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

The train rattled and clattered for a day and a night before finally coming to a stop with a screech of brakes.

"Passengers, the next station is Beijing Station. Please take your belongings and prepare to disembark."

The sweet female voice on the radio sounded like heavenly music to Old Lady Chen and Chu Erhai.

"We've arrived? We've reached the capital?" Old Mrs. Chen sat up abruptly, her eyes shining, and grabbed the tattered snakeskin bag from under the seat.

Chu Erhai also got excited. He looked out the car window and saw a huge and magnificent building with a huge crowd of people outside, dozens of times more than the people who went to the market in their town.

"Mom! Goodness! This is the capital city?" He stared wide-eyed.

Chu Chen crawled out of Old Mrs. Chen's arms, yawned, and rubbed his eyes with his little hands.

He held the warm jade pendant in his pocket. The spiritual energy that had nourished him overnight had swept away the fatigue in his small body, and he even felt much stronger.

"Get off the bus!" Old Mrs. Chen said, carrying a snakeskin bag in one hand and pulling Chu Chen with the other, afraid that he would get lost in the crowd.

The three of them were pushed and shoved out of the train station by the flow of people.

As soon as I stepped out of the station, a wave of sweltering heat hit me.

On the wide road, brand-new cars whizzed by, honking sounds they had only ever heard on television.

On both sides of the road were tall buildings they had never seen before, each one taller than the last, reaching straight into the sky, their glass windows gleaming in the sun.

Old Mrs. Chen and Chu Erhai were completely dumbfounded.

The two of them looked like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, craning their necks, mouths agape, not knowing where to look.

"My goodness..." Old Mrs. Chen muttered to herself, "How long will it take to build this building..."

Chu Erhai was even more pathetic; he was practically drooling as he watched a red Santana drive by.

"Mom, this vehicle is a hundred times better looking than the village chief's tractor!"

The two stood timidly at the edge of the station square, not daring to step onto the main road, for fear of damaging the clean asphalt road that reflected their images.

Chu Chen looked at the two country bumpkins and shook his head helplessly.

He tugged at Grandma Chen's sleeve: "Grandma, we have to go, it'll be dark soon if we don't leave now."

Grandma Chen then came to her senses. She looked down at her feet, a troubled expression on her face: "My dear grandson, this ground... is it safe to walk on? Won't we have to pay for it if we get it dirty?"

Chu Chen rolled his eyes: "Grandma, you're not walking into the city the right way. You have to walk with your head held high and your chest out, otherwise people will know we're from the countryside and will look down on us. If they look down on us, they'll look down on Grandpa, and if Grandpa gets angry, the gold mine will be gone."

Kingsoft!

It's Kingsoft again!

Grandma Chen straightened her back instantly, the fear on her face vanished, replaced by an inexplicable arrogance.

Yes! Her grandson's maternal grandfather is a high-ranking official in Beijing, what is she afraid of!

She cleared her throat, and mimicking the manner of officials on TV, she put her hands behind her back, strode forward with a haughty and confident air.

Chu Erhai followed suit, slinging the snakeskin bag over his shoulder and puffing out his chest as he followed behind.

"My dear grandson, which way are we going?" Old Mrs. Chen took two steps, then looked lost again.

This capital city is so big, there are roads everywhere, and they all look the same.

Chu Chen pointed with his little finger to a bus stop not far away that had a sign that said "Bus": "Go there and take that big one."

Grandma Chen looked in the direction he pointed and saw a long, box-like car drive up. The doors opened, and a bunch of people got out, and then another bunch of people got on.

"Sit on that? Does it cost money?" she asked softly.

"Yes." Chu Chen said succinctly.

Old Mrs. Chen's face immediately fell: "You want money? Can't we walk there? We'll save the money to buy you meat."

Chu Chen sighed: "Grandma, Mom wrote in her letter that Grandpa's house is in Xicheng, which is dozens of miles away from here. We won't be able to get there even if we walk until dawn."

He added, "Besides, everyone at my grandfather's house drives a car. If we walk there, we'll be covered in sweat and it will be embarrassing for him."

Upon hearing this, Old Mrs. Chen gave in again.

The three arrived at the bus stop, and looking at the densely packed words on the bus stop sign, Old Mrs. Chen and Chu Erhai were completely baffled.

"My dear grandson, what kind of nonsense is written on this? Which bus are we going to take?" Chu Erhai asked.

Chu Chen tilted his head back and pretended to look at it for a long time: "Take bus number 22 for five stops, then transfer to trolleybus number 105."

Grandma Chen and Chu Erhai were both shocked.

"You...how do you know how to read?" Old Mrs. Chen looked at him incredulously.

Chu Chen blinked, looking innocent: "Mom taught me a little bit, and last night, Grandpa appeared in my dream and told me that he was afraid we would get lost, so he showed me the way in my dream."

Another dream!

Grandma Chen and Chu Erhai exchanged a glance, now completely convinced of Chu Chen's words.

That bastard is weird, but he's really useful!

The three of them finally managed to squeeze onto the No. 22 bus.

There weren't many people on the bus. Chu Chen found a window seat and sat down, with Old Lady Chen and Chu Erhai flanking him like two guardian deities.

The bus started moving, and the scenery outside the window changed rapidly.

Skyscrapers are becoming more and more numerous, and shops are becoming more and more impressive.

Old Mrs. Chen and Chu Erhai's mouths never closed.

"My dear grandson, look at that building, it's all glass. Isn't it cold sleeping at night?"

"Mom, look at that woman! Her skirt isn't even as long as my underwear! She's shameless!"

Chu Chen ignored them, his gaze quickly sweeping across the window.

The flower beds and green belts along the roadside appeared to him as clouds of various colors.

In that era, many wild herbs that would later become incredibly valuable were still planted as weeds by the roadside.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

In a corner of a flower bed in a park, he saw an inconspicuous little grass.

The grass had thick leaves and several small purple flowers, surrounded by a pale golden halo.

Ambergris!

And it must be at least fifty years old!

In later generations, this stuff would cost tens of thousands per gram and was one of the main ingredients in making anti-aging pills.

Chu Chen had made up his mind.

After five stops, Chu Chen called for the bus to stop on time.

The three got off the bus and, guided by Chu Chen's "dream," found the bus stop for trolleybus route 105.

By the time they reached the western part of the city, it was completely dark.

The streetlights came on, illuminating the entire city as if it were daytime.

Old Mrs. Chen and Chu Erhai stood at a crossroads, completely lost.

"My dear grandson, where are we staying tonight?" Grandma Chen looked at the endless stream of cars in front of her and felt a little flustered.

Chu Erhai suggested, "Mom, how about we find a bridge hole to sleep under for the night? We can go look for that Jishetang clinic tomorrow."

Grandma Chen thought it made sense and was about to nod when Chu Chen objected.

He plopped down on the ground, his little face hardening: "I don't live under bridges!"

"Why? Because the tunnel is free!" Chu Erhai said.

"Grandpa's family is so rich. If we don't stay in nice places and get all dirty, when we go to their house tomorrow, they'll think we're beggars and won't even let us in!" Chu Chen argued confidently. "It'll be a disgrace to him. If he gets angry, he won't give us the mountain of gold!"

Upon hearing this, Old Lady Chen and Chu Erhai felt that these words were absolutely profound truths!

"Yes! My dear grandson is right! We can't stay under the bridge!" Old Mrs. Chen slapped her thigh. "We have to stay in a hotel! A big, clean one!"

She spoke with great bravado, but her heart was bleeding.

"So... how much does it cost to stay at a hotel?" she asked cautiously.

Chu Chen pointed to a small building not far away with a sign that read "Red Star Guesthouse": "Let's go ask there."

The three entered the guesthouse. A woman in a white shirt, who was knitting, lazily looked up and said, "Looking for a room? A standard room is twelve yuan a night, and a room with a private toilet and hot water is twenty."

twenty!

Old Mrs. Chen gasped in shock; this was enough for her to buy half a pig in the village!

She tried to pull Chu Chen away, but Chu Chen stood still.

"Grandma, we want the one that's twenty! We need to take a bath! We want to be clean and fresh when we see Grandpa tomorrow!"

Old Mrs. Chen's face contorted with heartache, but the thought of Jinshan made her grit her teeth and stamp her foot: "Open it! Open the twenty-yuan one!"

After paying the money and getting the keys, the older woman looked at them as if they were idiots.

Upon entering the room, Chu Erhai looked at the snow-white sheets and touched the independent flush toilet, becoming as excited as a monkey.

Old Mrs. Chen was so distressed that she paced back and forth in the room.

Chu Chen ignored them, closed the door, and said to Grandma Chen, "Grandma, you and Second Uncle go wash up first, I'm going out to buy some food."

"Are you alone?" Old Mrs. Chen asked worriedly.

"Grandpa is watching over me from heaven, I won't get lost." After saying that, Chu Chen opened the door and ran out before they could react.

Relying on his memory, he navigated through various turns and quickly found the park he had seen from the bus.

There weren't many people in the park, so he ran to the flower bed and squatted down.

The ambergris plant stood there quietly, its purple petals gleaming faintly in the night.

Chu Chen carefully dug away the surrounding soil with his hands, pulled up the entire plant by the roots, wrapped it carefully in his handkerchief, and put it in his pocket.

After doing all that, he took another walk around the park.

Soon, he found several inconspicuous "weeds" in another inconspicuous corner.

One of them is the "Paris polyphylla" which can clear heat and detoxify.

There is another clump of Dendrobium officinale, which was later hyped up to an astronomical price.

Chu Chen packed up all the "spoils of war" with satisfaction.

We have the travel expenses, the accommodation fees, and the start-up capital.

He dusted off his hands and was about to turn back when an old voice suddenly rang out from behind him.

"Little friend, why are you playing in the mud so late?"