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

In the courtyard, the smell of blood mingled with the scent of sandalwood, creating an indescribably eerie atmosphere.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines as they looked at the old man in black being dragged to the backyard by Zhou Tian like a dead dog, and then at the child standing in the middle of the yard, still chewing on a milk candy.

Chu Chen licked the sugar stains off his lips, glanced at everyone, and looked at them like he was looking at a flock of frightened quails.

He climbed back onto the bar stool, picked up the celadon teacup on the table, and slammed it down on the table again.

"Alright, the flies are gone."

She smiled sweetly.

"Let's continue."

Chu Chen's gaze fell on the middle-aged man in military uniform who was still kneeling on the ground.

"Second item, the Rejuvenation Pill, anyone else interested?"

All eyes immediately focused on the middle-aged man and the old general in his wheelchair.

The middle-aged man's face turned deathly pale. He glanced at Chu Chen, who was smiling on the stage, and then at the black blood of the old man in black on the ground. His mind was in complete chaos.

The words of the old man in black still echoed in his ears.

"Within three days, it will surely run out of fuel and the lamp will burn out..."

Is this elixir a life-saving elixir, or a deadly poison?

"Little...little miracle doctor..." the middle-aged man's voice trembled, "My father..."

Chu Chen pursed his lips, looking impatient.

"Take it or leave it. Don't waste my time. Next."

"I want!"

A faint but powerful voice came from the wheelchair.

Everyone looked closely and saw that the one speaking was the old general who had been breathing heavily with his eyes closed!

The old general had opened his eyes at some point.

His eyes were cloudy, yet they revealed a soldier's unique resolve.

"Help me up!" the old general growled at his son.

The middle-aged man was stunned.

"Dad, you..."

"I'm not dead yet! Rather than lying here rotting like a dog, I'd rather live like a human being for three days straight!" The old general's chest heaved violently. "Give me the elixir!"

The middle-aged man's eyes reddened, he gritted his teeth, and kowtowed heavily to Chu Chen.

"Please, little miracle doctor, grant me medicine!"

Chu Chen casually flicked the dark, unappealing pill over.

"then."

The middle-aged man hurriedly caught it and carefully fed it into the old general's mouth.

The pills melt in your mouth.

No one dared to utter a sound.

In his wheelchair, the old general's cheeks visibly changed from sallow to rosy.

"Cough...cough cough cough!"

He suddenly arched his back and coughed violently, spitting a mouthful of foul-smelling, black, bloody sputum onto the ground.

After he finished spraying, he let out a long sigh of relief, a breath that was long and drawn out, not at all like that of a dying man.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, he ripped off the tubes connecting him to various instruments, braced himself on the armrests of his wheelchair, and, trembling, actually stood up from the wheelchair.

He looked around, his eyes clearing from cloudiness, and finally focusing on his son.

"What are you crying about! I'm perfectly fine!"

The old general cursed, then stretched out his withered fist and slowly threw a set of punches into the air.

Every move he made was powerful and dynamic.

"Oh my god..."

"He's alive! He's really alive!"

"This person doesn't look like they're about to die; they're more energetic than me!"

The courtyard was in complete chaos.

If Qian Bancheng was cured, it could be a coincidence.

Now, a general who is about to die suddenly comes back to life and performs military boxing. This is not a miracle, it's a myth!

Chu Chen looked at the excited crowd below and nodded in satisfaction.

He waved to Wang Dequan beside him.

"Grandpa Wang, bring out the biggest water vat from our backyard."

Wang Dequan was taken aback, but he immediately called his staff over.

Soon, a large blue stone water vat, big enough to hold two or three people, was carried to the center of the courtyard by four workers with heavy heels.

Chu Chen then had several buckets of clean water brought over, and then took out the small bottle containing the body-tempering fluid from his pocket, symbolically dripping two drops onto the water tank.

He picked up a large wooden spoon and stirred it, and a refreshing medicinal fragrance instantly filled the air.

The guests in the courtyard were dumbfounded, wondering what this little miracle doctor was up to this time.

Chu Chen cleared his throat.

"Ladies and gentlemen, that concludes today's auction of the major items."

"However, seeing how enthusiastic everyone is, and considering you've come all this way, we can't let you go back empty-handed."

He tapped the edge of the water vat with a wooden spoon, making a "clanging" sound.

"What's in this tank is my newly developed 'Youthful Longevity Water'. As for its effects, it's not as good as the one that was just auctioned off, but one sip will make your legs feel nimble and help you sleep soundly at night."

He looked down at the group of people with green eyes with a smile.

"Today, everyone who sees this vat of water will have a share."

"We won't auction it off, and we don't want your treasures."

"If you have any trinkets on you that I find interesting, show them to me. If I'm in a good mood, I'll give you a spoonful."

After these words were spoken, the entire room fell silent for a second.

Then, it completely spiraled out of control.

"Little miracle doctor! Look at me! Look at me!"

A dignified and proper lady dressed in a cheongsam was the first to rush forward.

Without a second thought, she ripped off a pair of pearl earrings the size of pigeon eggs from her ears and held them high.

"Little miracle doctor, the century-old pearl of the East Sea! Change a spoonful of water!"

Chu Chen glanced at it.

"The quality is so-so, barely passable. Grandpa Wang, give her half a spoonful."

Wang Dequan scooped up half a spoonful of emerald green water and handed it to the noblewoman.

The lady took it and drank it all in one gulp without a second thought.

The next second, she touched her face in surprise.

"Oh my god! My skin! It's so smooth! It's really smooth!"

That sound was like igniting a powder keg.

"Get out of my way!"

"Little miracle doctor, I have a jade pendant from a previous dynasty!"

"Get out! I have my great-grandmother's dowry here—a complete set of crimson gold headdress!"

The gentlemen and celebrities who are usually dressed in suits and ties and are usually so refined and elegant, have completely torn off their disguises at this moment.

They pushed forward like madmen, holding up all sorts of treasures.

An elderly professor with gray hair was jostled around by the crowd. In his haste, he simply ripped off the antique Patek Philippe watch from his wrist.

"Little miracle doctor! This watch of mine! I want a spoonful more! No! Half a spoonful will do!"

"I! I have a painting by Tang Bohu!"

"What good is a painting! Little miracle doctor, this gold hairpin of mine was used by Empress Dowager Cixi!"

The scene was completely chaotic, turning into a large, high-end, and surreal farmers' market.

Lin Jianguo stood in front of the hall, looking at the mountain of treasures in the courtyard, and at the group of powerful and wealthy people who would do anything for a spoonful of water. He felt that the worldview he had built up over his whole life was collapsing inch by inch.

He clutched his chest, feeling a little short of breath.

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

Chu Chen had already sat back in his armchair and was leisurely drinking tea.

He put down his teacup, walked over to Lin Jianguo, and patted him on the back like an adult.

"Grandpa, calm down, calm down."

"It's a small matter, everyone sit down, it's basic procedure."

Lin Jianguo listened, completely stunned.

"What's going on?"

"Grandpa, let me tell you, you need to broaden your horizons." Chu Chen said with his hands behind his back, looking like a little adult. "What we have right now is just a small goal for us."

Lin Jianguo was completely bewildered.

A tank of water turned into a house full of gold and silver – and that's just a small goal.

What kind of big goal is that?

The frenzied looting in the courtyard lasted for a full hour.

The crowd gradually calmed down only after the water in the tank had run out.

Those who managed to grab the water were beaming, looking as if they had become ten years younger.

Those who missed out were filled with regret, lamenting that they hadn't brought all their most treasured possessions from home.

Chu Chen stepped onto the platform once more.

"Alright, that concludes today's gathering."

Looking at the crowd below, still eager for more, he dropped another bombshell.

"However, since everyone has been so kind to me, I have something to announce."

"From now on, on the first and fifteenth of each month, our Jishetang will hold a 'divine ritual'."

"The rules remain the same. Bring your valuables; whether you can exchange them for a chance to become an immortal depends entirely on my mood."

"boom--"

The crowd erupted in cheers once again!

This isn't a longevity banquet, it's a wishing well that's open periodically!

After seeing off the last group of guests, the doors of Jishetang creaked shut, shutting out the noise from outside.

Looking at the mess in the yard and the various treasures and medicinal herbs piled up in the corner, almost forming a small mountain, Lin Jianguo's legs went weak and he plopped down on the threshold.

He felt like he was dreaming.

Chu Chen strolled over to him and tugged at his sleeve.

"Grandpa, don't sit on the ground, it's cold."

Lin Jianguo looked up at his five-year-old grandson, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Chu Chen yawned and stretched out his two little arms.

"Grandpa, I'm tired. Carry me back to my room to sleep."

Lin Jianguo instinctively stood up and carried him on his back.

Nestled against his grandfather's warm back, Chu Chen leaned close to his ear and whispered in a childish voice.

"Grandpa, let's not sleep."

"Let's go check out these new toys and see which one is the most fun."