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

Director Zhang's face, which had just regained its color, turned pale again in an instant.

The mobile phone in his hand fell to the ground, and the screen shattered into pieces.

"It's over...it's all over..." He leaned on the stone table, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

Lin Jianguo's heart sank, and he went over to support him. "Director Zhang, who is it?"

"Yan... Yan Zhengqing!" Director Zhang seemed to squeeze out the name through gritted teeth. "He's the head of the Cultural Relics Inspection Team; we all call him 'The Living Yama'!"

Zhou Tian listened in stunned silence. "A living Yama? Is it really that exaggerated?"

"He's intolerant of even the slightest injustice!" Director Zhang cried, his face contorted with grief. "He thinks the 'Dragon Vein Project' is utter nonsense, the biggest case of cultural relic destruction since the founding of the nation! He brought with him a 'Cultural Relics Inspection Order,' a powerful tool that allows him to act first and report later!"

Before he finished speaking, a commotion arose outside the gate of Qianlong Residence.

"All unauthorized personnel, stand back! We are on official business!"

A powerful, authoritative voice rang out.

Immediately afterwards, the door was pushed open from the outside by a tremendous force.

An elderly man, dressed in a dark gray Zhongshan suit, with gray hair and a back as straight as a javelin, led seven or eight men in black suits and strode in.

The old man's eyes flashed like lightning, scanning everything in the courtyard before finally fixing on Director Zhang, whose face was ashen.

"Zhang Jianmin! How dare you!"

Director Zhang trembled and almost knelt down. "Mr. Yan... please let me explain..."

"An explanation?" Yan Zhengqing snorted coldly, pulled a red booklet from his pocket, and held it up in the air. "See this? I now suspect you of colluding with criminals to steal and damage national-level cultural relics, with malicious intent! Take him away!"

Two men in black suits immediately stepped forward to grab Director Zhang's arms.

Just then, a figure slowly and deliberately blocked their way.

Zhao Wuji put down the wood-chopping axe in his hand, patted the wood chips off his clothes, and stood with the imposing presence of a man guarding the pass, despite being dressed in coarse linen clothes.

"stop."

His voice wasn't loud, but it made the two men in black suits feel as if they had hit an invisible wall, unable to move forward an inch.

Yan Zhengqing frowned and shouted sternly, "Who are you? How dare you obstruct official business?"

Zhao Wuji looked at him expressionlessly. "I'm an employee here."

"An employee?" Yan Zhengqing sized him up, a look of disdain on his face. "A layabout, putting on airs here. I bet you're one of them! Take him away too!"

Zhao Wuji remained unmoved.

He slowly took out a small blue plastic notebook from his pocket, opened it, and handed it to Yan Zhengqing.

"Chief Cleaning Officer of Qianlong Residence, Zhao Wuji, employee number 002."

"I am responsible for the sanitation and security of this area. Please cooperate with my work and do not trespass."

Yan Zhengqing was so angry when he saw the unsophisticated work permit that read "Labor and Ideological Reform Experimental Base" that he almost fainted.

Chief Cleaning Officer?

He felt his intelligence had been insulted.

"Nonsense! Absolutely nonsense!"

Just as the atmosphere in the courtyard was tense, a childish voice rang out.

"Grandpa, it's so noisy downstairs."

Everyone looked over at the sound and saw a five-year-old child riding on Zhou Tian's shoulders.

The doll was wearing a bright red silk Tang suit that Lin Jianguo had just bought. The suit was a bit too big, making him look like a chubby red lantern.

He had a bright green pacifier, like one carved from jade, dangling from his mouth, and was impatiently tugging at the knotted buttons around his neck with his little hands.

It was Chu Chen.

When Yan Zhengqing saw Chu Chen's attire and looked around at the "feudal superstition" scene of chopping wood and making alterations, his anger flared up instantly.

He bypassed Zhao Wuji, rushed to Lin Jianguo, pointed at Chu Chen, and looked heartbroken.

"Lin Jianguo! I recognize you! Is this how you raise children? At such a young age, instead of sending them to school, you let them get involved in this filthy stuff!"

Lin Jianguo stood with his arms crossed, looking at the old man who had suddenly barged in, somewhat bewildered.

Before Yan Zhengqing could reply, his face suddenly changed to a kind expression, and he carefully took out a set of books from his briefcase.

A brand new set of "Five-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation" textbooks, still smelling of fresh ink.

He handed the thick, brick-like workbook to Chu Chen, patiently guiding him.

"Little friend, don't be afraid, I'm Grandpa Yan. Look, it's your birthday today, right? Grandpa brought you a birthday present."

"These are the most useful books in our country. Knowledge changes destiny! If you finish all of this, you'll become a useful member of society, instead of just a charlatan here!"

Zhou Tian was trembling from trying to suppress his laughter.

Chu Chen, with a jade pacifier in his mouth, tilted his head and looked at the exercise book that was bigger than his face.

He blinked, and his little face instantly darkened.

Is it a birthday gift to give someone a workbook?

This is even worse than making him wear this red outfit!

"Zhou Tian, ​​put me down."

Zhou Tian quickly put him on the ground.

Chu Chen walked up to Yan Zhengqing, tilted his little face up, and pointed at him with his chubby finger.

"I hereby declare that you have been blacklisted by our family."

"From now on, you are not allowed to step on the ant nest in front of my house."

After saying that, he turned and left, muttering to himself.

"Grandpa, we should get a dog, specifically to bite these bad uncles who come uninvited and bring junk."

Yan Zhengqing stood frozen in place, holding the exercise book, his old face turning a deep purplish-red.

"This is outrageous! This is absolutely outrageous!"

Director Zhang scrambled over and grabbed Yan Zhengqing's sleeve.

"Professor Yan! You've misunderstood! This isn't feudal superstition, it's... it's a concrete application of quantum mechanics in higher dimensions!"

"What quantum mechanics?" Yan Zhengqing shoved him away. "Do you think I'm a three-year-old? Let me tell you, Zhang Jianmin, no one can save you today!"

He pointed to the white building not far away and gave his men a stern order.

"Go! Cut off the main power to that server room! I want to see how they'll keep up their charade without electricity!"

"yes!"

The two men in black suits immediately obeyed and rushed towards the main power switch at the entrance of the data center.

"No!" Director Zhang screamed in despair.

The hands of the two men in black suits had already touched the cold metal switch lever.

At that very moment—

"Boom!"

A blinding purple lightning bolt struck down from the cloudless sky without warning, like a divine spear, hitting the bluestone slab half a meter in front of Yan Zhengqing's feet precisely!

A burst of lightning caused debris to fly everywhere!

On the bluestone pavement, there was a deep pit the size of a bowl, with charred edges, and wisps of smoke were still rising from it.

The entire courtyard was deathly silent.

The two men in black suits who were about to pull the power switch were so terrified that their legs went weak and they collapsed to the ground.

Yan Zhengqing felt his hair stand on end, a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, and his back was instantly soaked in cold sweat.

Everyone stared at the sky in horror, but Chu Chen slowly took out a White Rabbit candy from his pocket, unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth.

With a candy in his mouth, he said indistinctly:

"Uncle, I've told you before, there are gods watching over us."

"You'll get struck by lightning if you randomly turn off someone else's power."

Yan Zhengqing's lips trembled. He stared intently at the still-smoking crater at his feet, forcing himself to stand up straight, but managed to squeeze out a few words through his teeth.

"What a coincidence! It must be a coincidence!"