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

Chu Chen was about to tighten the knot in the handkerchief when the voice behind him made him pause.

He slowly turned around.

An old man wearing a gray martial arts uniform, holding two walnuts in his hands, was looking at him with a smile.

The old man had gray hair, but was in good spirits, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Little boy, it's so late, why aren't you home yet? Aren't your parents worried?"

Chu Chen stuffed the wrapped herbs into his pocket, tilted his head up, and looked serious.

"My grandma has smelly feet, so I came out to find some herbs to cure her foot odor."

The old man was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Treat foot odor? You little brat, you know anything about herbs?"

Chu Chen nodded seriously: "My mother taught me."

He brushed the dirt off his pants and stood up.

"Old man, you're blocking my way from gathering herbs."

Upon hearing this, the old man laughed even harder, and he took out a piece of fruit candy from his pocket and handed it over.

"Alright, alright, I won't stop you. It's getting dark, hurry home, don't keep your grandma waiting."

Chu Chen took the candy, said thank you, and turned to run away.

He didn't look back, and his small figure quickly disappeared into the night.

The old man watched him run off into the distance, stroked his beard, and the smile on his face slowly faded.

He looked down at the spot where the child had just squatted. The soil in the flower bed had been disturbed, and an inconspicuous leaf lay nearby.

He bent down, picked up the leaf, and brought it to his nose to smell it.

A unique, refreshing fragrance wafted into my nostrils.

"Ambergris?" The old man's eyes widened suddenly.

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At the guesthouse, Old Mrs. Chen and Chu Erhai had already finished taking a bath.

The hot water washed away the fatigue of the long journey, but it couldn't wash away the anxiety in my heart.

Grandma Chen, wearing ill-fitting pajamas, paced back and forth in the room, muttering to herself.

"Twenty yuan, twenty yuan gone just like that, enough to buy so many kilograms of pork."

Chu Erhai lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, looking utterly hopeless.

He had given up hope on Kingsoft; all he wanted now was to stay away from that little devil.

With a creak, the door opened.

Chu Chen slipped in from outside, carrying an oil paper package in his hand.

"Grandma, I'm home."

The aroma of meat buns instantly filled the entire room.

Grandma Chen's eyes lit up immediately, and she didn't care about the money anymore, snatching the paper package.

"You brat, all you do is waste money!"

She cursed, but her hands moved quickly, grabbing a steaming hot bun and stuffing it into her mouth.

Chu Chen handed the fruit candy to Chu Erhai.

"Second Uncle, here you go."

Chu Erhai looked at the candy and sat up abruptly, not knowing what to do with his hands and feet.

"No...no...Second Uncle won't eat, you eat, you eat."

Now, he feels that anything Chu Chen gives him is poisoned.

Chu Chen didn't force him. He unwrapped the candy, put it in his mouth, and then climbed into bed.

"Grandma, we're going to Jishetang first thing tomorrow morning."

"Okay, okay!" Old Mrs. Chen mumbled, her mouth full of steamed buns.

The next day, just as dawn broke.

Old Mrs. Chen then pulled Chu Chen and Chu Erhai out of bed.

She put on the only unpatched garment in the snakeskin bag and tidied Chu Chen up completely.

"Let's go! Let's find Gold Mountain!"

The three checked out of the room and, following Chu Chen's "dream guidance," boarded the bus once again.

This time, the car swayed and bumped its way towards the real city center.

When the three gilded characters "Jishetang" came into view, Old Lady Chen and Chu Erhai were completely unable to move.

This is hardly a pharmacy!

The vermilion gate was flanked by two imposing stone lions, each taller than a person, and the plaque hanging above the gate gleamed golden in the morning light.

The high threshold, polished to a shine, reflects a person's image.

"Good heavens...this...this is the imperial palace, isn't it?" Chu Erhai's mouth was agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

Old Mrs. Chen's breathing became heavy, her eyes fixed on the gold-lettered signboard, as if she could already see countless gold bars beckoning to her.

"We've struck it rich! We've struck it rich! This time we're really going to strike it rich!"

She grabbed Chu Chen, took a deep breath, and was about to step over the high threshold.

"Go! Go! Go!"

Suddenly, a worn-out broom was placed in front of them.

A young man in his early twenties, wearing a blue cloth jacket, was holding a broom and looking at them with disgust.

"Where did this beggar come from! Go beg elsewhere, don't dirty the facade of our Jishetang!"

The young man looked at them as if they were three rats crawling out of a stinking ditch.

Old Mrs. Chen's face instantly turned a deep liver color.

The anger I felt at the train station yesterday, and my longing for Jinshan, instantly turned into rage.

"You snobbish bastard! Who are you calling a beggar?!"

She shoved the broom aside, put her hands on her hips, and started cursing.

"Open your dog eyes and see clearly! I'm your employer's in-law! I'm here to enjoy a life of luxury! You little punk, how dare you stop me?"

The young waiter was taken aback by her outburst, then chuckled.

"In-laws? With your kind of behavior?"

He looked Chen Laotai up and down, her faded old clothes and Chu Erhai's tattered snakeskin bag, and his smile became even more disdainful.

"Hey, ma'am, are you still dreaming? Our master's surname is Lin, and he's a big shot in the capital. How could he possibly have poor relatives like you?"

Passersby had already stopped to watch the spectacle.

"Is this old lady obsessed with money?"

"In-laws? That's hilarious! They should take a good look at themselves in the mirror."

Hearing the laughter around her, Old Mrs. Chen's face turned pale and then red. She sat down on the ground and began to slap her thighs and wail loudly.

"This is outrageous! My poor daughter! She hasn't had a single good day since marrying into our family. Now that her son has come back to acknowledge his family, she's being bullied by a servant!"

"Lin Jianguo! You old bastard! Come out here! If you don't come out, I'll die right here in front of your house today!"

Her tantrum attracted even more onlookers, completely blocking the entrance to Jishetang.

The young waiter's face also darkened; he hadn't expected the old woman to be so difficult to deal with.

"You old bastard! If you don't leave, I'll call the police!"

Chu Erhai was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he grabbed Old Lady Chen's arm.

"Mom, Mom, let's... let's go, stop making a fuss."

"Leave my ass!" Old Mrs. Chen shoved him away. "Nobody's leaving until they see Lin Jianguo today!"

Just as the scene was in chaos, Chu Chen, who had been silent all along, made a move.

He didn't cry or make a scene.

He simply bent down and picked up a piece of pebbles from the ground.

Then, he took his short legs and walked step by step to the majestic stone lion.

Everyone was watching the strange little boy.

The waiter noticed him too, and when he saw him walking towards the stone lion, he immediately became anxious.

"You little brat! What do you think you're doing! Do you think you can just touch that stone lion like that?!"

He threw down the broom, rushed over in a few steps, and raised his hand to hit Chu Chen on the head.

Chu Chen slowly raised his head, holding the sharp stone piece in his hand, and gestured with it on the stone lion's thigh.

His eyes lacked the innocence or fear that a five-year-old child should have.

In those dark eyes was a chilling calm that pierced the heart.

"This stone lion is the treasure of your Jishetang."

His voice was childish, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"The jade was taken from a single piece of green jade on the sunny side of Kunlun Mountain. It was blessed by an old immortal from Nanhua Temple and arranged in a feng shui pattern of 'Golden Dragon Coiling Around a Pillar' to bless your Jishetang with a hundred years of prosperous fortune and everlasting business."

The young man's raised hand froze in mid-air.

The surrounding noise also came to an abrupt halt.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the eloquent baby.

Chu Chen's small hand held the stone shard and gently ran it across the smooth jade, leaving a barely audible "sizzle" sound.

"As soon as I made that stroke, the dragon's mouth veered off course, and once the dragon's mouth veered off course, the dragon's energy dissipated."

He looked up at the completely dumbfounded young man and asked, word by word.

"Can a mere employee like you bear the consequences?"