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

Lin Jianguo stood frozen in place.

He looked at Chu Chen's innocent little face, then at the mess on the ground and the lingering stench of urine in the air, and his mind was momentarily blank.

A pharmacy?

A good thing to save Mom?

"Chen'er, what... what did you say? Go to the medicine storehouse?" Lin Jianguo squatted down, his voice slightly unsteady.

Chu Chen nodded, his expression serious beyond that of a child. "Yes. The white-bearded grandpa in my dream said that our family has an old storeroom with treasure inside that can save Mom."

Lin Jianguo's heart clenched.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say that it contained medicinal herbs, which were completely different from life-saving elixirs.

But the words caught in her throat: "But...but even Grandpa can't just use the things there. How can you..."

"I don't know either." Chu Chen shook his head, continuing with his flawless "Dream Kill." "He told me to come and find it, saying that if I found that thing, Mom's body wouldn't be so cold anymore."

"It won't be so cold anymore..."

These words, like an awl, pierced deeply into Lin Jianguo's heart.

His daughter's cold body was a nightmare he never dared to recall for the rest of his life.

In that instant, all his remaining rationality was completely overwhelmed by guilt towards his grandson and longing for his daughter.

"Alright! Let's go!" Lin Jianguo stood up abruptly, a glimmer of light rekindling in his cloudy eyes. "Grandpa will take you! As long as it warms your mother up, I'll give you anything, even my old life, let alone a medicine storehouse!"

He no longer cared how bizarre the matter was, nor did he ask who the old deity in his dream really was.

Now, the words of one's grandson are like imperial edicts.

Lin Jianguo turned and walked into the inner room, where he took out a heavy sandalwood box from a hidden compartment.

He opened the box, and inside were not gold or silver jewelry, but a large bunch of shiny black keys with an antique design.

Each key bears the patina of time, heavy and cold.

"Walk."

Lin Jianguo held Chu Chen's hand with one hand and the bunch of keys in the other. He didn't even glance at the maids and servants huddled in the corner, trembling with fear, and walked straight towards the backyard.

The medicine storehouse of Jishetang is neither in the front shop nor in the back residence.

It stands alone in the northwesternmost corner of the entire mansion, an independent courtyard entirely built of bluestone.

The courtyard wall was very high, and there were broken pieces of porcelain stuck in it.

At the entrance of the courtyard sat two elderly men wearing coarse cloth jackets, their temples bulging high.

They were like two statues, not even lifting their eyelids as Chu Chen and Lin Jianguo approached, but Chu Chen could feel that two condensed, needle-like auras had already locked onto him and his grandfather.

These are two trained fighters, and their hands are stained with blood.

Upon seeing Lin Jianguo arrive in person, one of the elderly men slowly opened his eyes, stood up, bowed slightly, but remained silent.

Lin Jianguo nodded, picked out the longest and largest key from the large bunch, and inserted it into the large lock on the heavy wooden door covered with iron.

"Crunch...squeak...creak..."

The lock cylinder turned, making a sound that made your teeth ache.

The door was slowly pushed open.

An indescribable, rich, complex, and ancient aura wafted over me.

The aroma contained the fragrance of plants, the tranquility of minerals, and the stench of animal carcasses. Countless scents intertwined and, after a century of fermentation, formed a unique "medicinal aroma" that belonged only to this place.

Lin Jianguo took a deep breath, his face showing an almost pious expression.

"Chen'er, this is the foundation of our Lin family for centuries. It has been passed down from your great-grandfather's generation, one dish at a time."

Chu Chen remained silent.

His nose twitched slightly.

Within the Medicine God's consciousness, this complex scent was instantly broken down, analyzed, and restored into thousands of the most primitive pieces of information.

Astragalus grown in the north for three years has a mild medicinal effect.

The five-year-old Gelsemium elegans in southern Xinjiang is extremely poisonous.

The pearl powder from the East China Sea, aged for ten years, carries a hint of moisture.

……

In an instant, a vast map of medicinal herbs formed in his mind.

Lin Jianguo lit a windproof kerosene lamp on the wall, its dim light illuminating a corner of the medicine storeroom.

Rows of dark wooden frames reaching to the ceiling came into view.

Each wooden frame was divided into hundreds of small drawers, with the names of the medicinal herbs written on them in neat regular script.

Ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum, deer antler, musk...

The air was dry and cold.

Chu Chen let go of his grandfather's hand, took a few quick steps, and went inside by himself.

He didn't look at the labels, but instead wandered between the medicine shelves like a little animal patrolling its territory, his little nose constantly sniffing the air.

Lin Jianguo followed behind, carrying a lantern and looking completely bewildered.

This child doesn't look, doesn't touch, only smells?

"Chen'er, look at this." Lin Jianguo walked to a blue and white porcelain jar that was about half a person's height and carefully lifted the lid.

A rich aroma of ginseng instantly filled the air.

"This is a fifty-year-old wild ginseng. Back then, it cost our family half a shop to acquire it. It's priceless!"

Chu Chen merely glanced at it from the side.

A fifty-year-old ginseng is a treasure in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of this god of medicine, it is only slightly better than a radish from the ground.

He showed no expression and turned to continue walking forward.

Lin Jianguo was stunned for a moment, then quickly put the lid back on, picked up the lamp, and chased after them.

"That...that's a snow lotus from the Western Regions; it can revive the dead and heal bones!"

Chu Chen didn't stop.

"And this is a type of he shou wu (Polygonum multiflorum) from the palace, said to be over three hundred years old!"

Chu Chen still didn't stop.

Lin Jianguo was completely dumbfounded.

These treasures that would cause countless people to fight over them outside seem no different from roadside weeds in his grandson's eyes.

Just as Lin Jianguo began to doubt whether he had misheard.

Chu Chen stopped.

He stood in front of a tall medicine shelf, looked up, and pointed to a small drawer at the very top.

The drawer was small and old, and didn't even have a label.

Grandpa, that.

"That one?" Lin Jianguo looked in the direction he was pointing and froze.

He couldn't even remember what was in that drawer.

"Okay, Grandpa will get it for you."

He moved a heavy wooden ladder, climbed it shakily, and pulled open the dusty drawer.

Inside the drawer, there was only a flat wooden box, about the size of a palm.

Lin Jianguo climbed down with the wooden box, blew away the dust, and carefully opened it.

A strange aroma, tinged with a hint of blood, instantly filled the air.

On the red silk cloth inside the box, a small fungus, about the size of a palm, lay quietly.

It is entirely crimson, its color as deep as congealed blood, its shape like an auspicious cloud, and its surface has peculiar patterns.

The moment Lin Jianguo saw it, his hand trembled, and the box almost fell to the ground.

He gasped, his voice trembling.

"Blood... Blood Ganoderma!"

"This...this is something your great-grandfather brought back from the depths of Changbai Mountain, risking his life! How...how did you know it was here?"

Chu Chen looked up at his face and said the same thing again.

"My grandfather in my dream showed me what it looked like."

God willing!

This is absolutely fate!

Lin Jianguo looked at Chu Chen, then at the Blood Spirit Mushroom in his hand, and no longer had any doubts.

He trembled with excitement. "Good! Good! Since fate has chosen you, then this Blood Spirit Mushroom, Grandpa will..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Chu Chen's head suddenly turned sharply towards the deepest part of the medicine storehouse, the darkest corner filled with miscellaneous items.

He sniffed hard with his little nose.

Just now, an aura that was a thousand times weaker than the Blood Spirit Mushroom, yet ten thousand times more ancient and pure, gently touched his soul like an invisible thread.

That aura carried the coldness of metal and stone, and a kind of...deathly stillness where everything withers away.

Chu Chen released her small hand that had been gripping Lin Jianguo's clothes.

He didn't even glance at the priceless Blood Spirit Mushroom, and walked straight towards that dark corner.

Lin Jianguo was stunned. "Chen'er? Where are you going?"

Chu Chen did not answer.

He stopped in front of the mountain of old, cobweb-covered medicine baskets and rotten planks.

He crouched down, reached out his little hand, and pulled something out from under a pile of garbage.

It was a small, black wooden box bound by iron bars.

The original material of the box was no longer visible; it was covered in a thick layer of dust and rust, and a few moss plants had even grown in the corner.

Chu Chen carried the dirty and broken box back to Lin Jianguo.

He held the box up.

"Grandpa, I don't want that red mushroom."

He looked up in the dim light of the kerosene lamp, his eyes, black and white, shining with an astonishing brightness.

"I want this one."