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

Yan Zhengqing pointed to the charred pit at his feet, which was still smoking, and the veins on his neck bulged out.

He forcibly suppressed the surging fear in his heart, attributing it all to the other party's conspiracy and trickery.

"You must have installed some kind of artificial lightning rod! Just trying to create a fuss!"

He stared intently at the direction of the east wing, his gaze seemingly trying to pierce through the walls.

"In there! That CT scanner, that must be your main control console! I need to go in and check!"

After saying that, he lifted his foot to rush inside.

"stop!"

Lin Jianguo, like an old lion protecting its cubs, spread his arms and blocked the doorway of the east wing in one step.

"Chief Yan, if you have something to say, come at this old man! Don't scare my grandson!"

Yan Zhengqing was stopped by him and became so angry that he blew his beard and glared at him.

"Lin Jianguo! You're covering for someone! You're obstructing official business! Do you believe I'll arrest you too?"

"I don't care what official business you're in! This is my home! If you want to get in, you'll have to step over my old bones!" Lin Jianguo stood firm, his attitude unyielding.

The atmosphere in the courtyard instantly became tense again.

Director Zhang was sweating profusely, wanting to offer advice but not daring to speak.

Just then, a chubby little hand tugged at Lin Jianguo's clothes.

"Grandpa, please move aside."

Chu Chen emerged from behind Lin Jianguo, tilting his rosy cheeks up to look at the sullen, white-haired old man in front of him.

"Uncle, are you really that eager to go in and see?"

Yan Zhengqing looked down at the doll dressed in a bright red Tang suit and snorted coldly.

"What do you children know! I'm breaking down feudal superstitions and saving you!"

"Oh." Chu Chen nodded, as if he understood.

He took a piece of candy out of his pocket, slowly unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth.

"Well... Uncle, how about we make a bet?"

"A bet?" Yan Zhengqing was taken aback.

"Yeah." Chu Chen said, his mouth full of milk candy, his words slightly slurred. "Tomorrow is my birthday. If you can see a dragon at my birthday party, I'll admit defeat."

He paused, then added with a serious expression.

"If I lose, I'll obediently go to kindergarten with you and finish all those tattered books you gave me... no, I mean workbooks."

Upon hearing the words "kindergarten" and "workbook," Chu Chen's little face scrunched up.

Yan Zhengqing's eyes lit up immediately.

This is a golden opportunity!

Not only can their scam be completely exposed, but the child can also be guided onto the right path!

"Okay! It's a deal!" he readily agreed. "But what if you lose?"

He had already decided that he would make the child admit his mistake and recite a scientific declaration in front of all the media.

Chu Chen licked the sugar stains from the corner of his mouth, tilted his head, and thought for a moment.

"What if you lose...?"

His gaze swept around the yard, finally settling on the group of "labor reform prisoners" who were chopping wood.

"You should join them and report to the wood-chopping team over there."

He pointed to the vegetable garden not far away.

"I've already thought of a position for you: Chief Fertilizer Officer, responsible for watering our magic vegetables with manure. You'll work there for three months first, and we'll see how you perform."

"puff--"

Zhou Tian, ​​who was standing next to him, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Chief Fertilizer Officer? What a ridiculous idea, Master Chen!

Yan Zhengqing's old face instantly turned a deep liver color.

"You! You brat! How dare you insult me ​​like this!"

"Want to bet or not?" Chu Chen shook his head. "If you're too scared, then forget it."

"Who says I wouldn't dare!" Yan Zhengqing shouted without thinking after being provoked by him.

Seeing a dragon? That's pure fantasy! He's guaranteed to win this bet!

"Words are no proof, let's draw up a written agreement!" Yan Zhengqing was afraid that he would go back on his word, so he immediately took out paper and pen from his briefcase.

"Fine, I'll write it." Chu Chen shrugged indifferently.

Soon, what could be described as the most outrageous bet in history was freshly made.

Yan Zhengqing signed his name in a flamboyant style and pressed his red handprint heavily on the document.

Chu Chen followed his example, pressing a small, round fingerprint onto the paper with his thumb, which was dipped in ink.

"Alright!" Yan Zhengqing put away the document, as if he had received a get-out-of-jail-free card, and straightened his back considerably.

He immediately took out his "big brother" mobile phone and made a call.

"Hey! It's me! Send two more squads over here to surround Qianlong Residence! Not a single fly is allowed to get out!"

He hung up the phone and looked at Director Zhang smugly.

"Zhang Jianmin, I'm warning you, don't even think about pulling any holographic projection tricks on me! All signals here will be blocked. Let's see where you can conjure up a dragon tomorrow!"

Director Zhang was on the verge of tears, and could only look at Chu Chen in despair.

Chu Chen ignored him completely and pulled Lin Jianguo's hand to walk into the house.

"Grandpa, I'm hungry! I want birthday cake, right now!"

Night falls.

Outside the Hidden Dragon Residence, there were guards every three steps and sentries every five steps, creating a tense and ominous atmosphere.

In the courtyard, Yan Zhengqing moved a grand chair and sat steadily in the center, holding a thermos in his hands, like a foreman.

The man in the black suit behind him was carrying various high-tech instruments, conducting a thorough scan of the entire courtyard.

"Reporting to the team leader, no abnormal electromagnetic signals were detected."

"Report assembled, no projection device detected."

Yan Zhengqing nodded in satisfaction and took a sip of tea.

Just then, a low, ancient roar faintly came from the direction of the east wing.

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried a strange penetrating power, making everyone present shudder.

"What's that sound?" a man in a black suit asked nervously.

Yan Zhengqing curled his lip in disdain.

He took out his notebook and began writing furiously.

"The suspect is suspected of using subsonic devices to create auditory hallucinations in an attempt to conduct psychological intervention. The methods are crude and the motives are ridiculous."

After finishing writing, he closed the notebook and calmly began to drink his tea.

Meanwhile, in Chu Chen's room.

"Grandpa, I'm going to watch cartoons. Don't you dare peek!" Chu Chen called out to the door.

He sat on the edge of the bed and took out an Ultraman mask from an exquisite box.

This was achieved by Falcon using its connections to find the best craftsmen to disguise the top-of-the-line VR equipment as a toy, according to Chu Chen's requirements.

Chu Chen put on the Ultraman mask.

The world before my eyes changed instantly.

He was no longer in his own small room, but in a void space composed of countless golden data streams.

Billions of bytes flowed slowly around him like a dazzling galaxy.

"roar--!"

A deafening dragon's roar echoed through this data space.

Not far ahead, those surging data streams began to converge and recombine wildly.

A colossal outline, so vast it blots out the sky, slowly took shape.

It was a giant dragon whose entire body was made of golden light codes!

Its scales are complex codes, its whiskers are pulsating data chains, and its enormous eyes flash with red light representing the highest authority.

It looked down at Chu Chen, this tiny "intruder," from its high perch, and opened its massive maw, ready to devour him.

Chu Chen raised his head, looked at the unruly virtual golden dragon, and curled his lip.

His voice, though childlike, carried an undeniable air of authority as it resounded through the data space.

"How dare you, a mere remnant of the nation's destiny, act so presumptuously before your ancestors?"

The moment the words fell, Chu Chen's five-year-old body began to grow wildly in a way that defied common sense!

lofty! One hundred thousand feet! Millions of feet!

A colossal Dharma image, towering between heaven and earth, instantly filled the entire virtual space!

That once invincible golden data dragon was as insignificant as an inconspicuous loach before this Dharma image.

The colossal Dharma image slowly raised a hand, a hand larger than a galaxy, and gently patted down on the terrified golden mudfish.

yard.

Yan Zhengqing held his teacup, leisurely savoring this year's newly harvested pre-Qingming Longjing tea.

He had already planned how he would passionately criticize these feudal remnants in front of the media tomorrow.

"Snap!"

A crisp cracking sound suddenly rang out.

Without warning, the blue-and-white porcelain teacup in Yan Zhengqing's hand shattered into countless fragments.

The scalding hot tea splashed all over his hand.

He stood there blankly, holding the broken cup with only the bottom remaining, staring at his empty palms, looking utterly bewildered.