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

Lin Jianguo's shout was like throwing a block of ice into a boiling pot of oil.

The entire Qianlong Residence erupted in chaos.

The cane in the old commander's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

The military doctors stared wide-eyed, their jaws nearly dislocating.

The celebrities and dignitaries watching the spectacle outside the courtyard craned their necks, like a flock of ducks waiting to be fed.

"He's alive? He's really alive?"

"My God, this isn't just rejuvenation, this is resurrection!"

Lin Jianguo couldn't hear the noise outside at all. Like a madman, he pushed aside the military doctor blocking the door and scrambled into the east wing.

Inside the room, on the cold Nine Nether Jade bed, the woman lying there slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyes were still somewhat vacant, as if veiled by a thin mist, blankly surveying the unfamiliar room and the unfamiliar ceiling.

"Xiuer! My Xiuer!"

Lin Jianguo rushed to the bedside, grabbed his daughter's cold hand, and tears streamed down his face like broken beads.

He was a man over fifty years old, but he cried like a three-hundred-pound child, his face covered in snot and tears.

"dad……?"

Lin Xiu's lips moved, and the sound she made was soft and hoarse, like rusty parts rubbing together.

She looked at the old man in front of her, who was crying uncontrollably and whose hair was half black and half white, her eyes full of confusion.

"Who are you?"

Lin Jianguo's crying stopped abruptly, and he froze on the spot.

Just then, a small figure squeezed in from beside his legs.

Chu Chen looked up, his eyes, which always held a hint of playfulness and maturity, were now brimming with tears, as red as a rabbit's.

His previous aura of domineering authority, as if he could command even grandmasters like woodcutter's servants, vanished without a trace.

Instead, there was a soft, chubby little dumpling that looked like it was about to cry.

"Mother……"

He called out in a childish voice, his tone trembling with grievance.

The word "Mom" made Lin Jianguo's heart tremble, and it also made Lin Xiu on the bed shudder.

Lin Xiu's gaze slowly shifted from Lin Jianguo to Chu Chen's face.

She looked at the little boy in front of her, who was as pretty as a New Year's painting doll, dressed in a festive bright red Tang suit, and her eyes became even more confused.

"And who... are you?"

Lin Jianguo's heart sank, and he was about to explain.

Chu Chen moved.

He burst into tears, threw himself onto the edge of the bed, hugged Lin Xiu's arm, buried his face in the blanket, and rubbed against it skillfully.

Tears and snot were unceremoniously wiped all over the clean quilt.

"Mom, don't you recognize me?"

Chu Chen raised his head and looked at Lin Xiu with his big, watery eyes, sobbing uncontrollably.

"I'm your baby... You've been sleeping for so long, and I've been waiting for you for so long..."

Lin Jianguo listened in stunned silence.

Baby?

When did this kid become a baby?

Looking at the little one crying so heartbreakingly, Lin Xiu felt a gentle touch on the softest part of her heart.

Although she couldn't remember anything, a blood-related instinct prevented her from feeling any aversion to the child.

She weakly raised her hand, wanting to touch Chu Chen's head.

Upon seeing this, Chu Chen immediately switched to his "deception" mode.

He began to tell the story, sobbing intermittently.

"Mom, I was in your tummy when you were asleep."

"Later, Grandpa brought you here, and I... I just crawled out of your belly by myself!"

Lin Jianguo, who was listening nearby, couldn't stop his eyes from twitching.

What is that?

Did it climb out on its own?

Do you think you're Nezha or Sun Wukong?

Chu Chen completely ignored his grandfather's petrified expression and continued his dramatic performance.

"After I was born, I had no milk to drink, so I ate the cucumbers that my grandfather grew."

"If we have no clothes to wear, we'll wear Brother Zhou Tian's old clothes."

"I tell you stories and sing to you every day, praying to the gods in heaven to bless you so you can wake up soon..."

As he spoke, he looked at Lin Xiu pitifully with his big, tear-filled eyes.

"Mom, look, the fairy heard me, you've finally woken up."

"Did you...did you sleep too long and forget about the baby?"

After this series of punches, not only Lin Xiu, whose memory was confused, but even the military doctor standing next to her began to believe it.

Although the story is outrageous, when told by a five-year-old child, coupled with his sincere eyes and gushing tears, it is truly heartbreaking and brings tears to the eyes of anyone who hears it.

Lin Jianguo was completely dumbfounded.

He looked at his grandson and felt an instant sense of unfamiliarity.

This kid... he's wasting his talent not acting.

Lin Xiu's eyes gradually softened from initial confusion.

Looking at Chu Chen's tear-streaked face and his swollen eyes, she felt a sudden pang of pain in her heart.

She doesn't remember ever having a child.

But the scent emanating from this child made her feel incredibly close to him and completely at ease.

"Don't...don't cry..."

Lin Xiu used all her strength to raise her hand and gently wipe away the tears on Chu Chen's face.

Her movements were clumsy and weak, but her gentleness came from instinct.

Chu Chen seized the opportunity and plunged into Lin Xiu's arms.

"Mother!"

He held his mother, whom he had lost and found again, tightly, burying his face in the crook of her neck, greedily inhaling her familiar yet unfamiliar scent.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, Chu Chen's eyes instantly regained their clarity.

He silently probed into Lin Xiu's sea of ​​consciousness with a wisp of divine consciousness so faint it was almost nonexistent.

Lin Xiu's soul was very weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, but it finally stabilized.

Deep within the core of his soul, Chu Chen "saw" a black shadow the size of a fist.

The shadow writhed slowly like a living thing, exuding a cold and gloomy aura, like a stubborn reef, firmly blocking the convergence of most of the fragments of memory.

"So that's how it is..."

Chu Chen understood.

It seems that relying solely on the dragon's energy to prolong life is not enough for Mother to fully recover; this "dirty thing" must be cleared out.

Just then.

"Crackling and popping—"

Suddenly, a deafening sound of firecrackers rang out outside the courtyard.

Immediately following was Zhou Tian's loud cheers.

"Alright! My sister-in-law is awake! Let's set off firecrackers to celebrate!"

……

In the backyard, next to the woodshed.

Yan Zhengqing was seething with anger. He picked up his axe and began chopping firewood with a "duang, duang" sound.

He was a cultured man who wielded a pen; when had he ever done such rough work? He was already panting heavily after only a few strokes.

The sudden sound of firecrackers startled him so much that his hand trembled, and he almost chopped his own foot with the axe.

"What's all the noise about! Can't a person get any work done?!" Yan Zhengqing wiped his sweat and shouted angrily.

Beside them, a figure dressed in coarse cloth clothes, slowly carrying water, stopped.

Zhao Wuji, formerly the master of Xuanyao Valley, is now the head of the outhouse and water carrier at Qianlong Residence.

He glanced at Yan Zhengqing, his eyes filled with a hint of sympathy from someone who had been through it all.

He pulled out two cotton-balled earplugs from his pocket and threw them at Yan Zhengqing's feet.

"New guy, shut up."

Zhao Wuji said expressionlessly.

"Remember, here, if the advisor kills you at midnight, you definitely won't live past dawn."

"Focus on your work, perform well, and strive to be recognized as a model worker as soon as possible; that's the right path."

After saying that, he stuffed two dirty earplugs into his ears, picked up the bucket again, hummed an unknown tune, and swayed away.

"Labor is the most glorious thing..."

Yan Zhengqing looked at the axe in his hand, then at Zhao Wuji's back, and listened to the lively firecrackers in the front yard. He felt that this world was really too magical.