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

The situation was completely out of control.

Qian Bancheng's shout of "Four-Sheep Square Zun" was like pouring a bucket of cold water into boiling oil, instantly causing an uproar.

"You, surnamed Qian! Are you crazy! That's a national treasure!"

"You'd even dig up your ancestral graves for a mere sip of water?"

"I'll offer a complete set of Western Zhou Dynasty chime bells!" The tall, thin old man, a renowned antique expert, was so anxious his face turned red. "I'll offer chime bells!"

Just as everyone was fighting tooth and nail for the first cup of "elixir of immortality," a loud and vulgar voice boomed like thunder throughout the entire venue.

"Shut the fuck up, all of you!"

The crowd was pushed aside by a brute force, and a fat man wearing a floral shirt and a large gold chain around his neck squeezed in, surrounded by a group of people in black suits.

Behind him, two bodyguards carried an open leather suitcase containing neatly stacked, brand-new banknotes.

The fat man pointed at Chu Chen on the platform and yelled at the top of his lungs, "Stop spouting that crap! I'll offer a million! A million in cash! For that cup of water of yours!"

The entire courtyard fell silent instantly.

Everyone stared at the coal mine owner as if he were a fool.

The scene of the Zhang family being stabbed away while delivering gold bars is still vivid in my mind.

Does this person lack eyes or brains?

Chu Chen stopped eating his apple on the high stool.

He tilted his head, looked at the coal mine owner, then at the box of colorful banknotes, and gave him a look as if he were looking at a fool.

Lin Jianguo was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet. This was a million dollars!

Chu Chen didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, and gave Zhou Tianshi, who was secretly peeking out from the corner, a wink.

"Silly Husky"

Zhou Tian jumped in surprise and scrambled over. "Little...little miracle doctor, what are your orders?"

Chu Chen pointed at the coal mine owner with the half-eaten apple.

"There's a fly buzzing around, it's disturbing my apple eating."

He said lazily, "Throw him, and all his colorful scraps of paper, out of here."

Zhou Tian understood instantly.

He now internalizes Chu Chen's commands like muscle memory.

Before the coal mine owner could react, Zhou Tian rushed forward and, to the man's astonishment, grabbed his gold chain.

"You fucking bastard..."

Before the coal mine owner could finish speaking, Zhou Tian picked him up like a chick.

Just as the other bodyguard was about to make a move, two uniformed soldiers next to him pressed the dark muzzles of their guns against his forehead, and he instantly raised his hands in surrender.

Zhou Tian carried the coal boss, weighing over 180 jin (approximately 90 kg), to the entrance of Jishetang and swung his arm.

"ah--"

The coal mine owner, along with his box of banknotes, was thrown onto the street.

Banknotes flew everywhere, like an absurd rain.

Zhou Tian clapped his hands and walked back to Chu Chen's side, like a big dog begging for a reward.

Chu Chen didn't even look at him, but slowly said something to the dumbfounded dignitaries outside the door.

"Here, money is the least valuable thing."

After saying that, he continued to crunch on the apple.

This statement is even more impactful than throwing away a million dollars earlier.

They regard money as dirt!

This is truly divine skill!

This is absolutely high-class!

In the courtyard, Qian Bancheng was the first to react, and he bowed deeply to Chu Chen on the high platform.

"The little divine doctor is right! It is we mortals who have tainted the destiny of immortals!"

He turned around and bowed to the crowd who had just been arguing with him until their faces turned red.

"I, Qian, am determined to have this first cup of the Elixir of Immortality! Nobody can take it from me!"

"You're talking nonsense, you surnamed Qian! So what if it's the Four-Sheep Bronze Zun? My set of chime bells isn't bad either!"

"Stop arguing!" Chu Chen threw the apple core into the trash can next to him and tapped the table impatiently.

"The first cup is for that guy surnamed Qian. Bring your broken copperware in exchange."

Qian Bancheng was so excited that he trembled with emotion. He thanked him repeatedly and immediately sent someone home to retrieve it.

Chu Chen then had the waiter bring over another tray.

This time, there was only a small porcelain bottle on the tray, containing a dark, somewhat dirty-looking pill the size of a longan.

"The second item," Chu Chen pointed to the pill, "The Rejuvenation Pill."

"As for its effects, as long as you have a breath left, you can get out of bed and practice two sets of military boxing after taking it."

Everyone looked at the unremarkable-looking pill with some skepticism.

Just then, a middle-aged man in military uniform pushed a wheelchair up.

In a wheelchair sat an old general, nearing the end of his life, with tubes inserted into his body, his eyesight failing.

"Little miracle doctor!" The middle-aged man's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse. "My father rendered countless services to the country, but now..."

He knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"I'd give all my military merits for this Rejuvenation Pill! Please, little miracle doctor, save my father's life!"

"Military merits?" Chu Chen curled his lip. "Can you eat or drink that stuff?"

He seemed to suddenly remember something, and his gaze swept over the middle-aged man's waist.

"That broken jade on you looks alright."

The middle-aged man was taken aback, and quickly took out a piece of ancient jade tied with a red string from his pocket.

The jade was entirely blood red, as if it were soaked in blood, and it also emitted a faint warmth.

"This was passed down from my grandfather; he said he found it on an ancient battlefield..."

"Alright, that's it." Chu Chen waved his hand impatiently. "Here's the pill, but you can keep the jade."

The middle-aged man gratefully accepted the pills and carefully fed them into the old general's mouth.

Everyone held their breath.

The pills melt in your mouth.

one second.

two seconds.

The old general in the wheelchair, who had been lifeless, suddenly had an unnatural flush on his sallow cheeks.

His chest began to heave violently.

"Cough...cough cough!"

The old general coughed violently and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, he pulled out the tubes from his body and, shakily, stood up from his wheelchair.

He looked around, his eyes clearing from their cloudiness.

He stretched out his withered fist and slowly threw a set of punches into the air.

Although the movements were slow, each move was powerful and dynamic.

This is no longer someone who is about to die!

He looks more energetic than half the young people present!

"A miracle! Another miracle!"

The crowd erupted in cheers.

If curing Qian Bancheng was a coincidence, then the fact that a person who was about to die has now come back to life is beyond everyone's comprehension!

Just as the entire venue was caught up in a frenzy, a strange, sarcastic voice drifted from a corner of the crowd.

"Heh, little brat, you've got some pretty good tricks up your sleeve."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the unremarkable old man in black had somehow walked to the center of the courtyard.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his hawk-like eyes fixed on Chu Chen on the stage.

"However, isn't this pill of yours a potent and dangerous drug that overdraws one's life potential?"

"Forcibly stimulating one's qi and blood may make one appear vigorous and energetic, but in reality, within three days, one will inevitably be exhausted and die a more miserable death."

These words caused an uproar in the room.

The middle-aged man's expression changed drastically as he looked nervously at his father.

The old general seemed not to hear, and continued punching with great vigor.

All eyes were focused on Chu Chen and the old man in black.

This guy's come to challenge us!

Lin Jianguo's heart jumped into his throat.

Chu Chen smiled.

He sat on a high stool, swinging his short legs, looking down at the old man in black with the same gaze he would give a mouse that had jumped onto the dining table, oblivious to its fate.

He picked up a cup of tea next to him, blew on it to cool it down, and slowly took a sip.

Then, in the deathly silence of the entire room, he spoke in a childish voice.

"Old man."

Chu Chen put down his teacup and looked at him with a smile.

"The pigeons you keep taste pretty good."

"What's wrong?"

"You want to join us at the table too?"