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

Falcon froze on the spot, feeling a chill run down his spine.

He looked at the little kid stretching in the yard, then at his superior's emotionless face, and couldn't say a word.

This job is impossible to do.

Chu Chen yawned widely, with two tears hanging from the corners of his eyes.

He rubbed his eyes, turned his head, and shouted at the falcon.

"Take me home, are you stuffing donkey hair in your ears?"

The falcon jolted, tensed its body, and instinctively went to salute.

The old man slowly raised his hand, stopping him.

He stepped down the steps and walked into the courtyard himself.

He walked slowly, each step firm and deliberate, as if he were seeing the world before him anew.

He walked up to Chu Chen and stopped.

This time, he bowed slightly.

"Mr. Chu."

He spoke, his voice carrying an unprecedented solemnity.

The falcon's eyes widened in surprise.

"can we talk?"

Chu Chen picked at his ear with his little finger, looking impatient.

"What are we talking about? If I tell you, I'm rushing home to sleep. Children won't grow tall if they don't get enough sleep."

"Let's talk about cooperation." The old man said, emphasizing each word.

Chu Chen was amused upon hearing this.

He looked the old man up and down, his gaze as if he were looking at a toddler who had just learned to walk.

"Cooperation? That wasn't your attitude just now."

He counted on his chubby fingers.

"They played chess with me, tested me, and even hid a whole room full of people to scare me. In the end, they even wanted to find me a class to shine in."

"What, you've come to this conclusion just because a tree has blossomed?"

The old man's face was slightly flushed.

In all his years, this was the first time he had been so bluntly criticized in front of a five-year-old child.

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But he couldn't refute it at all.

He sighed deeply and solemnly cupped his hands in greeting to Chu Chen.

"It's just that this old man's perspective has become narrow; he's like a frog in a well, looking at the sky from the bottom of a well."

"On behalf of the nation, I formally invite Mr. Chu to become our 'Special Advisor'."

"I am not on the official payroll and do not obey orders. I will only ask for your help when the country faces an insurmountable crisis."

"In return, the country will provide the highest level of support and protection for all of Mr. Chu's needs, including safety, research, and living conditions."

Chu Chen stroked his chin, tilted his head, and thought for a moment.

"Special advisor? That sounds pretty intimidating."

His eyes lit up, and he moved closer.

"So... is there a salary? Are social insurance and housing fund contributions made?"

The old man was taken aback by his common, down-to-earth question, then shook his head with a wry smile.

"Mr. Chu can ask for anything he wants, as long as the country can provide it."

"That's more like it."

Chu Chen nodded in satisfaction, finally showing some interest in getting down to business.

He turned his head and beckoned to the falcon at the door.

"Hey, you there, yeah, you, that wooden stake."

Do you have paper and a pen? I'd like to borrow them.

Falcon felt its dignity being repeatedly trampled on the ground by this little tyrant.

He looked to the old man for help.

The old man nodded to him.

Falcon then took out a small military notebook and a fountain pen from his pocket and handed them over.

Chu Chen took the paper and pen, not minding that they were dirty, and lay down on the stone table in the courtyard to start writing.

The way he writes is strange.

The little hand held the pen, crooked and awkward, yet the characters it drew were all elegant and powerful, carrying an indescribable ancient charm and domineering spirit.

He quickly filled an entire page with writing.

He tore the page off with a "rip" sound, walked up to the old man, and handed it to him.

"Here, this is the first year's consulting fee."

He clapped his hands, as if he were discussing a business deal worth a few cents.

"We'll follow this standard every year from now on. If we can't find it, we'll exchange it for something of equal value. I'm easygoing and not picky."

The old man took the paper with a puzzled look.

He caught his breath after just one glance.

His weathered face turned pale then red, and finally ashen.

The falcon standing nearby caught a glimpse of it.

"A century-old piece of wood struck by lightning, its heartwood is used."

"Three pounds of meteorite iron from outer space, imbued with the power of stars."

"The pearl of the mermaid from the East Sea must be obtained while the person is alive."

"The snow lotus on the summit of Kunlun Mountain, with its roots still in the soil, must be at least five hundred years old."

"..."

The falcon's vision went black, and it nearly fell over.

Which of these things written here can be found in the human world? This kid must have copied it from the Classic of Mountains and Seas!

"Mr. Chu... Mr. Chu..." The old man's hand holding the paper trembled slightly. "The things on this list..."

"Too expensive?"

Chu Chen glanced sideways and pouted.

"It's expensive, that's for sure. You get what you pay for. My technology is an exclusive monopoly, limited in quantity worldwide. Once it's gone, it's gone."

He paused, then added in a tone that suggested, "I'm thinking of you."

"If we can't find it, so be it. I don't necessarily need to cooperate with you."

"Anyway, I'm very busy, making millions every minute, and I don't have time to argue with you guys about these trivial matters."

It was especially funny to hear this now-famous internet saying coming from his childish voice.

The old man's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

He looked down at the "mythological list" in his hand, then looked up at the withered locust tree in the yard that was still shedding its blossoms in the wind.

He closed his eyes, making a difficult decision.

A few seconds later, he suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with a resolute determination to go all out.

"good!"

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a single word.

"I promise you!"

He turned his head and gave a low shout to the falcon.

"Bring the things here!"

"yes!"

Falcon felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He turned and rushed into the house, and soon came out carrying a palm-sized, bright red notebook with a gold national emblem on the cover.

The old man took the red booklet with both hands and solemnly handed it to Chu Chen.

"Advisor Chu, here are your credentials."

"With this pass, you have the highest level of access rights and... the right to act expediently anywhere in the country."

His voice was hoarse when he said the last four words.

"Alright, alright, I got it."

Before he could finish speaking, Chu Chen had already snatched the red booklet away.

He flipped through a couple of pages at random, saw his own name and the words "Special Advisor" in big letters, and closed the book with little interest.

Then, in front of the two of them, he casually stuffed the red marriage certificate—enough to drive all the nobles in the capital mad with envy—into his pocket, which was already stuffed with all sorts of random things.

A series of clinking sounds came from my pocket, like marbles and hard candy colliding.

He waved his little hand, as if shooing away flies.

"Alright, I'm leaving now."

"I've remembered. I need to see the information about that jade pendant I asked you to look up within three days."

"Also, don't bother me with these trivial matters in the future. I'm very busy."

After saying that, he didn't even look at the two of them, and turned to walk towards the black Hongqi car.

Falcon's mind was still blank, but his body had already moved instinctively. He jogged forward and opened the heavy car door for him.

Chu Chen climbed onto the car using both his hands and feet.

The black Hongqi sedan slowly started, silently merging into the night and disappearing at the end of the alley.

In the courtyard, only the old man, the falcon, and a withered tree covered in flowers remained.

a long time.

The old man slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

He looked at the list in his hand, a bitter smile of pain appearing on his face.

"Falcon".

"Commander! I'm here!"

"Send this form to the Logistics Department and... the 'Dragon Group' using the highest level of encryption."

The old man's voice carried a hint of weariness.

"Tell them to gather everything listed above within three months, at all costs!"

"yes!"

The falcon straightened its chest and responded loudly.

The old man waved his hand, signaling him to step back.

Alone, he walked to the locust tree, reached out, and gently stroked the newly grown, vibrant bark.

His gaze was deep and profound.

"True dragons..." he murmured to himself, "Just how many true dragons are lurking in these murky waters..."