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

Liu Zhen clung to Chu Chen's leg as if he were grasping at a lifeline.

He was completely stunned when he heard Chu Chen's words.

Computed tomography (CT) scan?

What is that? Is it the name of some ancient divine physician's magical artifact?

"Sir, what kind of machine are you talking about?" Liu Zhen looked up, his face full of confusion.

Chu Chen frowned, as if he found it troublesome to explain.

"It's a big circle. When you lie down inside, with a 'buzz,' you can clearly see what your internal organs look like, where something is extra, or where a piece of flesh is missing."

He gestured with his little hands to indicate the name, speaking of it casually.

Everyone in the courtyard was completely bewildered, feeling that what the young man was saying was even more incomprehensible than a book written in heaven.

Liu Zhen's eyes suddenly lit up.

Although he didn't know exactly what it was, he understood its purpose.

It can see through the human body and detect lesions.

Isn't this the magical artifact that doctors have been dreaming of?

"I'll go find it! Sir! I'll go find it right away!" Liu Zhensong released his grip, leaping to his feet with a fanatical determination on his face. "I'll dig three feet into the ground if I have to, I'll find this 'big circle' for you!"

After saying that, he turned and ran.

"Stop." Chu Chen spoke again.

Liu Zhen slammed on the brakes and turned around respectfully.

Chu Chen pointed to the ancient medical book in his arms.

"Keep this one."

Liu Zhen was taken aback, then realized that the gentleman was upset that he hadn't returned the items.

He quickly took out the ancient book that he treasured, held it in both hands, and walked step by step to Lin Jianguo, bowing deeply.

"Mr. Lin, I was blind to the value of a gem, mistaking a fish eye for a pearl. Please take this tattered book back."

Lin Jianguo looked at the book, then at his grandson, and sighed deeply.

He took the book, didn't even glance at it, and handed it directly to a waiter behind him.

"Burn it."

Two words, spoken lightly, sent a chill down the spines of all the servants in the courtyard.

The shop assistant's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the book on the ground.

Liu Zhen, however, seemed to have heard some great news and bowed deeply to Lin Jianguo again.

"Thank you for your great kindness and guidance, Mr. Xie!"

Without further ado, he rushed out of Jishetang like a gust of wind.

Li Weiguo and his men also took their leave. The three huge mahogany chests were placed imposingly in the center of the courtyard, like three small mountains.

The entire Jishetang was in complete chaos.

The servants looked at the three boxes with a mixture of envy and awe, and they walked around them.

"What are you all standing there for!"

Lin Jianguo's powerful roar brought everyone back to their senses.

He straightened his back, and the authority he had accumulated over decades burst forth at that moment.

"Move everything into the storeroom!"

"Hang the plaque inscribed by Commander Zhou in the highest place in the main hall!"

"besides……"

His gaze slowly swept across the courtyard, finally landing on Lin Fu, who was being held in a corner by two servants, his face ashen.

When Lin Fu met Lin Jianguo's gaze, his body went limp, and he collapsed like a rag doll.

He was dragged by the servants and scrambled to the center of the courtyard.

"Grandpa... I was wrong... I was really wrong..." Lin Fu knelt on the ground, kowtowing desperately. "I'm not human, I was blinded by greed, please forgive me this time!"

Lin Jianguo looked down at him, his face expressionless.

"What did you do wrong?"

"I... I shouldn't have been jealous of Mr. Chu! I shouldn't have spread rumors! I shouldn't have wished for the Lin family's misfortune!" Lin Fu said, slapping himself repeatedly.

"Are you done talking?" Lin Jianguo's voice was icy.

Lin Fu raised his swollen, red face, not daring to speak.

"Lin Fu, you've been with my Lin family for thirty years. Haven't I treated you well?"

"Yes...yes..."

"The head manager of Jishetang is incredibly powerful and respected; everyone calls you 'Master Fu.' Have I ever mistreated you?"

Lin Fu lowered his head even further.

"But what about you?" Lin Jianguo pointed at Chu Chen, "This is my grandson! The root of my Lin family! You dare call him a little beast, dare curse him to a terrible death!"

Lin Jianguo's voice grew louder and louder, eventually turning into a roar.

"Do you think that because I'm old and senile, this Jishetang should belong to you, Lin Fu?"

Lin Fu was terrified, and his crotch was wet and hot again.

"I didn't! Grandpa, I really didn't!"

"That's enough." Lin Jianguo waved his hand dismissively, as if looking at a fly. "I don't want to hear any more of your nonsense."

He paused, looked around, and his voice carried throughout the entire courtyard.

"From today onwards, Lin Fu is no longer the head manager of Jishetang."

Lin Fu's body stiffened.

"Don't you like being in charge?" Lin Jianguo looked at him, a cold smile curving his lips. "From now on, you'll be a waiter in the front hall."

"My daily duties include serving tea and water to guests, sweeping the floor, and wiping the tables."

"Oh, right," Lin Jianguo added, "from now on, you'll be in charge of pouring my grandson's tea. Whenever he wants some, you have to bring it to him."

This is worse than killing him.

Lin Fu's vision went black, and he completely fainted.

Two servants dragged him away expressionlessly, like dragging a dead dog.

After dealing with Lin Fu, Lin Jianguo took a deep breath, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

He walked to Chu Chen's side, took his little hand, and then faced all the servants and helpers in the courtyard.

"Today, I have two announcements to make in front of everyone."

Everyone held their breath.

"First, effective immediately, I will transfer 30% of Jishetang's shares to my grandson Chu Chen."

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the crowd.

30%!

That means that this five-year-old child instantly became the second largest owner of Jishetang, rising to the top in one step!

Ignoring the shock of the crowd, Lin Jianguo continued speaking.

"The second thing will be told by my grandson himself."

He lowered his head and looked at Chu Chen with encouraging eyes.

Chu Chen took a step forward, his small body facing dozens of people, showing no stage fright whatsoever.

He cleared his throat and spoke in a childish voice.

"My mother used to tell me that opening a pharmacy was to save lives, not to make money."

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"Therefore, starting today, Jishetang will establish a new rule."

Chu Chen counted on his fingers, looking very serious.

"If anyone comes to see a doctor and is too poor to pay, we will not charge them a single penny."

"The medicine will be waived."

He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then added another sentence.

"Our Jishetang's main business is saving lives and healing the wounded."

The courtyard was completely silent.

Several seconds later, one of the bolder older men stammered out the question.

"Young...young boss, if we don't take any money, what are we going to eat?"

Chu Chen glanced at him and said matter-of-factly.

"The money you get from rich people is enough to support you, isn't it?"

"Saving a poor person brings more joy to the Bodhisattva than earning a hundred taels of gold."

These words, spoken by a five-year-old child, carry an irrefutable innocence and wisdom.

In the crowd, someone, I don't know who, was the first to kneel down.

"Little miracle doctor! You're a living saint descended to earth!"

"Splash! Splash!"

A group of people knelt down in the courtyard.

The way the waiters and servants looked at Chu Chen completely changed.

It is a heartfelt worship and reverence for gods and Buddhas.

Lin Jianguo's eyes reddened again as he watched this scene.

He knew that from this moment on, the Lin family's fortunes had truly changed.

at night.

The light in the west wing was still on.

Chu Chen had already picked through the top-grade medicinal herbs in those three mahogany chests, filling the small table in his room to the brim.

Centuries-old ginseng and millennia-old snow lotus exude an alluring medicinal fragrance.

Chu Chen sat at the table, holding the old, worn-out black wooden box in his small hands.

He opened the box and placed the nine unremarkable black needles one by one on the table.

Under the light, the needle seemed to have an extra, inexplicable glow compared to when it was in daylight.

He picked up the century-old ginseng that he had chosen from the Zhou family's thank-you gift, and then picked up a black needle.

His divine sense probed into the ginseng, and the abundant essence of the plant, like a docile sheep, was at his mercy.

He needs more inspiration.

It wasn't just for himself, but also for what was in that dry well.

Chu Chen's gaze passed through the window and landed on the dark, dry well in the corner of the courtyard.

The military vehicles during the day, the Zhou family's thank-you gifts, and the Lin family's change of power were all just appetizers.

The real treasure is waiting for him down there.