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

Yan Zhengqing held up the blue-and-white porcelain shard that was now just the bottom of the cup.

He stared blankly at his scalded red hand, then at his empty palm, his mind still reeling.

How did the cup explode by itself?

At that moment, a man in a black suit carrying equipment ran over quickly, his expression strange.

"Team leader, the energy consumption in the east wing... has reached zero."

"What?"

Yan Zhengqing's spirits lifted, and the momentary confusion he had felt earlier was instantly forgotten.

"Reset to zero?"

"Yes, just now, the power consumption index of all servers dropped from its peak to zero in an instant, just like... just like a power outage."

The man in the black suit scratched his head, also finding it unbelievable.

"The technician said that the load was probably too high, which burned out the core circuitry and caused the entire system to crash."

"Haha! Great!"

Yan Zhengqing slapped his thigh and threw the bottom of the cup in his hand to the ground with a crisp sound.

"I knew it! Playing tricks and engaging in these crooked practices won't last long!"

He glanced at the black crater left by lightning at his feet, and then remembered the teacup that had just exploded. Suddenly, everything became clear to him.

"This is divine retribution! Even God couldn't stand it anymore! This is a warning to them!"

Yan Zhengqing regained his confidence as a materialist fighter, and with his hands behind his back, he stood up even straighter.

He felt that he was the light of the righteous path.

at the same time.

In the virtual data space.

Chu Chen's colossal Dharma form, towering to the heavens and the earth, swatted at the golden data dragon as lightly as if it were a disobedient fly.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, clear sound echoed throughout the space.

The once invincible golden dragon, formed from the remnants of the nation's destiny, was shattered into pieces before it could even utter a mournful cry.

The enormous dragon body was shattered into billions of gentle golden specks of light, floating in the void like fireflies.

Faxiang slowly withdrew his palm.

Chu Chen's true form as a five-year-old child was revealed. He hovered in the air, looking at the golden light filling the sky, and curled his lip.

His childish voice was filled with undisguised disdain.

"So easily defeated, yet you dare to act tough in front of me?"

"You're too wild to tame; I'll have to personally cool you down."

He stretched out his chubby little hand and gently grabbed at the golden sea of ​​light.

"Give it to me."

It was as if an invisible force was drawing all the golden specks of light from the sky towards his palm.

Chu Chen held the ball of golden light in his hand, kneading it like clay until it became a ball.

Soon, a small loach, about the length of a finger, shimmering with golden light, and still wriggling and struggling, appeared in his hand.

This little loach is the core of the entire "Dragon Vein Project," the unruly source of dragon energy.

Chu Chen pinched the little mudfish's tail and shook it.

"From now on, I'll call you Xiao Jin. Be good, okay?"

After saying that, he didn't even look at it, and casually stuffed the still struggling "Little Gold" into the pocket of his bright red Tang suit.

After doing all this, Chu Chen felt a wave of weariness wash over him.

Fighting against this level of remnant national destiny energy would still be quite taxing on his current spiritual energy.

He yawned and took off the Ultraman mask from his face.

The virtual data galaxy before his eyes vanished instantly, and he returned to the small room in Qianlong Residence.

"Bang bang bang!"

The door was being pounded on loudly.

"Advisor Chu! Advisor Chu, are you alright?"

From outside the door came Director Zhang's tearful cries.

Chu Chen rubbed his eyes, jumped off the bed, and shuffled to the door in his slippers.

As soon as the door opened, Director Zhang's pale face loomed right in front of me.

"Advisor Chu! Something terrible has happened! The 'Dragon Vein Project'... has been halted!"

Director Zhang was sweating profusely with anxiety, pointing to the white building not far away.

"I don't know what happened, all the servers inside have stopped! The technician said it's like...like the energy was drained instantly!"

Chu Chen yawned, looking sleepy.

"Oh, I just gave it a system upgrade, it's working now."

"System...upgrade?"

Director Zhang was stunned. This thing could be upgraded like this?

Chu Chen ignored him, put her hands behind her back, walked past him, and looked out of the courtyard.

Yan Zhengqing and several of his men were whispering to each other at the door, their faces beaming with undisguised smugness.

Chu Chen pointed in that direction and said to Director Zhang:

"Ignore that nasty old man; he's just here to cause trouble."

After saying that, he touched his belly.

"Uncle Zhang, I'm a little hungry."

Director Zhang was still reeling from the shock of the "system upgrade".

"Oh? Oh! I'll have the kitchen prepare something for you right away!"

"Need not."

Chu Chen shook his head, then his eyes lit up as he remembered something.

"Do you remember that half-eaten cucumber from last time?"

"I remember, I remember!"

Director Zhang nodded repeatedly; that was a divine dish, how could he forget it?

Chu Chen licked his lips and gave the order with a serious expression:

"Take it out, slice it, add some sugar, and mix it."

"I'm a little tired from fighting just now, I need to replenish my energy."

"fight?"

Director Zhang was even more confused. Weren't you sleeping inside? Who were you fighting with?

But seeing Chu Chen's unquestionable gaze, he dared not ask any more questions and could only run towards the kitchen.

"Okay! I'll be right there!"

Outside the courtyard.

Yan Zhengqing listened to the silence inside for a long time, except for the sound of Director Zhang running around, and the smile on his lips grew wider and wider.

He had someone brew another pot of tea and bring out a chair, then blocked the entrance to Qianlong Residence.

"Team leader, are we just going to wait like this?" one of the subordinates asked, leaning over.

"Wait."

Yan Zhengqing took a sip of hot tea and closed his eyes comfortably.

"They've run out of tricks now. Their servers have burned out. Let's see what magic tricks they'll pull tomorrow."

He even leisurely hummed a revolutionary tune.

"Guard it well, not a single fly can be let out. I want to see where they can conjure up a real dragon for me!"

The men responded with a roar, standing ramrod straight and completely surrounding the Qianlong Residence.

Night was falling.

Yan Zhengqing leaned back in his chair, looking at the moon in the sky, his mind filled with thoughts of how he would speak eloquently in front of the media the next day, exposing the fraud, saving wayward youths, and becoming a shining example of a crusader against fraud in the cultural heritage field.

Unbeknownst to him, the "dragon" he was waiting for had transformed into a small mudfish, reluctantly circling in a child's pocket.