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

"Hahahaha... Help... Haha... I can't stop... Hahahaha!"

A sharp, distorted laugh ripped through the night in the Lin family compound like a dagger.

Immediately afterwards, with a few loud "bangs," the lights in several surrounding courtyards turned on one after another.

"What's going on!"

"Is it haunted?"

The sounds of hurried footsteps and shouts grew louder as they approached, quickly encircling the secluded courtyard.

Lin Fu kicked open the courtyard gate, and when he saw the scene inside, his face turned green.

His trusted confidant, whom he had sent to steal the goods, was lying on the ground, his limbs twitching like a shrimp that had been brought ashore, laughing incessantly, tears and snot streaming down his face.

Meanwhile, the two adults of the three poor relatives from the countryside were sleeping soundly in bed, snoring loudly.

The five-year-old child stood perfectly fine on the ground, tilting his head and looking innocently at the man convulsing on the ground.

"Shopkeeper... help me... hahaha... I don't want to laugh either..." the person on the ground cried for help while convulsing.

"waste!"

Lin Fu was so angry that his chest ached. He could tell at a glance that this matter was definitely related to that brat.

Just as he was about to lash out, an even bigger commotion erupted outside the courtyard.

"Grandpa! What brings you out here!"

"Quick! Help the old man up! The ground is cold!"

Lin Fu's heart skipped a beat. He turned around and saw an old man with completely white hair and a withered body being supported by two servants as he walked over shakily.

Although the old man looked sickly, his cloudy eyes revealed a sharp, authoritative presence.

It was Lin Jianguo, the pillar of Jishetang.

"Fu'er, what kind of behavior is this, making such a racket in the middle of the night!" Lin Jianguo's voice was hoarse, weak from a long illness, but it instantly silenced the entire courtyard.

Seeing that the old man had been alarmed, Lin Fu's eyes lit up, and he decided to play the villain by accusing the other way around.

He walked a few steps to Lin Jianguo, knelt down with a thud, pointed at Chu Chen in the courtyard, and burst into tears.

"Old man! It's all my fault! I was blind and let the wolf into the house!"

"These three swindlers from the countryside aren't Aunt Xiu's family at all! They're here to cheat people out of money! They were trying to poison the food, but my men discovered them, so they resorted to underhanded tactics to harm people and also tried to steal things!"

His words threw all the dirty water on him.

Even the soundly sleeping Grandma Chen and Chu Erhai were awakened by the commotion.

The two sat up groggily, looking at the people in the yard, Lin Fu kneeling on the ground, and the incomparably dignified Lin Jianguo, their minds went completely blank.

"Father-in-law...?" Old Mrs. Chen called out tentatively.

Lin Jianguo gave her a cold glance, a look that made her swallow the rest of her words.

Grandma Chen panicked completely.

Looking at the scene before her and hearing Lin Fu's words, she was terrified.

Poisoning? Stealing? These are capital offenses!

Her gaze fell on Chu Chen, who stood calmly to the side, and the instinct for survival instantly overwhelmed everything.

She scrambled off the bed and knelt down in front of Lin Jianguo, pointing at Chu Chen and wailing.

"Grandpa! It's not our fault! It's all his fault! It was all that little brat's doing!"

"My daughter and I know nothing! He insisted on coming to the capital, he instigated us to come and claim our relatives! He's the one who fed us! It was all his doing! We're innocent!"

Chu Erhai also realized what was happening and knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, yes! Grandpa, you're so perceptive! We're just two honest, simple farmers, we don't know anything, it was this little brat who was behind it all!"

In an instant, all the blame was directed at the thin, small boy standing in the middle of the courtyard, wearing ill-fitting old clothes.

Lin Jianguo's murky gaze also fell on Chu Chen.

Chu Chen did not cry, nor did he kneel down and beg for mercy like Old Lady Chen and the others.

He simply raised his head, met Lin Jianguo's gaze, and then, with his short legs, walked step by step to the old man.

He was neither humble nor arrogant, and his voice was clear and crisp.

Grandpa.

The word "Grandpa" sent a shiver down Lin Jianguo's spine.

Chu Chen took out the letter and the yellowed photograph from his pocket and handed them over with both hands.

"My mother's name is Lin Xiu, and she says you are her father."

The man next to Lin Jianguo took the item and presented it to him.

When Lin Jianguo saw his own sharp-eyed, spirited self in the photo, and then saw the familiar, tear-stained, delicate handwriting on the back, his withered hands trembled violently.

"Xiuer... my Xiuer..."

Two lines of tears rolled down his wrinkled face.

"It's fake! It's definitely fake!" Lin Fu shrieked from the side. "Grandpa, don't believe it! There are tons of fakes being made these days!"

Chu Chen ignored him.

He then pulled something out of his tattered trouser pocket.

The jade pendant, strung on a red cord, was entirely emerald green, warm and translucent.

"Mom said this was a gift you gave to an old man surnamed Zhou. She said that once you see this, you'll understand everything."

When the jade pendant appeared before everyone, Lin Fu's face turned deathly pale.

Lin Jianguo, as if struck by lightning, stared intently at the jade pendant, his breath catching in his throat.

"Stabilizing...Stabilizing Jade..."

This jade pendant was a gift he personally gave to his closest friend, the highly decorated Commander Zhou, thirty years ago!

A few days ago, the Zhou family sent someone to inquire, saying that the old leader had suddenly fallen ill on the train and was saved by an unknown young doctor. In the chaos, his personal jade pendant went missing.

I never expected to see it here!

Lin Jianguo could no longer hold on. He pushed away the servants who were helping him, staggered to Chu Chen, and squatted down.

He reached out his trembling hand, wanting to touch Chu Chen's face, but dared not.

He looked closely at Chu Chen's eyebrows and eyes, those dark eyes, that upturned nose, they were just like Xiu'er when she was a child!

"So alike...so very alike..."

"You are my grandson...you are my own grandson!"

Lin Jianguo hugged Chu Chen tightly, and the longing and guilt that had been suppressed for decades finally erupted at this moment, and he cried like a child.

The entire room fell silent.

No one doubted the child's identity anymore.

Old Mrs. Chen and Chu Erhai, who were kneeling on the ground, had tears in their eyes as they watched this scene.

After a brief period of fear came boundless ecstasy!

I accept it! I really accept it!

Grandma Chen scrambled to her feet, forgetting all about crying, and her face instantly lit up with a chrysanthemum-like smile as she moved closer.

"Oh my! Father-in-law! You've finally accepted it!"

"Our Xiuer had a hard life; she passed away early, leaving behind this only child. My son and I have raised him with great difficulty, changing his diapers and feeding him every drop of urine and feces, hoping that one day we can return him safely to you!"

Chu Erhai also got up, wiped his nose, and smiled broadly.

"Yes, yes! Father-in-law! Look, we've emptied our savings just to send the child back. The expenses on the journey, and the child support payments over the years..."

The two men, working in unison, revealed their greedy nature, practically screaming "Give me the money!"

Lin Jianguo held Chu Chen in his arms, still reeling from the overwhelming emotions of joy and sorrow.

Chu Chen gently pushed him away.

He turned around and looked at the two shameless scoundrels who were still trying to take credit, his face expressionless.

He didn't say a word.

But in front of everyone, she slowly rolled up the sleeves of her worn-out clothes.

On his arms, old, bluish-purple scars crisscrossed, like ugly centipedes crawling all over his delicate skin.

He then slowly rolled up his trouser legs.

My calves and knees are covered with scars from bumps and bruises, new wounds covering old ones, and there's hardly a patch of healthy flesh to be found.

The entire courtyard was deathly silent.

The smiles on Old Mrs. Chen's and Chu Erhai's faces froze instantly.

Chu Chen raised his head and looked at them. His voice was as calm as a still pond, yet every word struck the hearts of everyone like a heavy hammer.

"My mother is sick, and you won't give her money for treatment. Instead, you're giving her fake medicine sold by your relatives."

"She died, and you all thought it was bad luck. You couldn't even afford a thin coffin, so you wrapped her in a tattered straw mat and threw her into the mass grave on the back mountain to feed the wild dogs."

"Is this what you call 'enduring hardship'?"

"Is this what you want, child support?"