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

The police car sped away, seemingly taking the stench of blood and the commotion in the yard with it.

Lin Fu, with his back bent, directed two servants to carry buckets of water and rags, quickly cleaning up the bloodstains and filth on the ground.

Lin Jianguo leaned against the stone bench, his chest still aching slightly. He looked at the child beside him who was unusually quiet, and his heart ached as if it were being stabbed.

"Child, come back to the house with your grandfather."

Lin Jianguo stood up, took Chu Chen's hand, and walked towards the main courtyard where he lived.

The main courtyard is the best part of the entire Lin family mansion, with three courtyards and three entrances, and carved beams and painted rafters.

"From today onwards, you will live here with me."

Lin Jianguo pointed to the largest and brightest side room on the east side.

"This room is sunny, warm in winter and cool in summer. I had them replace everything in it with new ones, including your clothes..."

"Old man!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Fu's mind went blank, and he quickly jogged to catch up.

His face was adorned with a respectful and concerned smile.

"Grandpa, you're just starting to feel better, this is the time when you need to rest and recuperate."

"The young master is very lively. If he lives too close, he might disturb your rest."

Lin Jianguo frowned.

"How could I complain about my own grandson being noisy?"

Lin Fu immediately bowed, lowering his posture even further.

"That's not what I meant. What I meant was, the young master has just returned, and we need to give him the best environment."

His eyes lit up, and he had an idea.

"The west wing, though a bit out of the way, is quiet and secluded, with small gardens in the front and back, and it's spacious. Wouldn't it be better to have the young master stay there, and send a few clever maids and servants to take care of him?"

"This will not disturb your recovery, and it will also give the young master his own little world."

Lin Jianguo listened and felt that it made some sense.

Before he could speak, Chu Chen in his arms gently tugged at his sleeve.

"Grandpa, Uncle Fu is right."

Chu Chen looked up, his big eyes filled with a "sensible" light.

"Grandpa needs to rest well so he can recover quickly."

He added in a low voice.

"Besides, I grind my teeth and talk in my sleep at night, which would be bad if it disturbed my grandfather."

Lin Jianguo was heartbroken when he heard this.

This child must have suffered so much to become so cautious and so good at reading people's expressions.

The more sensible he was, the more overwhelming the guilt in Lin Jianguo's heart became.

"Nonsense! Grandpa isn't bothered by noise!"

He hugged Chu Chen even tighter.

"We'll stay here! Who dares utter a single word against it!"

Chu Chen shook his head, his little face full of determination.

"Grandpa, I want to live alone."

"I want to stay in the west wing."

Upon hearing this, a smug glint flashed in Lin Fu's eyes.

He quickly struck while the iron was hot.

"Grandpa, you see, the young master himself is willing. The child is growing up and has his own ideas."

Looking into Chu Chen's clear and determined eyes, Lin Jianguo couldn't bring himself to say anything more in rebuttal.

He sighed deeply, patted Chu Chen's head, and his voice was full of guilt.

"Okay, okay, whatever you say."

He turned to look at Lin Fu, his face darkening.

"Move all the best pear wood furniture from the storeroom to the west wing!"

"Replace all the bedding with new tribute-grade brocade! Make sure the underfloor heating is running at full capacity! The room must be kept burning incense and charcoal for at least twelve hours a day!"

"Select four more of the most reliable and nimble maids, and two burly old women to serve them!"

"If my grandson is even slightly uncomfortable living here, I'll hold you responsible!"

Lin Fu was taken aback by his orders and quickly nodded and bowed.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'll take care of it right away! I'll make sure the young master is served perfectly!"

He sneered inwardly.

Even if you give a five-year-old toddler mountains of gold and silver, what can he possibly understand?

No matter how well they lived, the west wing was still the most remote place in the Lin family's residence. Being away from the center of power was tantamount to being exiled.

This little rascal is still too green.

Half an hour later, the west courtyard was brightly lit.

The courtyard, which was originally covered in dust, was cleaned spotless, and the house was furnished with brand new items.

Chu Chen was led by an old woman surnamed Liu into the so-called "west wing".

The room was large, but also quite empty.

The newly moved-in furniture has a wood varnish smell, mixed with a faint musty smell that lingers in the corners.

Granny Liu rubbed her hands together, her face full of flattery.

"Young master, is there anything you need? Just tell me what you need, and this old servant will get it for you right away."

Chu Chen walked around the room without saying a word.

He walked to the back window and opened it.

Outside the window was a deserted little garden, overgrown with weeds, and in the very center was a dry well covered by a stone slab.

A faint, damp, and chilly spiritual energy was rising from the well opening.

Although it is thin, it is a rare tonic for his current body.

A barely perceptible smile appeared on Chu Chen's lips.

He silently recited a sentence in his mind.

This is a blessing for you, do you want it?

"Young master?" Granny Liu approached again when she saw that he didn't speak.

Chu Chen closed the window and turned around.

"That's good."

He pointed to the doorway.

"You all should leave. I want to be alone."

"This..." Granny Liu hesitated, "The old master instructed us to serve him personally."

Chu Chen walked to the bedside, took off his shoes, climbed onto the bed, and pulled the blanket over himself.

"I don't like having someone next to me when I sleep."

He closed his eyes, looking like he was about to fall asleep.

Granny Liu and the maids looked at each other, and in the end, they dared not disobey. They could only quietly retreat and stand guard at the gate of the courtyard.

The room fell completely silent.

Chu Chen suddenly opened his eyes.

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

He slid off the bed, walked barefoot to the window, and opened it again.

He took out the warm, smooth jade pendant from his pocket.

Then, from the inner lining of his undershirt, he pulled out several fine silver needles, as thin as cow hair, and a small packet of herbs wrapped in a handkerchief, which he had picked in the park next to the guesthouse.

He crushed several herbs, mixed them with his saliva, and applied them to the four corners of the room, the windowsill, and the threshold.

A very faint, almost undetectable herbal scent quickly spread.

This is a very simple illusion combined with a warning array. Ordinary people cannot smell it, but if someone knowledgeable or something unclean gets close, he will be able to detect it immediately.

After doing all this, he sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the window, where the yin and yang energies of the whole room converged.

He placed the "Mind-Stabilizing Jade" in his palm.

A wisp of pure spiritual energy flowed from his palm into his parched meridians.

At the same time, he separated a wisp of his divine consciousness, like an invisible tentacle, and extended it out of the window, silently reaching towards the dry well.

His divine sense touched the stone slab at the well's opening, easily passing through it and diving to the bottom of the well.

The bottom of the well was pitch black, covered with half a foot of silt.

And beneath the silt, something seemed to be buried.

The spiritual energy emanating from that thing was a hundred times more concentrated than the jade pendant in his hand.