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

Lin Jianguo looked at the mess across the street, then at the long queue stretching to the end of the street in front of his own house, and his mind went blank.

He lived for over sixty years, practicing medicine and saving lives, emphasizing benevolence and skill, and believing that harmony brings wealth.

But what his grandson has done these past few days has anything to do with benevolence and kindness?

Every move is a calculated scheme, every strike is aimed at slicing someone's throat.

Chu Chen tugged at his sleeve, pulling him out of his chaotic thoughts.

"Grandpa, Grandma Wang's braised pork hock will get cold if we don't go soon."

Lin Jianguo looked down at his grandson's sugar-stained face, feeling both amused and exasperated.

He sighed and took Chu Chen's hand, leading him towards the backyard.

He seemed to understand the principles of the world less and less.

Just as the two reached the backyard, Wang Zhenhua arrived in a hurry with two police officers.

Wang Zhenhua wasn't wearing a police uniform; he was in civilian clothes, and his face showed signs of fatigue, but his eyes were bright.

"Mr. Lin, Mr. Chu," he greeted the two men first.

"Director Wang, thank you for your hard work," Lin Jianguo said politely.

Wang Zhenhua waved his hand, then turned his gaze to Chu Chen with obvious admiration.

"Mr. Chu, you are truly amazing."

"Following the clues provided by Lin Fu, we searched and raided the underground warehouse of Huichuntang in that abandoned kiln outside the city."

Wang Zhenhua couldn't help but click his tongue at this point.

"Dude, that's not a warehouse, it's a counterfeit drug den! They filled three huge trucks with fake pills made just from flour and paint!"

"There are also medicinal wines made by diluting industrial alcohol with water, and inferior medicinal herbs that have been fumigated with sulfur, piled up as high as mountains."

He pulled a dog-eared ledger out of his pocket.

"This is a secret ledger found under Zhao Quan's bed. It records the people he has harmed over the years by selling fake medicine. There are more than twenty people with names and surnames on it."

"Zhao Quan deserves to be executed ten times over!"

Lin Jianguo was furious upon hearing this, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"A disgrace to the medical profession! He deserves to die!"

Chu Chen didn't react much; he was standing on tiptoe, trying to reach the plate of freshly cooked braised pork knuckle on the table.

Wang Zhenhua's tense face relaxed when he saw the little glutton's expression.

He cleared his throat and continued, "Zhao Quan and all the employees of Huichuntang involved have been taken into custody."

Chu Chen finally grabbed a piece of pork knuckle, took a big bite, and his mouth was full of oil.

He asked vaguely, "Where is that Manager Zhao now?"

"They're at the bureau, being interrogated right now," Wang Zhenhua replied.

After finishing the meat, Chu Chen threw the bone aside and licked his fingers.

"Uncle Wang, can I go see him?"

"I want to see what bad guys actually look like."

He tilted his little face up, his eyes wide open, full of curiosity.

Lin Jianguo immediately became anxious upon hearing this. "Chen'er, this is nonsense! What kind of place is that? Children shouldn't go there!"

"Mr. Lin, it's alright," Wang Zhenhua immediately replied.

"Let Mr. Chu go and see for himself, so that he can learn a lesson and know how dangerous the world is."

He knew in his heart that this little darling was no ordinary child; even Chief Zhou had to address him respectfully as "Sir".

Who dares to stop him from going wherever he wants?

Half an hour later, at the Chengxi Branch of the Public Security Bureau, in an empty interrogation room.

Zhao Quan was handcuffed to a chair, his hair disheveled, his face covered in blood, and his silk robe torn into strips.

His eyes were vacant as he stared at the ground, like a puppet whose soul had been taken away.

The door opened.

Zhao Quan looked up and saw Wang Zhenhua leading a beautifully sculpted little child into the room.

It was Chu Chen.

Chu Chen was still holding a lollipop in his hand, licking it in circles.

Upon seeing Chu Chen, a venomous flame instantly ignited in Zhao Quan's eyes.

It's that little beast!

If it weren't for him, I'd still be counting money at Huichuntang right now!

"What are you doing here? To laugh at me?" Zhao Quan's voice was hoarse, like a broken gong.

"yes."

Chu Chen answered crisply and decisively. He moved a small stool, sat down in front of Zhao Quan, and swung his two short legs.

"Manager Zhao, you didn't expect this, did you?"

Zhao Quan was so taken aback by Chu Chen's internet meme that he almost choked on his breath. He stared intently at Chu Chen.

"Don't get cocky! I was just careless for a moment! I'm not happy about losing to a brat like you!"

"You disagree?" Chu Chen stopped licking the candy and tilted his head.

"Fine, then I'll let you die knowing why."

He put the lollipop in his mouth, counted on his chubby fingers, and started doing the math.

"First, Lin Fu is your man, and he is also mine."

Zhao Quan's eyes widened suddenly.

"You thought the alchemy room really exploded? You thought I was really seriously injured in the explosion?"

"Let me tell you the truth."

Chu Chen chuckled and said, "That was all an act I made him put on for you. The smell on your chest was the body-tempering liquid I gave him; it's invigorating, but it smells a bit awful."

Zhao Quan's breathing became rapid.

"Secondly, do you think I spent a fortune collecting medicinal residue just to blow myself up?"

"I was refining pills. I used the garbage you all discarded to create a miraculous medicine that could cure a cripple."

"Your magic oil made of lard and chili powder is nothing compared to my miracle pill."

Zhao Quan's face went from flushed to deathly pale.

"Third, how do you think the police knew about your messy affairs?"

Chu Chen pointed to the door. "It's still Lin Fu. He recorded every single thing you conspired with him. He also found that black ledger you hid under the bed."

"What is this called? This is called learning from the barbarians' superior techniques to control the barbarians."

Zhao Quan began to tremble, not from anger, but from fear.

Looking at the child licking a lollipop in front of him, he felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

The steps were interconnected, and the strategy was meticulous and deliberate.

From beginning to end, I felt like a stupid insect caught in a spider web, every struggle I made was calculated by the other party.

This child doesn't look like a five-year-old!

This is clearly an ancient monster that has lived for thousands of years!

"Why..." Zhao Quan's voice trembled uncontrollably, "I have no grudge against you, why are you doing this to me..."

"You're stealing my grandfather's business, and you even tried to kill me with gunpowder."

Chu Chen's smile vanished, and his clear black and white eyes were devoid of any warmth.

"I'd like to ask you, who gave you the audacity?"

Zhao Quan completely broke down.

His lips trembled as he tried to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word. Finally, he let out a loud "Aow!" and howled like a wild beast.

Chu Chen didn't even glance at him again, jumped off the stool, and grabbed Wang Zhenhua's clothes.

"Uncle Wang, I've finished looking at the bad guy, he's so ugly."

"Let's go, I'm hungry."

As Wang Zhenhua stepped out of the interrogation room, the way he looked at Chu Chen had completely changed.

It was a complex emotion mixed with awe, fear, and a touch of fanaticism.

On the way back to Jishetang, Chu Chen sat in the back seat of the Volga sedan, watching the street scene rushing past the window.

He suddenly spoke up: "Uncle Wang, that scoundrel's shop has a great location."

Wang Zhenhua, who was driving, trembled and almost drove the car onto the curb.

"If Mr. Chu likes it..." he asked tentatively.

"I wouldn't say I like it, but I just feel it's a shame to leave it empty," Chu Chen said in a mature and sophisticated manner.

"Didn't he make a lot of dirty money selling fake medicine? After the fine is confiscated, that shop can be used to pay off his debts."

"I think one yuan is about right."

"puff--"

Lin Jianguo, who was sitting in the passenger seat, sprayed the tea he had just taken a sip onto the windshield.

One dollar?

Acquire a three-story street-front shop in a prime location within Beijing's Second Ring Road?

This is not an acquisition; it's a snatching of food from a tiger's mouth, leaving the other party with no way out.

Wang Zhenhua didn't hesitate for a moment; he nodded immediately.

"I understand! I'll get back and take care of it right away! I guarantee I'll handle it perfectly!"

Lin Jianguo stared blankly at his grandson's profile.

He recalled how he had worked diligently for decades, accumulating wealth bit by bit, to build Jishetang into the scale it is today.

But his grandson was only ten days old.

Without firing a single shot, and with a few words, they wiped out the second largest pharmacy in the capital, and even took down its headquarters.

Lin Jianguo suddenly felt that he had wasted most of his life.

"Chen'er..." His voice was hoarse, "Tell your grandfather the truth, where... did you learn all this?"

Chu Chen turned around, looked at Lin Jianguo, and had an innocent smile on his face.

"Grandpa, don't think about it so much."

He patted Lin Jianguo's knee, comforting him like a little adult.

"Hold on tight."

"I'll take you flying."