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

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?"

The young man's face turned from red to white, then from white to green, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

He was just a new apprentice who only knew that lions were precious, but he didn't know anything about Kunlun jade or golden dragons coiled around pillars.

But the child spoke with such conviction and composure that it was suffocating him.

The onlookers were in an uproar.

"My God, is this kid telling the truth?"

"That sounds kind of scary, Kunlun Mountain, Nanhua Temple..."

"Never mind whether it's true or not, if he gets cut and something happens, won't that young man be skinned alive?"

Grandma Chen was stunned. She was prepared to roll around on the ground a few times, but her grandson's actions stunned the audience.

She scrambled to her feet, dusted herself off, and stood ramrod straight.

"Did you hear that?! That's what my grandson said! Can you handle the consequences?"

She rushed to Chu Chen's side in three quick steps, shielding him behind her, hands on her hips, and resumed her "God of War" stance.

"Let me tell you! My grandson inherited his grandfather's skills! His grandfather is Lin Jianguo! The owner of your Jishetang! If you dare to look down on us again and delay our family reunion, once we're in charge, the first thing we'll do is kick you out, you little bastard!"

Her words, coupled with Chu Chen's earth-shattering remarks just now, carried a completely different weight.

The young man's legs began to tremble.

Just then, a commotion broke out in the lobby.

"Incompetent doctors! Everyone at Jishetang is an incompetent doctor! Refund! You must get your money back!"

A middle-aged fat man with a large belly, wearing a silk shirt, was pointing his finger at an old man with a white beard and cursing loudly.

He was followed by two burly bodyguards who looked like men to be trifled with.

"After taking your medicine, my illness not only didn't get better, it got worse! I can barely breathe today! Are you selling medicine or drugs?!"

The white-bearded old man was Wang Dequan, the eldest apprentice of Jishetang and the current resident doctor.

He was sweating profusely from the scolding and kept bowing.

"Mr. Li, please calm down. This prescription was written by my master himself, there's absolutely no problem. Your illness is chronic, it needs to be treated slowly. Perhaps... perhaps you haven't been resting well these past few days?"

"Bullshit!" Boss Li slammed his hand on the counter, making the abacus jump. "I've been eating the finest delicacies these past few days, sleeping in until I naturally wake up! It's all because of your medicine that I'm like this! If you don't give me an explanation today, I'll smash up this lousy shop!"

The atmosphere in the lobby instantly became tense.

The young man at the door couldn't care less about Chu Chen and the others and rushed inside to help.

"Master, Master, what should we do?"

When Old Mrs. Chen saw this scene, her heart skipped a beat.

"My dear grandson, this...this shop looks like it's going to close down?" She tugged at Chu Chen's sleeve, lowering her voice, "Is our gold mine going to disappear? Should we...run away quickly?"

Chu Erhai was so frightened that his face turned pale. He grabbed Old Lady Chen's other hand and trembled softly.

"Mom, yes, yes, let's go! Those two behind that fat guy look like they could kill a bull! Let's not get involved!"

Chu Chen ignored the two cowards.

His gaze swept through the crowd and landed on Mr. Li, who was panting heavily.

The old man, Mr. Li, had a flushed face and short breaths, seemingly suffering from a sudden attack of anger. However, under Chu Chen's divine sense, a hot medicinal energy and a cold energy were clashing within him, blocking his middle burner.

Chu Chen broke free from Old Lady Chen's hand, took short strides, and walked directly across the high threshold.

"Oh! My dear grandson! Where are you going!" Old Mrs. Chen stamped her feet anxiously.

Chu Chen walked through the crowd and stood in front of the counter.

He was too short; even on tiptoe, he could only reach halfway up the counter.

"You're not sick."

His clear voice, though not loud, was like a pebble thrown into a boiling oil pan, instantly silencing the entire hall.

Everyone looked at the tiny figure that had suddenly appeared.

Boss Li looked down at the little kid who wasn't even as tall as his own legs, and laughed in exasperation.

"Where did this little brat come from? Get out of the way! Adults are talking, kids shouldn't interrupt!"

Wang Dequan frowned, about to reprimand him.

Chu Chen looked up at the fat man and continued speaking.

"This isn't an illness; you've made yourself sick by taking incompatible tonics and taking the wrong supplements."

He paused, sniffed the air with his little nose, as if he had smelled something.

"Mr. Wang prescribed you a ginseng soup to nourish your vital energy."

"But these past few days, haven't you been eating radishes with every meal?"

These words shocked everyone present.

The anger on Boss Li's face froze instantly, his eyes widened like copper bells, and his mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg.

"How...how did you know?"

He has indeed become obsessed with the new radish and pork rib stew his chef made these past few days. He finds it refreshing and appetizing, and eats it every day.

Wang Dequan was also taken aback. He was so focused on the prescription that he forgot to ask the patient about dietary restrictions in his haste!

Ginseng greatly replenishes vital energy, while radish seeds (or radishes) disrupt it. When consumed together, their effects clash, causing mild abdominal bloating and discomfort, or severe disruption of qi and blood, as if inviting illness where none exists!

This is the most basic common sense in medical theory. He has been practicing medicine for decades, yet he made such a basic mistake today!

Chu Chen put his hands behind his back, explaining in a childish voice like a little adult.

"Ginseng with radish seeds, and you're going to report to the King of Hell. You're just lucky you have a strong constitution; someone with a weaker constitution would already be ready to feast."

His words were both sarcastic and blunt.

"Amazing! Amazing! This kid is amazing!" Boss Li looked at Chu Chen, his eyes filled with shock and lingering fear.

He touched his still-suffocating chest; if he ate like this for two more days…

The surrounding people also came to their senses, and their gazes towards Chu Chen completely changed.

"My God! Is this kid a child prodigy?"

"He pinpointed the root of the problem in just a few words!"

"Even more powerful than that white-bearded old man!"

Wang Dequan's old face turned a deep shade of liver, he was so ashamed he wanted to disappear.

He, an old gentleman who had been sitting in the office for decades, was actually taught a lesson in front of everyone by a little baby.

Grandma Chen and Chu Erhai were also stunned.

After a brief moment of shock, Grandma Chen straightened her back straighter than a telephone pole!

She pushed through the crowd, strode in, and scooped Chu Chen up in her arms, lifting him high as if displaying a rare treasure.

"See that?! Everyone see that?! That's my grandson!"

She raised her voice, her face full of smugness and pride, her voice echoing throughout the entire Jishetang.

"I told you long ago! My grandson inherited his grandfather's true skills! Even the Dragon King has to use his body to manifest his power! You blind fools, you even tried to kick us out just now?"

"With your level of skill, even a hundred years from now, you won't be as good as one of my grandson's fingers!"

Holding Chu Chen, she walked to the plaque that read "Jishetang" (meaning "Hall of Salvation"), raised her chin high, and surveyed the entire scene with a disdainful look.

"From today onwards, you all need to remember this!"

"He, Chu Chen, is the future master of Jishetang!"