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

Zhou Tian stood with his hands on his hips, looking at Dr. Smith who was clinging to Chu Chen's leg and wouldn't let go. He felt that his status as the number one lackey was being challenged like never before.

"Hey, you old foreigner, let go!" Zhou Tian went up to grab him.

Chu Chen shook his leg in disgust, but it didn't shake off.

He patted Dr. Smith's thick, newly black hair. "Uncle, the security guard positions here are very competitive."

He turned to Zhou Tian, ​​who was completely stunned, and shouted, "Zhou Tian, ​​go and tell Director Zhao of the public toilet management office."

"Just tell them that they need someone to clean toilets, and let this foreign uncle go there for an internship to see how he performs."

"Alright, Master Chen!" Zhou Tian laughed upon hearing this.

He grabbed Dr. Smith by the back of his collar and dragged him towards the backyard. "Come on, you trying to steal my job? Go learn from Director Zhao how to scrub a toilet with a mirror finish first!"

As Dr. Smith was dragged away, he felt no humiliation whatsoever; on the contrary, he was overjoyed, muttering in broken Chinese, "Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master, for giving me this opportunity!"

In the courtyard, a group of reporters from the world's top media outlets, along with the pharmaceutical tycoon Mr. Li, who was slumped on the ground, stared at this surreal scene, speechless for a long time.

What is this?

A Nobel Prize-winning biologist was extremely grateful for an internship where he was cleaning toilets.

Chu Chen ignored the group of people.

He walked over to Lin Jianguo and tugged at his sleeve. "Grandpa, I'm hungry. I want to eat your braised lion's head meatballs."

Lin Jianguo snapped out of his daze, quickly scooped up his grandson, and tenderly wiped his face. "Alright, alright, Grandpa will make it for you right away!"

He held Chu Chen in his arms, not even glancing at the group of reporters and wealthy businessmen, and walked straight back into the house.

Li Weiguo, accompanied by a squad of guards, remained expressionless as he watched the group. "Gentlemen, today's 'academic exchange' is now concluded."

"Please."

Reporters rushed out like madmen, all vying for the headlines!

Any one of the events that happened at Qianlongju today could ignite global public opinion.

As for Mr. Li, he was dragged out like a lump of mud by two guards.

……

At the dinner table, Lin Jianguo watched his grandson wolf down the lion's head meatballs, feeling both proud and heartbroken.

"Chen'er, eat slowly, no one will take it from you."

With his mouth full, Chu Chen mumbled, "Grandpa, we're going out again in a couple of days."

Lin Jianguo was taken aback. "Where to?"

"Go find something for my mom." Chu Chen swallowed the meat in his mouth, picked up the Jianlibao on the table, and took a sip.

He walked to the east wing, to the computed tomography scanner that had been completely altered.

On the screen, the galaxy representing Lin Xiu's life signs, while stable, was growing at an extremely slow rate.

"Mom's body is like a house. The medicine before was the bricks and cement. Now the house is built, but it still needs a roof beam to protect it," Chu Chen explained in his own way.

"This roof beam must have been used by the emperor in the past. It must have 'imperial aura' to completely suppress Mother's soul and wake her up."

"Imperial aura?" Lin Jianguo was completely confused, but he grasped the key point: "Things used by the emperor? Aren't those national treasures? Where are we supposed to find them?"

Lin Jianguo didn't dare to make a fuss about it, but he didn't sleep well all night.

The next day, with dark circles under his eyes, he saw Falcon drive a Hongqi car and park in front of Qianlongju.

An elderly man wearing a Zhongshan suit and with his hair neatly combed got off the car.

The old man held a wooden box wrapped in yellow silk cloth in his hands, his expression solemn.

"Mr. Lin, where is Consultant Chu?" The old man greeted Lin Jianguo politely.

Lin Jianguo recognized him; he was Zhang, the director of the National Museum.

"Director Zhang? What brings you here?"

"I've come to deliver some 'research materials' to Consultant Chu," Director Zhang said, carefully placing the wooden box on the stone table in the courtyard.

Chu Chen was squatting by the vegetable garden, directing Zhao Wuji and Zhao Tiansha to loosen the soil around the "immortal vegetables".

The two grandmaster-level experts were now working hard with small hoes, sweating profusely, even more diligently than when they were meditating in the Xuanyao Valley.

Hearing the noise, Chu Chen wiped his hands and walked over.

He glanced at the wooden box, then at Curator Zhang, and asked in a childish voice, "Uncle, are there snacks in this box?"

Director Zhang was both amused and exasperated, and respectfully opened the box.

"Advisor Chu, we knew immediately that you needed something with an 'imperial aura'."

"With special permission from the top leader, I selected a few items from the museum's collection that are not on public display and sent them to you for your reference."

The box was opened, and three items lay quietly inside.

One of them is a fragment of a jade burial suit from the Han Dynasty, exuding an ancient and weathered aura.

One of them is a jade pendant that Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin, once used. It is warm, smooth and heavy.

The last item was a small, jet-black jade cicada from the Warring States period.

The jade cicada was carved in a simple and unadorned style, and compared to the two radiant treasures next to it, it seemed insignificant.

Chu Chen glanced at the jade burial suit. "It's too new; the dragon energy on it has all dissipated."

He then looked at the jade pendant. "This one is alright, but it has too much killing intent. I gave it to my mother because I'm afraid she'll have nightmares about leading troops into battle."

Finally, his gaze fell on the dark, unremarkable jade cicada.

He reached out his little hand, picked up the jade cicada, and examined it carefully in front of his eyes.

Director Zhang and Lin Jianguo were both deeply concerned.

"Advisor Chu, this jade cicada was unearthed from the tomb of a feudal lord during the Warring States period. Because of its special material, its exact origin has never been clear..." Director Zhang explained cautiously.

"That's it." Chu Chen interrupted him.

He tossed the jade cicada in his palm and nodded in satisfaction.

"The yin energy here has been nurtured for over a thousand years, it's just right."

He grinned at the nervous-looking Director Zhang. "Uncle, can I borrow this for a couple of days?"

"When I return it to you, I guarantee it will not only glow, but also sing 'Two Tigers' on its own."

Director Zhang was taken aback at first, then overjoyed. "Really?"

"When have I ever lied?" Chu Chen pursed his lips.

"Excellent! Excellent!" Director Zhang's face flushed with excitement. "Don't even mention two days, you could use it for two years, or even twenty years without any problem!"

"Advisor Chu, I'll write a report as soon as I get back!" Director Zhang grabbed Chu Chen's hand, his eyes fervent. "I suggest we move our museum directly next to Qianlong Residence!"

"If you need anything in the future, just go next door and get it! Treat this place like your own home!"

Lin Jianguo's eyelids twitched as he listened from the side.

Do they treat the National Museum like their own home?

Only his precious grandson would dare to think and act like that.

Chu Chen impatiently pulled his hand back.

He casually stuffed the jade cicada into his pocket, placing it alongside a few marbles and half a piece of milk candy.

"Uncle, don't get carried away."

He pointed to the vegetable patch. "See that? That's a new variety I just cultivated, called 'Fairy Vegetable No. 2'."

"Eating this will strengthen your body and help you live to ninety-nine."

Director Zhang looked in the direction he pointed and saw that in the vegetable garden, several cabbages had grown like small trees, and several tomatoes the size of washbasins were growing on them.

"I'm planning to trade this with your museum for something." Chu Chen said, his hands behind his back, like a big boss negotiating a deal.

Director Zhang swallowed hard. "Change...change what?"

Chu Chen looked up at him with her small face upturned, and said, word by word:

"I want everything in your museum that has dragon patterns on it."

"Whether it's porcelain, jade, or wood, as long as it has a dragon motif, I want it all."