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

Commander Zhou put the cloth shoes back on his feet by hand, his movements a little clumsy.

He looked at his grandson, who was being held down on the ground by two guards, his face covered in tears and snot running down his nose, and felt a mix of emotions.

Lin Jianguo stood to one side, his legs still cramping. He looked at Chief Zhou and then at Chu Chen, who was sitting on a small stool, slowly licking a lollipop. His mind was completely a mess.

What happened today was more bizarre than all the difficult and complicated cases he had seen in his sixty years of medical practice combined.

Commander Zhou straightened his collar, walked up to Lin Jianguo, and forced a smile.

"Brother Lin, I'm entrusting my grandson to you from now on."

Lin Jianguo opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Please?

This is like stuffing a living ancestor into his house.

Chief Zhou then turned to Chu Chen, his attitude so respectful it was unlike that of an elder.

"Little miracle doctor, this wretched child is in your hands now. Whether you beat him or scold him, as long as you can teach him a lesson and save his life, that's fine."

Chu Chen licked the lollipop and jumped off the stool.

"Don't worry, Grandpa Zhou, I may not have much else here, but I do have a lot of rules."

He patted his chest, looking very serious.

"I guarantee that within three months, I will return to you an outstanding young person who embodies the Five Stresses, Four Beauties, and Three Loves."

Chief Zhou's lips twitched.

He didn't understand what "Five Stresses and Four Beauties" meant, but seeing Chu Chen's mature demeanor, he inexplicably believed it.

After seeing off Chief Zhou, the courtyard of Jishetang finally quieted down.

Wang Dequan directed his men to tidy up the messy yard, his eyes filled with awe as he looked at the woodshed in the backyard.

Lin Jianguo was about to pull Chu Chen aside and ask him something.

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

There was another commotion at the main entrance.

The group of young men in floral shirts who had just run away returned.

This time, they were no longer followed by petty thugs, but by several distinguished middle-aged men and women.

They were all dressed in suits or fine woolen coats, their faces radiating undisguised arrogance.

"This is it! Dad! It's that little liar who detained Brother Tian!"

A young man pointed to the yard and complained to a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses next to him.

"Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!"

A woman wearing a mink coat, with permed, wavy hair, raised eyebrows, and a shrill voice.

"What era are we living in? How dare you forcibly detain people? Where's Lin Jianguo? Tell him to get out here and give me an explanation!"

This group of people were the parents of those children from the compound.

As soon as they arrived, they treated Jishetang like their own backyard, running amok.

Lin Jianguo turned pale with anger and was about to step forward to argue.

Chu Chen grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"Grandpa, don't be angry, it's not worth arguing with them."

Chu Chen took out another lollipop from his pocket, tore off the wrapper, and put it in his mouth.

He strolled up to the woman in the mink coat who was shouting the loudest and tilted his head up.

"Auntie, were you looking for me?"

The woman looked down at the exquisitely beautiful little baby and paused for a moment.

"So you're that little charlatan? Where's Zhou Tian? Where did you hide him?"

"Zhou Tian is undergoing labor reform in the backyard."

Chu Chen said vaguely.

"Auntie, don't get angry all the time, getting angry can cause wrinkles."

He circled the woman twice, sniffing her nose intently.

Have you been having trouble sleeping at night lately, tossing and turning, and experiencing occasional heart palpitations?

The woman frowned, but before she could speak...

Chu Chen then looked at her son behind her, the young man who had complained.

"Hey buddy, didn't you sleep well last night?"

The young man puffed out his chest: "I'm sleeping soundly! Don't try to scare me!"

"Oh?"

Chu Chen tilted his head, looking completely innocent.

"So why did you sneak out of bed in the middle of the night, go to the kitchen, and drink half of the bottle of Moutai your dad hid on top of the cupboard, diluted with water?"

"Are you feeling guilty and unable to sleep?"

"you!"

The young man's face instantly turned a deep liver color, his eyes darting away, unable to look at his mother.

The woman in the mink coat's expression changed as well; she stared intently at her son, her eyes sharpening.

Chu Chen ignored the undercurrents between the mother and son.

He then turned to another middle-aged man wearing a Zhongshan suit with a serious expression.

"Sir, you're in charge of the files, right?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback, then nodded subconsciously.

"Uncle, is the archives room very damp? Your legs must feel sore and numb, like they're being pricked with needles, on rainy days, right?"

Chu Chen pointed to his knee.

"What's wrong with you isn't a big deal, but your son's situation is quite serious."

Chu Chen's gaze fell on a tall, thin young man behind the middle-aged man.

The young man felt a chill run down his spine when Chu Chen looked at him.

"Why...why are you looking at me like that! I'm not sick!"

"You're not sick."

Chu Chen shook his head, sighed, and said in a pitying tone.

"You're just destined to lack... never mind, I can't say that."

He then changed the subject.

"Have you been losing things a lot lately? Your allowance just disappeared in the blink of an eye? That new watch you asked someone to bring back from the south last month, you wore it for less than two days, and it's gone too?"

The tall, thin young man was deathly pale, his lips trembling as he couldn't speak.

"You didn't lose it."

Chu Chen said slowly.

"You took it to exchange for candy."

He pointed to a chubby boy with shifty eyes next to the young man.

"It was given to him, wasn't it?"

"The chubby kid used all that money to buy game cartridges. There are still more than a dozen of them hidden in that metal box under his bed."

boom!

The young men from the compound were all dumbfounded.

They looked at Chu Chen as if he were a demon crawling out of hell.

The arrogance and anger on the parents' faces had long since vanished, replaced by deep fear and shock.

These are their children's most private secrets, some of which even they themselves don't know.

How did this five-year-old know that?

"This...this isn't a child, this is a living Yama!"

In the crowd, someone stammered out this sentence.

"A miracle doctor! A little miracle doctor!"

The first to react was the middle-aged man in the Zhongshan suit.

He rushed forward and grabbed Chu Chen's hand, his face filled with anxiety and lingering fear.

"Please, little miracle doctor, take a look at my little rascal! Has he... has he come into contact with something unclean?"

"Yes, yes, yes! And this one in my house too! Little miracle doctor, please take a look!"

The woman in the mink coat squeezed in, her face plastered with a fawning smile, a stark contrast to her earlier demeanor.

In an instant, Chu Chen was surrounded by people.

These once arrogant and domineering dignitaries now looked just like ordinary people seeking medical treatment, their faces filled with humility and pleading.

"Want to see a doctor?"

Chu Chen licked the lollipop and stuffed the sticky wrapper back into his pocket.

"sure."

He pointed to the registration window in the lobby.

"Go over there to queue up and register."

He cleared his throat and imitated an adult's tone.

"I hereby declare that from today onwards, Jishetang will be the ideological imprint of you delinquent youths... oh no, I mean the designated reform hospital."

"From now on, you'll have to come to me once a week for me to personally examine your bodies and purify your souls."

He paused, then added.

"Registration fee, doubled."

The parents showed no displeasure whatsoever; on the contrary, they all bowed and scraped, expressing their gratitude.

"Of course! Of course!"

"Thank you so much, little miracle doctor!"

A crisis was thus resolved without a trace.

Lin Jianguo stood under the corridor, watching the group of men and women who had been so arrogant just moments before now obediently queuing at the window. He felt that his worldview had been refreshed once again.

What kind of monster is his grandson?

Chu Chen dismissed the group and yawned.

He walked over to Lin Jianguo and tugged at his sleeve.

"Grandpa, I'm sleepy, I'm going back to take a nap."

After saying that, he took his short legs and slowly walked towards the west wing.

His shadow stretched long in the afternoon sunlight.

Back in the west wing, Chu Chen closed the door, and the whole world fell silent.

He walked to the window and looked at the abandoned, dry well in the yard.

The chilling aura emanating from the well was considered evil by others, but to him it was a rare tonic.

He sat cross-legged on the soft couch by the window and placed the calming jade he had "taken" from Chief Zhou between his eyebrows.

A gentle, nourishing spiritual energy slowly flowed into his parched soul.

Then, he took out the wooden box containing nine black needles from his pocket.

He opened the box, and inside lay nine rusty "Big Dipper Needles".

Chu Chen stretched out his small hand and picked up the longest black needle from the box.

His eyes changed instantly.

No longer the innocence of a five-year-old child, but the profound and weathered wisdom belonging to the ancient god of medicine.

He looked at the dry well outside the window and smiled.

"It's time to start working on the Spirit Gathering Array."