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

Looking at the upturned little face in front of him, Lin Jianguo felt the taut string in his mind snap.

What Nine Dragons Locking the Sky, what Lord of the Forbidden Land, what Special Advisor?

He has only one thought right now.

My grandson is hungry; he wants to eat braised pork.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" Lin Jianguo responded repeatedly, shoving the red booklet, which was more important than his own lifeblood, into the hands of Li Weiguo beside him.

He squatted down and skillfully patted the dirt off Chu Chen's body.

"Grandpa will make it for you right away! We're having braised pork today, two bowls!"

"Two bowls aren't enough." Chu Chen held up three chubby fingers. "I want three bowls, and I also want some soda."

"Okay, okay, three bowls it is, and plenty of soda!" Lin Jianguo was overjoyed and stood up to run to the kitchen.

Li Weiguo held the red booklet, his hands trembling.

Watching the interaction between Lin Jianguo and Chu Chen, he felt his worldview completely collapse.

Is this still the same Advisor Chu who wielded immense power and whose words could decide life and death?

Just then, a rapid roar of propellers came from outside the thick fog.

The sound grew louder as it approached, finally lingering outside the gate of Qianlong Residence.

Li Weiguo's expression changed, and he immediately growled into the communicator.

"Whose plane is this? Don't they know this is a restricted area? Warn them to leave immediately!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a figure stumbled and rushed in from the edge of the thick fog.

The newcomer was none other than Falcon.

His usually impeccably tailored Zhongshan suit was now wrinkled, two buttons on the collar had popped open, and his forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.

"Staff Officer Li!" Falcon saw Li Weiguo and rushed over as if he had grasped a lifeline.

He immediately spotted Lin Jianguo, who was about to go to the kitchen, next to Li Weiguo, and the child who was tiptoeing to look into the kitchen.

The falcon suddenly stopped, its breath catching in its throat.

He recalled his superior's order: "At all costs."

Falcon took a deep breath, straightened his appearance, and strode over to Chu Chen.

He imitated Li Weiguo, suddenly stood at attention with his legs together, and bent over.

"Advisor Chu, urgent request for assistance!"

Chu Chen was pondering whether to add some rock sugar to the braised pork when his train of thought was interrupted, which made him very unhappy.

He frowned slightly and looked up at the falcon.

"I'm busy, I have dinner appointments with my grandfather."

Falcon's lips twitched, and he almost choked.

He was sweating profusely and lowered his voice in a panic.

"Something terrible has happened! The Dragon Group was on a mission near Kunlun Mountain, and a small team has been wiped out!"

He paused, lowering his voice even further.

"Only one core member was rescued, but he was poisoned by a rare toxin, his entire body has turned black, and modern medicine is completely useless. He's just clinging to life!"

Chu Chen was picking his ear with his little finger, looking impatient.

Upon hearing the words "Kunlun Mountain," he stopped moving.

In those clear, black and white eyes, a light that no one could understand flashed.

Xuanyao Valley, isn't it located in Kunlun Mountain?

The Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass is also there.

"Oh?" Chu Chen put his hand down, tilted his head and looked at him. "If you're poisoned, go see a doctor. Why are you looking for me? I'm not a veterinarian."

Falcon said urgently, "The team's medic examined it and said it's not poison at all, it's more like... some kind of evil magic or curse! The instruments can't detect it at all!"

"Even the Dragon Group couldn't handle this?" Chu Chen asked knowingly.

Falcon's face flushed red and then turned pale, before he finally lowered his head in dejection.

"We are at a loss."

"Alright then." Chu Chen stroked his chin and sighed like a little adult.

He stretched out one hand and spread his five fingers.

"Appearance fee, you understand?"

Falcon was taken aback for a moment, then reacted, "Advisor Chu, rest assured, the commander has already given instructions regarding the remuneration, which will absolutely satisfy you!"

Chu Chen shook his head, his little face full of disdain.

"Money is the most useless thing in the world, what would I do with it?"

He pursed his lips and said slowly.

"Alright then, since your attitude is fairly sincere, I'll give you a discount."

He started counting on his fingers.

"Didn't they say they'd give me a consulting fee a couple of days ago? The things on that list look pretty good."

"For this consultation, just follow the same standard and give me a truckload of rare minerals."

"Whatever kind of extraterrestrial meteorite iron, deep-sea icy crystal, or earth core fiery copper, just use whatever you like, I'm not picky."

Falcon gaped, feeling his blood pressure skyrocketing.

Just a casual decoration?

Every single item on that list is a national treasure-level strategic material sold by the gram.

You call this a "discount"?

You're making money faster than robbing a bank!

Chu Chen was displeased to see his constipated expression.

"Too expensive? Then forget it."

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

"Get this person out of here right now, don't let them die in front of my house, it's bad luck. I still want to eat braised pork."

"No!" Falcon jumped in fright, nearly scared out of his wits.

If he takes the person back now, the commander will skin him alive.

"Not expensive! Not expensive at all!" Falcon squeezed out the words through gritted teeth, his heart bleeding.

"I'll contact the logistics department right now! A truckload! A truckload guaranteed!"

"That's more like it." Chu Chen nodded in satisfaction. "Service attitude determines everything."

He beckoned to the falcon with his finger.

"Alright, stop standing there, bring the person in."

"Let me make this clear first: I'm only responsible for the rescue, not after-sales service. If the person is missing an arm or a leg, or is mentally impaired, don't try to extort money from me."

Falcon, as if granted a pardon, immediately turned around and roared into the communicator.

"Quickly! Bring him in! From the east gate! And hurry!"

Soon, a team of fully armed soldiers carefully carried in "something" sealed in an alloy stretcher.

Before the person even arrived, an overwhelming stench assaulted their senses.

The smell was like hundreds of rotting corpses piled together, soaked in a stinking ditch for three days and three nights, mixed with the metallic rusty smell.

The engineering corps soldiers who were working in the yard turned pale instantly upon smelling the odor, and several of them vomited on the spot, leaning against the wall.

Li Weiguo's expression changed, and he immediately gave the order.

"Unauthorized personnel, retreat 300 meters! Put on gas masks!"

Lin Jianguo frowned from the fumes and quickly covered his mouth and nose.

Only Chu Chen, instead of dodging, curiously approached and sniffed.

The soldiers carrying the stretcher were all wearing heavy biohazard suits and huge gas masks, but even so, their faces still looked terrible.

The stretcher was finally carried to the open space in the center of the yard.

Falcon signaled to his men to open the sealed cover.

"Sizzle—"

With a soft sound of pressure being released, an even thicker cloud of black mist gushed out from the stretcher.

The surrounding flowers and plants, touched by this black mist, withered instantly, turned black, and turned into ashes.

The sealed cover was opened, and the person inside finally revealed their true appearance.

That can no longer be called human.

His entire body looked as if it had been doused with concentrated sulfuric acid; it was charred black, and his skin was like melted wax, with black viscous liquid constantly seeping out from underneath.

The viscous liquid dripped onto the alloy stretcher, making a "sizzling" corrosion sound and emitting puffs of black smoke.

A stench ten times stronger than before suddenly exploded out.

One of the accompanying military doctors couldn't hold it in and vomited bile with a loud "whoosh".

Zhou Tian, ​​hiding behind Wu De, peeked out and turned pale with fright.

"Holy crap... this isn't just poisoning, it's like being expelled from the human race!"

Lin Jianguo's heart clenched as he looked at the "corpse" that was no longer human.

He tugged at Chu Chen's sleeve, his voice trembling.

"Chen'er, is there...is there any hope for this?"

Falcon and Li Weiguo's gazes were also fixed on Chu Chen.

No one dared to speak.

Chu Chen remained silent.

He walked around the stretcher, as if picking out a piece of rotten meat that had been sitting in the market for a long time.

He walked to the head of the "corpse" and squatted down amidst the horrified gazes of everyone.

He leaned closer to the face, whose features were no longer discernible, and took a deep breath.

The stench, strong enough to knock someone unconscious on the spot, seemed to have no effect on him.

He even smacked his lips, as if savoring some unique flavor.

After a while, he stood up, clapped his hands, and looked disgusted.

"It stinks."

He drew a conclusion.

"It's corpse poison, and it's a variant of corpse poison mixed with at least seven or eight kinds of Yin energy."

He pointed to the humanoid figure on the stretcher that was still oozing black liquid and looked at Falcon.

"If you take this person to the hospital, I reckon they'll suggest you pack them up and send them to the crematorium, stretcher and all, and you'll have to choose the most powerful furnace."

Falcon's heart sank to the bottom.

Chu Chen abruptly changed the subject, placing her hands behind her back and raising her chin.

"However..."

"That is, you met me."

He grinned, revealing a set of small white teeth, but what he said was incredibly arrogant.

"His name isn't even on the King of Hell's household register yet."

"Trying to snatch someone from me? He'd better think twice about whether his judge's pen is strong enough."