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

After seeing off Chief Zhou, Lin Jianguo felt like he was dreaming.

He returned to the backyard in a daze, looked at the dry well that had been charred black by the eerie fire, and then at Zhou Tian, ​​who was huffing and puffing as he chopped wood in the woodshed in the distance. He pinched his thigh hard.

"Ouch—it hurts!"

Not a dream.

Lin Jianguo grinned and limped into the main hall.

Chu Chen was lying on the table, with a Go board in front of him, playing a game against himself with great enjoyment.

"Grandpa, is there any braised pork left in the kitchen?"

Chu Chen didn't even look up, picked up a black piece and slammed it onto the chessboard.

Lin Jianguo rubbed his thigh, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Yes, it's still warm in the pot. I'll go get it for you right away."

This little devil, even if the sky falls, it won't stop him from eating.

Just as I turned around, a commotion arose at the door.

"Stop! This is private property, you can't just trespass!"

It was Wang Dequan's voice, tinged with urgency and panic.

Immediately following were the muffled groans of the two guards.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two figures flew in backwards and crashed heavily onto the threshold of the main hall. They were Li Weiguo's two subordinates who were guarding the door.

Blood trickled from their mouths as they struggled to get up, but they couldn't move at all.

"Noisy."

A cold voice came from outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, five or six people dressed in black robes, their attire neither ancient nor modern, swaggered in.

The leader was an old man with a goatee, a hooked nose, triangular eyes, and a sinister gaze that swept over everyone in the room.

His gaze swept over Lin Jianguo and finally landed on the child who was hunched over the table, intently studying the chessboard.

"The Lin family? Jishetang?"

The goatee-bearded old man sneered, his tone full of disdain.

"Who refined that precious elixir?"

When Lin Jianguo saw his grandson being stared at like that, a surge of anger rushed to his head.

He stepped forward, shielding Chu Chen behind him.

"Who are you people? You broke into a private residence without cause and injured a soldier. Do you have no respect for the law?!"

"The law?"

The goatee-wearing old man seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! On this land, the words of my Xuanyao Valley are the law!"

A young man behind him stepped forward and said proudly.

"We are from the Mystic Medicine Valley! You mere mortals, why don't you kneel before our elders!"

Mysterious Medicine Valley?

Lin Jianguo's heart sank.

Having lived in the capital for a long time, he had heard of these reclusive sects to some extent.

These people are said to possess extraordinary skills, capable of scaling walls and leaping across rooftops, killing without a trace, and never taking worldly rules seriously.

Unexpectedly, the commotion last night attracted these scoundrels.

"Hand over the pills and the formulas."

The goatee elder stopped talking nonsense and stared greedily at Chu Chen.

"I can spare your corpses in consideration of your ignorance."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Chief Zhou returned.

The old leader had just reached the door when he saw the two guards lying on the ground and the arrogant man in black robes inside the hall, and his face instantly darkened.

"What arrogance!"

Li Weiguo followed closely behind. Seeing his men being beaten, he immediately drew his pistol from his waist.

"Don't move! Hands up!"

When the goatee elder saw the gun, he merely curled his lip in disdain.

"You mere mortal iron dares to be so insolent before me?"

He didn't even glance at Li Weiguo, casually flicking his long sleeves.

"Bang!"

An invisible gust of wind swept by, and Li Weiguo felt a numbness in his wrist. The pistol flew out of his hand and fell to the ground with a clatter.

He was pushed backward by a tremendous force until he was supported by Chief Zhou and regained his balance.

"Martial Arts Grandmaster!"

Chief Zhou's expression was solemn as he shielded Li Weiguo behind him.

"Which elder of the Mysterious Medicine Valley are you? What brings you to my Jishe Hall?"

"Oh? You old man, you do have some discernment."

Elder Goatbeard then looked at Chief Zhou properly, and then shook his head.

"Unfortunately, his vital energy and blood are depleted; he's just an ordinary mortal."

"We have come to retrieve the sacred object on the orders of the Valley Master. Those who know what's good for them will get out of the way and avoid a pointless death."

He pointed at Chu Chen, his attitude extremely arrogant.

"You lowly ants, do you even deserve such a divine medicine? Hand it over, and I'll spare your lives!"

Chief Zhou was so angry that he trembled all over.

He's spent his whole life on the battlefield; when has he ever been treated like this?

Just as he was about to lash out, a small hand tugged at his clothes.

Chu Chen emerged from behind the table at some point, tilting his head back with a white chess piece in his hand.

He didn't even look at the group of men in black robes, but just pouted and said to Chief Zhou with a displeased expression.

"Grandpa Zhou, they're disturbing our chess game."

Chief Zhou was taken aback.

Chu Chen then pointed to the two guards lying on the ground and Li Weiguo, who looked wary.

He tilted his little head and asked in a childish voice.

"Grandpa Zhou, someone is attacking your soldiers, aren't you going to do anything about it?"

One sentence instantly calmed Chief Zhou down.

He looked into Chu Chen's clear eyes and understood immediately.

Yes, this is no longer a private matter for the Lin family.

This is a slap in the face to Zhou Zhenguo, and a slap in the face to the entire country!

"Tube!"

Chief Zhou took a deep breath and said only one word.

He turned and walked to the table, picked up the red military telephone, and slowly dialed a number.

The people of Xuanyao Valley crossed their arms and watched his performance with cold smiles.

In their view, this was nothing more than the last struggle of mortals.

"The garrison? This is Zhou Zhenguo."

Chief Zhou's voice was very calm, without the slightest hint of emotion.

"Jishetang, Baicao Street, Dongcheng District. Yes, bring a company of special forces."

"Also, bring over those two newly equipped 82mm rapid-fire mortars."

"I need to see someone in five minutes."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

The entire main hall was deathly silent.

Lin Jianguo and Li Weiguo were dumbfounded.

A company?

It even has cannons?

What are they doing? Demolishing the house?

The group from Xuanyao Valley were taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! This old man's scared out of his wits, isn't he? Special forces? Artillery?"

"Did he think this was a movie shoot?"

The goatee elder stroked his beard and shook his head dismissively.

"Utterly foolish."

Less than three minutes.

A series of deep, rhythmic footsteps approached from afar, like the beating of drums, making the ground tremble.

Immediately following was the screeching sound of tires rubbing together and the roar of metal tracks grinding against the ground.

The entire Baicao Street was instantly blocked off.

A row of dark green military trucks were parked at the street corner, and soldiers in full gear, with camouflage paint on their faces and sharp eyes, jumped out of the trucks.

They moved swiftly and coordinated perfectly, quickly setting up three lines of cordon around Jishetang.

The dark muzzles of guns were pointed at the entrance of Jishetang from all directions.

Finally, two tracked vehicles stopped at the main entrance, and the gun covers on the vehicles were suddenly ripped off, revealing two menacing-looking mortars that gleamed with a cold metallic sheen.

The cannon was adjusted to a certain angle and locked onto the main hall of Jishetang.

The laughter of the people from Xuanyao Valley abruptly stopped.

The smiles on their faces froze instantly.

The young man who had been shouting moments before looked in terror at the dark mass of soldiers and the two cannons outside the door, his legs trembling with fear.

"Elder... Elder... this..."

The goatee elder's face turned ashen.

No matter how arrogant he was, he knew that if he were hit by this thing, even if he was a martial arts master, he would be blown into a pile of mud.

He stared intently at Chief Zhou, who had put down the phone and then slowly sat back down at the chessboard, his eyes filled with shock and bewilderment.

How could an old mortal man with declining health possibly mobilize an army of this caliber?

"You...you have no sportsmanship! If you've got the guts, come out and fight me one-on-one!"

The goatee elder roared, his voice sharp but his heart weak.

"My lord, times have changed."

Chu Chen picked up a piece of candy, popped it into his mouth, and mumbled something indistinctly.

He raised his head, looked at the ashen-faced goatee elder, and gave him an innocent smile.

"Uncle, it seems your powerful backer isn't working anymore."

"Would you like to pay your respects to my connections?"