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

Lin Jianguo felt as if he had been struck by lightning. Standing in front of the mirror, his hands trembled like leaves, and he touched the newly grown black hair on his head again and again.

"Divine...divine intervention..." His lips trembled as he looked at his yawning grandson, his eyes filled with awe.

Wang Dequan and his servants knelt down on the ground with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly towards Lin Jianguo, or rather, towards Chu Chen.

"Congratulations, old man, on your rejuvenation!"

"The young master is a living Buddha! He's a literary star descended to earth!"

The entire backyard of Jishetang was in such a mess that it resembled a pot of boiling porridge.

"It's so noisy." Chu Chen rubbed his eyes, stood up from beside the cauldron leg, his little face full of sleepy grumpyness.

He walked up to Lin Jianguo and patted his stiff arm: "Grandpa, stand still and don't move around, or your hair will turn white again."

Lin Jianguo was startled and quickly stood back between the Nine Dragon Cauldron and the dry well, his back straight and his breathing even becoming soft.

The noise in the courtyard stopped abruptly.

Everyone held their breath, watching the grandfather and grandson, not daring to utter a sound.

Chu Chen nodded in satisfaction. Just as he was about to go back to sleep, he caught a glimpse of the gray pigeon on the roof of the west wing.

The pigeon was still perched there, motionless, its black bean-like eyes fixed on the Nine Dragon Cauldron in the center of the courtyard.

"Little brat, you're getting hooked on it?" Chu Chen muttered.

He turned his head and waved to Wang Dequan, who was still in a daze. "Grandpa Wang."

"Hey! Young master! What are your orders!" Wang Dequan scrambled over, his posture as respectful as if he were receiving an imperial edict.

"Go to the kitchen and cut me a piece of the freshest pork hind leg, the kind with a good balance of fat and lean meat, about the size of my palm," Chu Chen instructed.

Wang Dequan was taken aback, wondering if his young master was hungry. He didn't dare to ask any more questions and quickly ran to the kitchen.

Soon, a piece of raw meat wrapped in lotus leaves, still with traces of blood, was brought over.

Chu Chen took the meat, weighed it in his hand, and then took out the black wooden box from his pocket.

He picked up the thinnest Big Dipper needle and seemingly casually pricked the piece of raw meat.

No one saw that the moment the needle pierced the flesh, a faint, almost invisible stream of golden energy flowed along the needle and disappeared deep into the flesh.

"Alright." Chu Chen put the needle away, then picked up the piece of meat and walked to the eaves of the west wing.

He tilted his little face up, looked at the motionless pigeon on the roof, grinned, and revealed a set of small white teeth.

"Here you go, little one."

With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the piece of raw meat like a stone straight onto the roof, where it landed right in front of the pigeons.

The pigeon tilted its head, looked at the meat, then at Chu Chen below, and a hint of human-like wariness appeared in its eyes.

It didn't move.

"Not eating?" Chu Chen tilted his head. "Alright, then I'll add some ingredients for you."

As he spoke, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a colorful marble.

He aimed the marble at the piece of meat and flicked it with his finger.

"Whoosh—"

The marble whistled through the air and struck the piece of meat precisely.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

The piece of raw meat, which was originally unremarkable, suddenly emitted a rich aroma the moment it was hit by the marble, as if it had been roasting for three days and three nights.

The fragrance was so overpowering that it instantly overpowered all the other medicinal scents in the courtyard, and it wafted straight into people's noses.

The men kneeling on the ground swallowed hard, their stomachs growling loudly.

Even the pigeon on the roof couldn't hold on any longer.

Its pitiful intelligence crumbled instantly in the face of its most primal appetite.

It made two "cooing" sounds, and then, unable to resist any longer, it plunged its head into the meat and began to wolf it down.

In the blink of an eye, a piece of meat the size of a palm was swallowed into its stomach.

After finishing the meat, the pigeon preened its feathers contentedly, seemingly wanting to flap its wings and fly away.

But as soon as it flapped its wings, its body swayed as if it were drunk, and it fell headfirst off the roof.

With a "thud," it fell onto the bluestone slab in the courtyard.

Everyone was startled.

The gray pigeon fluttered on the ground, its feathers standing on end, and its body began to swell at a visible speed.

Its feathers, which were originally gray, have changed to a... multicolored hue.

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet, like neon lights, flashed incessantly on it.

"Coo! Coo coo coo!" the pigeon cried out in terror. It wanted to fly, but its wings wouldn't obey its commands.

It stood still, like a spinning top, and began to spin rapidly.

"Spinning, jumping, I close my eyes..." Chu Chen hummed a little tune indistinctly, a lollipop he had somehow pulled out of nowhere.

This bizarre and comical scene left everyone dumbfounded.

Lin Jianguo's eyelids twitched wildly. He stared at the pigeon spinning rapidly, its body shimmering with seven-colored light, and felt as if his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys were spinning along with it.

"Chen'er...this..."

"It's nothing, Grandpa." Chu Chen waved his hand. "I gave it a 'physical cheat code' to help it get stronger."

He walked up to the still-spinning pigeon top, squatted down, and poked it with his finger.

"Go back and tell your master that if he wants to see a play, he should buy a ticket, and he shouldn't try to peep."

Chu Chen's voice wasn't loud, but the spinning pigeon seemed to understand, and it spun even faster.

"The next time I see you, it won't be spinning and jumping anymore," Chu Chen grinned. "I'll send you straight to see the 'pioneer of singing and dancing'."

"Whoosh—"

As soon as the words were spoken, the colorful pigeon-shaped spinning top, like a cannonball launched into the sky, shot straight up with a trail of seven-colored flames and disappeared into the horizon in an instant.

The backyard was quiet again.

Only the lingering aroma of roasted meat and a hint of burnt feathers remained in the air.

Lin Jianguo's legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.

He leaned against the stone table beside him, panting heavily, and the look in his eyes as he looked at Chu Chen could no longer be described as mere awe.

Those were mortals looking up at the gods.

"Grandpa, why are you still standing? Sit down." Chu Chen tugged at Lin Jianguo's sleeve.

"I...I dare not..." Lin Jianguo's voice trembled.

"Sit down when I tell you to." Chu Chen pressed him down onto the stone bench. "This formation is alive now. You're the core of the formation, so whether you stand or sit, it doesn't matter; the spiritual energy won't escape."

Lin Jianguo then dared to sit down, but he only dared to touch the edge of the seat, while his body remained ramrod straight.

Chu Chen walked around the Nine Dragon Cauldron and the dry well, stroked his chin, and shook his head.

"It's still too slow."

He turned his head and looked at Lin Jianguo's head of black and white hair.

"Grandpa, this little bit of spiritual energy is only enough to dye your hair. If you want to save Mom, we need to do something big."

Upon hearing that it involved his daughter, Lin Jianguo immediately tensed up. "Chen'er, what do you think we should do?"

Chu Chen walked up to him and opened her small hands.

"money."

"How much do you want?" Lin Jianguo immediately got up to get the check.

"It's not about the amount," Chu Chen shook his head. "It's about turning the money into what we need."

He pulled a Parker gold pen and a small ledger from his pocket, the very same set used to record the evidence of Zhao Quan and others' crimes.

He lay on the stone table and began to write crookedly on the ledger with a gold pen that was completely out of proportion to his small hand.

He wrote and muttered to himself.

"Give me one hundred wild ginseng roots, aged a hundred years."

Lin Jianguo's eyelids twitched.

"Take as many thousand-year-old He Shou Wu roots as you can find."

Lin Jianguo's lips twitched.

"Warm jade, cold jade, blood jade, imperial green jade—I'll take them all, as long as they're a bit old."

Lin Jianguo felt his heart beating a little fast.

"And in the major temples and Taoist monasteries in the capital, all the incense burners and plaques that have been worshipped for hundreds of years, as long as they are made of wood, I will buy them all that I can."

Lin Jianguo clutched his chest.

After Chu Chen finished writing the last stroke, he blew on the ink and handed the account book to Lin Jianguo.

"Grandpa, buy according to this list."

Lin Jianguo took the ledger with trembling hands, but after only one glance, his vision went black.

The items listed here are so numerous that even if you emptied Jishetang, or sold the entire Lin family, you couldn't buy even a tenth of them!

"Grandpa, I know this is a bit difficult." Chu Chen patted the back of his hand, comforting him like a little adult.

"So, we need to change the way we play."

He pointed outside the door, in the direction of Baicao Street.

"Aren't there many shops on this street?"

Chu Chen grinned, revealing a set of small white teeth. In Lin Jianguo's eyes, that smile was even more frightening than the spinning pigeon from before.

"Grandpa, it's time to ask them to chip in for our share."