you no longer need to sell any of the medicines from Huichuntang that treat headaches, fevers, or sprains."

Chu Chen pointed to the pot of black mud with his little finger, smiling innocently.

"Because this 'power pill' of mine, one pill is equivalent to ten plasters for you."

"As for the price, I'll only charge you one-tenth."

"Wouldn't what I'm doing constitute unfair competition?"

Manager Zhao's lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

This is more than just malicious competition; it's clearly cutting off their livelihood!

The next day, a long queue formed in front of Jishetang.

The queue stretched from one end of the street to the other, even more lively than a temple fair during Chinese New Year.

"Have you heard? Jishetang has released a miracle drug called something like 'Great Strength Pill,' one pill can cure Old Li's back pain that he's had for three years!"

"More than that! After just one pill, I could carry a sack up five flights of stairs without even breaking a sweat!"

On the counter of Jishetang, there were many black pills wrapped in oil paper. Next to them stood a wooden sign that read: Jishe Dali Pill, specially for treating all kinds of indigestion.

Huichun Hall.

Manager Zhao's eyes were bloodshot, and he paced back and forth in the empty lobby like a trapped beast.

The shop assistant rushed in with a long face. "Boss, another dozen or so regular customers have run off! They've all gone to Jishetang to line up for those 'powerful pills'!"

"Snapped!"

Manager Zhao slapped the shop assistant across the face. "Useless! All of you are useless!"

He watched the bustling scene across the street, his heart bleeding with jealousy.

one day!

Only one day!

His business at Huichuntang has plummeted by 90%!

If this continues, he'll be forced to close his shop and beg for food in less than three days!

"No! We can't just let this go!"

Manager Zhao's eyes were bloodshot. He slammed his hand on the table and, with several of his employees, stormed toward Jishetang.

"Lin Jianguo! Chu Chen! You two get out here!"

Manager Zhao's voice arrived before he did.

He stormed into Jishetang, pointed at Chu Chen, who was sitting on the counter, swinging his short legs and munching on a candied hawthorn, and started cursing.

"You little bastard! You're ruining everyone's livelihood! This is malicious competition!"

Chu Chen slowly finished eating the last hawthorn and casually tossed the bamboo skewer aside.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at Manager Zhao.

"Oh? You think I'm selling it too cheaply?"

He jumped down from the counter, walked to the door, and cleared his throat in front of the crowd queuing outside.

"Fellow villagers, please quiet down!"

The noisy crowd fell silent instantly, and everyone stared at the exquisitely beautiful little baby.

"This Manager Zhao from Huichuntang thinks that my medicine is too cheap, that it's malicious competition, and that it's disrupting the market."

Chu Chen spread his little hands, looking completely innocent.

"I've thought about it, and he's right."

"We cannot do such a thing that goes against our conscience."

Manager Zhao was taken aback, not yet understanding what he meant.

Chu Chen's voice once again resounded throughout the entire street.

"So, I've made up my mind!"

"From now on! Anyone carrying a Huichuntang membership card, a medical receipt, or even just a piece of paper used to wrap medicine, as long as it proves you are a customer of their clinic!"

"Come to my Jishetang clinic for treatment, and I'll charge you nothing!"

"Medicine is free!"

Chu Chen put his hands on his hips and announced in a childish voice, his little face showing a serious expression.

"Our Jishetang focuses on targeted poverty alleviation! We specifically help those who have been cheated by unscrupulous merchants!"

"boom!"

The crowd erupted!

"My God! Really? It's free?"

"I still have the plaster box I bought from Huichuntang last month! Does that count?"

"Yes! Everything counts!" Chu Chen's voice drowned out all the noise: "Anything that belongs to their family counts!"

"Manager Zhao, look, I'm not selling it this time, I'll just give it away for free. That shouldn't be considered unfair competition, right?"

Chu Chen turned around and smiled at Manager Zhao.

Manager Zhao stood there blankly.

He watched as the neighbors, who had been hesitant, now ran home like madmen.

"Quick! Go home and get your badge!"

"I still have the prescription from last year's doctor's visit!"

He watched as his customer base, which he had painstakingly cultivated for decades, was uprooted in the most cruel and shameless way by that little devil.

He also saw several customers who had just returned their medicine from Huichuntang cheering at the entrance of Jishetang, holding up the money in their hands.

He couldn't catch his breath.

Manager Zhao felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and a strange sound came out of his throat.

He fell straight backward.

"Oh dear! Manager Zhao has fainted from anger!"

"Quick! Quickly pinch his philtrum!"

The scene was chaotic.

Chu Chen didn't even glance at Manager Zhao, who was lying dead on the ground.

He waved to Wang Dequan beside him.

"Grandpa Wang."

"Young master, what are your orders?"

"Go buy firecrackers," Chu Chen ordered. "The loudest kind, hang them at our door."

Wang Dequan was stunned. "Young master, this...this isn't right, is it? Manager Zhao is still lying on the ground."

"What's wrong with it?"

Chu Chen said it as a matter of course.

"Manager Zhao was very kind to help promote our Jishetang, and now he's collapsed from exhaustion. Let's set off some firecrackers to cheer him up and wish him a speedy recovery. This is called reciprocity."

Wang Dequan was stunned.

Looking at Chu Chen's innocent little face, he felt a chill run down his spine.

This is hardly a blessing in disguise.

This is extremely damaging and incredibly insulting!

A few minutes later.

"Crackling and popping—!"

A string of ten thousand red shells exploded at the entrance of Jishetang.

The deafening sound of firecrackers was mixed with cheers and laughter from the neighbors.

Manager Zhao of Huichuntang lay unconscious in the center of the noise, like a dead dog abandoned by the roadside.