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

Time passed by, second by second.

The atmosphere at the entrance of Qianlong Residence shifted from tense to somewhat anxious.

The sun rose higher and higher, making people's backs feel hot.

The prominent figures from Beijing who came to offer their birthday wishes, who had initially watched the spectacle with great interest, were now becoming restless, gathering in twos and threes and whispering among themselves.

"It's almost eleven o'clock, and there's not a single bird in the sky."

"Team Leader Yan is determined to make things difficult for the little miracle doctor."

"Has the little miracle doctor really messed things up this time?"

Yan Zhengqing sat comfortably in his armchair, holding his large military water bottle, his posture relaxed, as if he were not in a confrontation but sunbathing in a park.

He glanced at his watch; it was 10:50.

He cleared his throat and called out to Lin Jianguo in the courtyard, "Comrade Lin Jianguo, there is one hour and ten minutes left."

"I advise you to turn back now, confess your problems, and strive for leniency."

Lin Jianguo's face was taut, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh.

Commander Zhou patted him on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "Old Lin, don't worry, trust Xiao Chen."

Lin Jianguo took a deep breath and nodded, but his heart was still heavy with anxiety.

He looked toward the threshold.

Chu Chen was still sitting on that small stool, but instead of eating sunflower seeds, he had a lollipop.

He licked it bit by bit, his calves swaying back and forth, as if the hundreds of people and dozens of luxury cars outside the yard had nothing to do with him.

Another half hour passed.

"11:20." Yan Zhengqing's voice rang out again, carrying a hint of barely perceptible smugness.

"Lin Jianguo, look at the sky. It's cloudless and sunny. How does it resemble a dragon?"

"Science is the sole criterion for testing truth!"

The men in black suits behind him stood even straighter.

Chu Chen finished licking the last piece of candy and tossed the bare plastic stick aside.

He jumped off the stool, stretched lazily, and muttered, "Boring."

He walked over to Lin Jianguo and tugged at his sleeve.

"Grandpa, I'm thirsty. Can I come in and have some water?"

Lin Jianguo was upset and subconsciously patted his head: "Go ahead, there's yogurt in the kitchen."

Chu Chen nodded, put his hands behind his back, and swayed as he walked towards the east wing.

Yan Zhengqing glanced at him, a disdainful smirk playing on his lips.

A child is a child; they can't keep up the act anymore.

At the entrance of the east wing, Director Zhang paced back and forth like an ant on a hot pan.

As soon as he saw Chu Chen coming, he immediately went to greet him, lowered his voice, and was so anxious that he was almost crying.

"Consultant Chu! Something terrible has happened! Our internet cafe is completely down! The technician says the motherboard is burnt out and there's no response at all! What are we going to do?!"

Chu Chen looked up at him, her little face full of disdain.

"It's so noisy."

He waved his chubby little hand.

"Get out of here, don't get in my way. I need to change my mom's system skin."

"Huh? System... skin?" Curator Zhang was bewildered by this incomprehensible question.

"Get out." Chu Chen repeated.

Director Zhang was startled. Looking at Chu Chen's calm eyes, for some reason, the burning anxiety in his heart slowly subsided.

He didn't dare ask any more questions, and could only retreat, turning back every few steps, and closing the door behind him.

"Click".

Chu Chen locked the door from the inside.

The room was very quiet.

The tomography scanner that was once covered in runes has now been transformed into a Nine Nether Jade Bed that shimmers with an eerie light.

Lin Xiu lay there quietly, her face serene, as if she were simply asleep.

Chu Chen walked to the bedside and pulled out a small, struggling golden loach from the pocket of his bright red Tang suit.

"Xiao Jin, don't move around."

He offered a comforting remark in a childish voice.

The little golden loach wriggled even more excitedly in his palm, as if it had a premonition of something.

Chu Chen ignored it and reached out his other hand, gently pressing it against his mother Lin Xiu's brow.

He aimed the little golden loach at that spot.

"Go."

A strange thing happened.

The golden loach, composed of pure data and remnants of national destiny, seeped into Lin Xiu's skin the instant it touched her skin, like a drop of water seeping into a sponge, silently penetrating without leaving a ripple.

After doing all this, Chu Chen walked to the strangely shaped monitor connected to the jade bed.

He extended his little finger and tapped the screen lightly.

"Power on."

The screen, which was originally completely black, lit up instantly.

The faint line representing Lin Xiu's vital signs suddenly burst forth after a moment of silence!

The thin line transformed into a dazzling golden galaxy!

Countless incomprehensible golden data streams, like a floodgate opened, surged forth from the source of the Milky Way, washing over every withered and shrunken meridian displayed on the screen!

The room was filled with the low hum of equipment in operation.

……

Outside the courtyard.

"11:59!"

Yan Zhengqing suddenly stood up from the armchair, his voice booming like a bell.

He raised his hand, pointed to his watch, and glanced at everyone present.

Everyone held their breath.

Everyone looked up at the sky without prior arrangement.

The sun was so bright it hurt my eyes.

The sky was completely clear; there wasn't even a single cloud, let alone a dragon.

Lin Jianguo's heart sank to the bottom.

Chief Zhou's brows furrowed into a knot.

Suppressed sighs and whispers began to rise from the crowd.

"It's over, looks like it's really gone."

"Ah, what a pity, I thought I'd really witness a miracle..."

Yan Zhengqing could no longer suppress the smile on his face.

He reveled in the moment when he was the center of attention, and in the sense of victory that came from single-handedly defeating all ignorance.

The second hand has moved to the last tick.

It's exactly twelve o'clock!

"Time's up!"

Yan Zhengqing swung his arm down sharply, like a judge dropping his gavel.

He pointed into the courtyard, full of vigor, his voice echoing throughout the entire Qianlong Residence.

"I hereby declare the betting game over!"

"Lin Jianguo, Chu Chen, you've lost!"

"There is no such thing as a 'dragon'! This is all a carefully planned scam!"

He turned around, faced his men who were standing by in a state of high alert, and with a wave of his hand, gave the final order.

"Men! Charge in!"

"Seize all the illegal equipment inside! Detain the ringleader Lin Jianguo and his accomplice, Curator Zhang!"

"yes!"

Two tall, imposing men in black suits stepped forward like two fierce tigers, charging straight at the door of the east wing.

They raised their large feet, clad in combat boots, and kicked the tightly closed door with all their might.

Lin Jianguo's eyes turned red, and he roared as he rushed forward, shouting, "Don't you dare touch my grandson!"

But it was all too late.

Just as those two feet were about to kick the door apart.

"Thump!"

A muffled thud.

That wasn't the sound of a foot kicking the door.

It was an indescribable, dull, thud, as if it came from the depths of the heart.

An invisible, terrifying pressure suddenly erupted from the east wing!

The expressions on the faces of the two men in black suits, who looked menacing, froze instantly.

They were hit head-on by a speeding truck; before they could even scream, they were sent flying, arcing through the air before crashing heavily to the ground three meters away, instantly losing consciousness.

The other men in black suits behind them were also thrown about by the force, falling to the ground.

The yellow and black warning line was instantly torn to shreds by the violent airflow.

Yan Zhengqing's victorious smile froze.

The entire Qianlong Residence fell into complete silence.

Everyone was terrified by this sudden turn of events.

The dust settled slowly.

The fragile wooden door of the east wing was intact.

In the silence, a childlike voice, tinged with languor and innocence, came clearly from behind the door.

"Who says dragons have to fly in the sky?"