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

Old Mrs. Chen's loud voice echoed back and forth on the beams of Jishetang, making people's ears ring.

She lifted Chu Chen into the air, as if holding up a victory flag.

Having his true nature exposed, Boss Li no longer looked at Chu Chen as if he were looking at a child, but as if he were looking at a living Buddha.

The doctor, Wang Dequan, blushed and then turned pale, wishing he could disappear into the ground. He had lost face beyond measure.

"What's all this noise about! This is outrageous!"

A loud and forceful rebuke came from the inner room.

The crowd parted to make way, and a man in his forties with fair skin, dressed in a dark silk shirt, stepped out.

He was followed by two men, who were clearly in charge.

The man's gaze swept across the chaotic scene in the lobby, and he saw traces of a tantrum rolling on the floor. His brows furrowed into a deep frown.

Old Mrs. Chen had sharp eyes. Seeing that this person was dressed better than anyone else, she immediately put Chu Chen down.

She rushed over, took three steps at a time, pulled out the crumpled letter and black-and-white photo from her bosom, and shoved them directly into the man's face.

"So you're in charge? Open your eyes and look carefully! This is a letter from my daughter, Lin Xiu, and this is a photo of her father, Lin Jianguo!"

"We're here to reunite with our relatives! We're not begging!"

The man was Lin Fu, the head manager of Jishetang and a distant nephew of Lin Jianguo.

He was so annoyed by the rebuke that he took half a step back and reluctantly accepted the photo.

His pupils contracted slightly when his gaze fell on the sharp-eyed old man in the photograph.

Turning the book over to the other side, he saw the familiar, delicate handwriting. His fingers clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white.

My aunt's handwriting!

The old man had been searching for his aunt for decades, but she had never been heard from again. It turned out that she had actually left behind descendants.

Lin Fu raised his head and looked at the three poor, rustic relatives in front of him. A flash of disgust crossed his eyes, which was replaced by a gloomy expression.

The old man is seriously ill and looks like he's about to pass away.

The Lin family members are so fiercely competing and fighting each other for this family business that they're practically driven to madness.

As a member of a collateral branch, he spent half his life finally reaching the position of head manager, just waiting for the old man to pass away so that he could join forces with his uncles to divide up the lucrative Jishetang business.

But at this crucial juncture, a legitimate heir suddenly appears.

Lin Fu's mind raced, and the gloom on his face was instantly replaced by an overly enthusiastic smile.

"Oh dear, oh dear!"

He slapped his thigh, his voice tinged with excitement and a sob.

"It turns out Aunt Xiu's child has returned! What a wonderful, wonderful thing!"

He grabbed Old Mrs. Chen's rough hand and shook it as if they were reunited with a loved one.

"You must be my great-aunt! I'm so bad at recognizing people! Please come in! Please come in!"

Grandma Chen was taken aback by his 360-degree turn, and then straightened her back.

That's more like it!

Lin Fu turned around, his smile vanished, and he launched into a tirade against Wang Dequan and the young waiter.

"Are you two dead?! Can't you see?! Your Highness and Young Master have arrived, and this is how you treat your distinguished guests? Get over here right now and apologize to them!"

The young waiter was so frightened that his legs went weak and he knelt down with a thud.

"Grandma, spare me! Young Master, spare me! I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness!"

Wang Dequan was also filled with shame, and bowed deeply to Old Lady Chen and Chu Chen.

Old Mrs. Chen had never been treated like this in her life; she was practically strutting around with pride.

She snorted and, imitating the Empress Dowager on TV, head held high, hands behind her back, and gaited in a pigeon-toed manner as she walked into the inner hall.

"At least you guys have some sense!"

Chu Erhai, taking advantage of the situation, slung the snakeskin bag over his shoulder, puffed out his chest, and followed behind, feeling that he had reached the pinnacle of his life.

Chu Chen was the last to arrive. He looked at Lin Fu's face, which was creased with laughter, and at his eyes, where the laughter didn't reach his eyes at all.

Something's off about this person.

Lin Fu warmly led the three into the inner hall, through several corridors, and finally stopped in front of a secluded courtyard.

Although the courtyard was relatively clean, it was noticeably quieter and more dilapidated compared to the magnificent main hall in front.

"Grandma, look, this courtyard is so peaceful. You and the young master must be tired from your journey, so please rest here for now."

Lin Fu rubbed his hands together, explaining with a troubled expression.

"To be honest, the old man... caught a cold a while ago and hasn't been feeling well. He's resting in the backyard and it's really inconvenient for him to receive guests. As soon as he recovers, I'll take you and the young master over!"

Upon hearing that the old man was ill and that she couldn't see him in person immediately, Mrs. Chen was a little unhappy.

But the thought of moving into this mansion soon made him put up with it.

"Alright! Then hurry up and get us something good to eat! My eldest grandson is very precious; you can't afford to let him go hungry!"

"Definitely, definitely!" Lin Fu nodded and bowed as he left.

It was evening.

Several maids filed in, carrying food boxes.

The octagonal table was instantly filled with a dazzling array of dishes.

The roast chicken was glistening with oil, as were the braised pork belly, the steamed sea bass, and a bowl of chicken soup that exuded a rich aroma.

Grandma Chen and Chu Erhai stared wide-eyed.

This immense wealth and privilege, has it finally come to me?

Grandma Chen was so excited that she kept rubbing her hands together, and she grabbed her chopsticks to pick up the biggest chicken leg.

Chu Erhai was even more pathetic, his drool almost dripping onto the table.

"etc."

Chu Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it made both of them stop what they were doing.

He slid off the chair, walked to the table, and sniffed the air with his little nose.

Then, he reached out his little hand, picked up a grain of rice from the plate, and smelled it under his nose.

"This food was laced with sleeping pills."

He said this calmly and casually threw the grain of rice on the ground.

"What?" Old Mrs. Chen's chopsticks clattered onto the table.

Chu Erhai was so startled that he jumped back, almost tipping the chair over.

"What nonsense are you spouting, you little bastard!"

Grandma Chen snapped out of her daze, slammed her hand on the table, her face full of anger and disbelief.

"Such good food, I think you're deliberately trying to prevent us from eating it!"

Chu Chen raised his head and looked at her, his eyes calm.

"This medicine is made from datura flowers and soapberry. It is colorless and odorless, but it has a very faint sweet and fishy smell. If a person takes it, they will fall into a deep sleep within half an hour and they will not be able to wake up even if the sky falls."

As the God of Medicine, he had seen all kinds of poisons and narcotics within the Three Realms.

These mundane tricks were as obvious to him as fireflies in the dark.

Old Mrs. Chen and Chu Erhai's faces turned pale instantly.

They remembered the candy the woman trafficker had given them on the train...

"Then...what do we do? They're trying to harm us!" Chu Erhai asked, his voice trembling. "Quickly...quickly dump all this stuff!"

"It collapsed?" Chu Chen shook his head. "If it collapsed, doesn't that just tell them we've already found it?"

He glanced around at the food on the table, then looked at the terrified Old Mrs. Chen and Chu Erhai.

"eat."

He only said one word.

"What?! Eat?!" Chu Erhai thought he had misheard. "You're telling us to eat poison? Are you crazy?!"

Old Mrs. Chen pointed at Chu Chen, trembling with rage: "You little bastard, are you trying to kill us both so you can take all the family fortune for yourself?!"

Chu Chen sighed, looking at the two fools as if they were idiots.

"This dosage won't kill you. You two eat meager meals every day, so you're both quite robust. At most, you'll just sleep a little more soundly."

He paused, a coldness beyond his years appearing on his young face.

"If we don't eat, how can we act? If we don't act, how can we lure the snake out of its hole?"

"I don't care! I won't eat!" Chu Erhai shook his head like a rattle drum.

Chu Chen walked slowly to him with her hands behind her back.

"Second Uncle, if you don't eat, I'll run into the yard right now and shout that you're poisoning the food and trying to murder the Lin family's only heir."

Chu Erhai's face was worse than if he were dead.

Looking into Chu Chen's dark eyes, Old Mrs. Chen felt a chill creep up from the soles of her feet.

Finally, under Chu Chen's watchful eye, the two of them, with long faces and a death-defying resolve, ate most of the food on the table.

Within half an hour, the medicine took effect.

Grandma Chen and Chu Erhai swayed and fell onto the bed, snoring loudly.

Chu Chen also pretended to be dizzy, slumped over the table, and "slept".

Late at night.

Moonlight streamed through the windowpane, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

"Squeak—"

The door was pushed open silently.

A dark figure crouched low and slipped in silently.

The shadowy figure first went to the bedside and checked the breathing of Old Mrs. Chen and Chu Erhai to confirm that they were fast asleep.

Then he turned and walked toward Chu Chen, who was slumped over the table.

His goal was the letter and photograph that could prove his identity!

The shadowy figure stealthily began to search Old Mrs. Chen's body, trying to find the keepsake.

Just as he was facing away from the table, intently searching...

Chu Chen, who had been lying motionless on the table, suddenly opened his eyes.

In the darkness, those eyes shone with an eerie light.

Like a hunting cat, he silently slid off the chair and pulled out a silver needle that he had casually hidden on the train.

He stood on tiptoe and swiftly and accurately stabbed a certain acupoint on the lower back of the dark figure!

The shadowy figure's body stiffened abruptly.

He tried to call out but found he couldn't make a sound.

Immediately afterwards, a strange sensation spread throughout my body from the spot where I had been stabbed.

He began to convulse uncontrollably, his mouth opening to let out a suppressed, strange laugh.

"Pfft... Heh... Hehe..."

The laughter grew louder and more out of control.

"Haha...hahahaha...I...I can't control myself...hahahahahaha!"

A sharp and eerie burst of maniacal laughter suddenly erupted in the silent night, echoing throughout the entire Lin family compound.