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

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Lin Jianguo took out his brand-new Zhongshan suit, which he had kept hidden away, and ironed it carefully, even fastening the top button meticulously.

Today is his grandson's fifth birthday, and also the most important day since Qianlongju opened.

He hummed a little tune and walked briskly out of the room, ready to check on the preparation of the longevity peaches and longevity noodles in the kitchen.

But the moment he stepped into the yard, the smile on his face froze.

At some point, a glaring yellow and black police tape had been put up at the imposing entrance of Qianlong Residence.

Outside the cordon, Yan Zhengqing moved a grand chair and sat upright, holding a large military water bottle in his hands. Behind him stood a row of men in black suits, each with a blank expression, like door gods.

"Yan Zhengqing, what do you mean by this!" Lin Jianguo's anger flared up instantly.

Yan Zhengqing slowly unscrewed the kettle lid, blew on the steam, and didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Comrade Lin Jianguo, please watch your words."

"We are protecting the crime scene to prevent suspects from moving evidence or destroying it."

Lin Jianguo was so angry at his indifferent attitude that he trembled all over.

"It's my grandson's birthday today, what's with you blocking the door?!"

Yan Zhengqing then looked up at him, his eyes filled with pity.

"A birthday celebration? I think you're just trying to use this as an opportunity to engage in large-scale feudal superstitious activities, aren't you?"

"I am saving you, and I am also saving that ignorant child who has been poisoned by you."

Just as the two were facing off, the street outside Qianlong Residence began to bustle with activity.

Luxury cars arrived one after another from all directions, quickly forming a long line that stretched as far as the eye could see at the entrance.

Leading the way was an extremely flashy gold Rolls-Royce.

The car door opened, and Liu Dabiao, a coal mine owner wearing a mink coat and a large gold chain around his neck, stepped out with a beer belly sticking out.

He was followed by four bodyguards carrying a huge object, more than a meter tall, covered with a red cloth.

"Make way! Make way!"

Liu Dabiao shouted at the top of his lungs, "I'm here to celebrate my grandson's... no, my little ancestor's birthday!"

The man in the black suit standing guard at the cordon reached out and stopped him.

"Excuse me, sir, this is a business area and entry is prohibited."

Liu Dabiao's eyes widened. "Official business? What official business could be more important than my birthday celebration for the little miracle doctor?"

With a wave of his hand, the bodyguard immediately lifted the red cloth.

It was so dazzling that it almost blinded those around it.

It was a giant peach made of pure gold, standing a full meter tall.

"See that? It's pure gold! Isn't that enough sincerity?" Liu Dabiao patted the gold peach, making a dull sound.

Yan Zhengqing stood up from his chair, walked up to him, looked him up and down, his face full of disdain.

"Utterly vulgar."

"Who are you calling vulgar?" Liu Dabiao's temper flared up as well.

"Vulgarity built on money is precisely the best proof of spiritual poverty." Yan Zhengqing pushed up his glasses. "People like you are the best breeding ground for feudal dregs."

He pointed to the golden peach, speaking with righteous indignation.

"Let me tell you, even if you bring a mountain of gold, you won't be able to step through this door today, let alone carry a golden peach!"

The two were arguing fiercely at the gate, one calling the other an old-fashioned relic and the other a nouveau riche.

And the one who started all of this, Chu Chen, was sitting on a small stool on the threshold of Qianlong Residence.

He was wearing a rather ill-fitting bright red Tang suit, cracking sunflower seeds as he watched the play with great interest.

"Uncle Biao," he called out to the outside.

Liu Dabiao, who was exchanging insults with Yan Zhengqing, immediately stopped when he heard the call and his face was full of smiles.

"Oh, little miracle doctor! Look, this stubborn old man won't let me in!"

Chu Chen spat the sunflower seed shells aside and spoke lazily.

"Uncle Biao, leave the money, you can go now."

Liu Dabiao was taken aback for a moment, then realized what he meant and his smile widened.

"Alright! Just you wait and see!"

Without saying a word, he waved to the two bodyguards behind him.

"What are you all standing there for! Throw the longevity peaches in for the little miracle doctor!"

The two bodyguards exerted all their strength, and with a shout of "Heave-ho!", they lifted the several-hundred-pound golden peach, passed over the crowd, and threw it forcefully over the wall into the courtyard.

With a muffled thud, the golden peach landed on the grass, sinking halfway into it.

"Little miracle doctor, please accept this! I'll make you an even bigger one later!" Liu Dabiao shouted from across the wall.

Yan Zhengqing looked at the huge gold nugget in the yard, then at Liu Dabiao's smug face, and his face turned green with anger. His hand, pointing at Liu Dabiao, trembled uncontrollably.

"You...you're openly offering bribes! You're blatantly disregarding the law!"

Just then, several military green jeeps roared over and came to a steady stop on the side of the road.

With Li Weiguo's help, the old leader Zhou walked down the steps in high spirits.

Behind him was an entire company of guards.

When Yan Zhengqing saw Chief Zhou, his expression changed slightly, but he still braced himself and went to greet him.

"Mr. Zhou, what brings you here?"

Chief Zhou glanced at the police tape at the entrance and frowned.

"I'm here to celebrate the birthday of my most valued friend, Team Leader Yan, what are you up to?"

Yan Zhengqing took out the "Cultural Relics Inspection Order" from his pocket and held it horizontally in front of him.

"Mr. Zhou, it is my duty, I cannot comply."

"I suspect an unprecedented antique fraud is taking place here. Until the truth comes out, no unauthorized personnel are allowed inside!"

His words effectively labeled all the dignitaries who came to offer their birthday wishes as "unnecessary people."

Chief Zhou's face also darkened.

Yan Zhengqing is notoriously stubborn and inflexible, but with this imperial sword in hand, no one can really do anything to him now.

The two sides reached a stalemate.

After Chu Chen finished eating the last sunflower seed, he patted the crumbs off his hands and stood up from the stool.

He swayed and walked up to Yan Zhengqing, tilting his little face up.

"Ugh, this is boring."

He sighed, like a little adult.

"Uncle, if you admit defeat now, I can arrange an easier job for you."

Chu Chen looked at him intently.

"For example, how about you go and brush the backs of our turtles?"

Yan Zhengqing's lips twitched, and he let out a cold snort.

"You're so quick-witted! Let's see how long you can keep up your stubbornness!"

He raised his wrist and glanced at the time on his watch.

"It's 10 a.m. now, and there are still two hours until our agreed noon time of 12 p.m.

"I'll be waiting."

After Yan Zhengqing finished speaking, he sat back down in his armchair, picked up the kettle, closed his eyes, and looked calm and composed.

He firmly believed that truth and science were on his side.