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

The Treasure Pavilion was eerily quiet.

Fatty Wang lay sprawled on the ground, the puddle of water beneath his silk trousers growing larger and larger, emitting a foul odor.

Looking at Chu Chen's five chubby fingers, he felt as if he were seeing the five soul-reaping ropes stretched out by the King of Hell.

"Half...half price?" Fatty Wang stammered, his voice like a leaky bellows.

Chu Chen withdrew his small hand, took out the lollipop he had just bought on Sunday from his pocket, and slowly tore off the wrapper.

"Too expensive?" He tilted his head, asking innocently, "Then how about you give it to me?"

"No, no, no! Not expensive at all! Not expensive at all!" Fatty Wang, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, suddenly struggled to his feet, scrambling and shouting, "Half price! Half price it is!"

All he wants now is to get rid of this plague god as soon as possible.

What Nine Dragon Cauldron, what treasure of the shop? Compared to my own life, it's nothing but a fart.

Chu Chen nodded in satisfaction, popped the lollipop into his mouth, and mumbled, "Then what are you waiting for? Are you waiting for me to treat you to dinner?"

He tugged at Lin Jianguo's sleeve. "Grandpa, pay the bill."

Lin Jianguo's mind was still a complete mess. He looked at the dark gun barrels outside the house, and then at his grandson's innocent little face with a candy in his mouth. He felt that his entire understanding of life had been completely overturned.

He mechanically pulled out his checkbook from his pocket, his hands trembling so much he could barely hold the pen.

"How...how much?"

Fatty Wang dared not ask for money again. With a mournful face, he pleaded, "Old Master Lin, consider this cauldron my offering to the little god... no, little ancestor, I don't need the money, I don't need the money!"

"Hmm?" Chu Chen raised an eyebrow.

He walked up to Fatty Wang and patted his fat belly with his small hand.

"Fatty, you have to be honest in business. If you say half price, then it's half price."

He paused, then grinned.

"Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep at night."

Fatty Wang shuddered, looking into Chu Chen's bright, gleaming eyes, feeling as if he were being stared at by a venomous snake.

He immediately gave a number, even rounding down the last few cents.

Lin Jianguo's heart was bleeding when he signed the check.

That string of numbers represents almost half a year's worth of revenue for Jishetang.

The money and goods were exchanged.

Wang Pangzi directed a dozen burly men, whose legs were still trembling, to lift out the bronze cauldron, which was half a person's height, from the backyard with great effort.

The cauldron was simple and heavy, with nine coiled dragons carved on it, exuding a vast and ancient aura.

Chu Chen walked around the cauldron once and nodded in satisfaction.

"Alright, let's go."

He walked to the door, glanced at Zhou Tian who was still lying on the ground, and patted him on the back.

"Let's go, mount."

Zhou Tian numbly raised his head and resignedly adjusted his posture.

Chu Chen skillfully climbed onto his back and waved her little hand at the group of people in the room who were already terrified.

"Until we meet again, everyone."

With a wave of his hand, Li Weiguo ordered all the soldiers to immediately holster their weapons and retreat in perfect unison.

The hundred-plus burly men collapsed to the ground as if they had just been pulled from the water.

Fatty Wang looked at the Nine Dragon Cauldron that had been carried away, and felt like crying but had no tears.

I've lost face today, I'm so embarrassed.

No, it was thrown into the underworld.

The backyard of Jishetang.

When the enormous Nine Dragon Cauldron was carefully placed in the center of the courtyard, the entire Jishetang was in an uproar.

Wang Dequan and his group of men marveled at the cauldron, but none of them dared to touch it.

Lin Jianguo chased everyone out, leaving only him and Chu Chen in the courtyard.

He looked at the bronze cauldron that was half a head taller than his grandson, then at the abandoned well, and finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Chen'er... tell your grandfather the truth, who... who are you?"

Lin Jianguo's voice trembled. He felt that if things continued like this, he would eventually develop a mental illness from fear.

Chu Chen was standing on tiptoe, studying the inscriptions on the cauldron.

Without turning his head, he said, "Grandpa, I'm your grandson."

"But you..." Lin Jianguo was speechless.

"Grandpa, all you need to know is that everything I did was to save Mom and for the good of our Lin family, that's all." Chu Chen turned around, his face serious.

Do you believe me?

Looking into those clear yet unfathomable eyes, Lin Jianguo nodded as if possessed.

"Alright." Chu Chen clapped his hands. "Now, stand between the cauldron and the well. Yes, right here."

He directed Lin Jianguo to stand properly.

"From now on, you are not allowed to move an inch without my permission, understand?"

Lin Jianguo didn't understand why, but he did as he was told.

Chu Chen walked to the edge of the dry well, and the cold spiritual energy emanating from the well mouth made him squint his eyes comfortably.

He took out the black wooden box from his pocket and picked up the thinnest Big Dipper needle.

He didn't perform any complicated rituals; he simply used the tip of a needle to seemingly casually carve a few symbols on the edge of the well that no one could understand.

Then, he walked to the Nine Dragons Cauldron and gently tapped its legs three times with the same needle.

"Ding...ding...ding..."

Three clear, ringing sounds seemed to come from ancient times.

After finishing all this, Chu Chen put away the needles, moved his small stool over, and sat down next to Lin Jianguo.

"Alright, Grandpa, you stay here and don't go anywhere."

After saying that, he yawned, leaned against the tripod leg, and actually fell asleep.

Lin Jianguo stood rooted to the spot, not daring to move.

He felt that the air around him seemed a little different.

The backyard used to be a bit dull, but now, every breath he took in carried a fresh scent, like grass after the rain, which was refreshing and invigorating.

His fatigue seemed to be gradually dissipating.

Time passed little by little.

The sun, which was directly overhead, slowly began to set in the west.

Chu Chen was still asleep, breathing evenly.

Lin Jianguo's legs were getting numb from standing, but he remembered Chu Chen's instructions and gritted his teeth to keep going.

Just when he was about to give up, a maid screamed from outside the moon gate in the backyard.

"ah--!"

That shout was sharp and piercing, filled with terror.

Lin Jianguo, who was dozing off, was startled and almost lost his balance.

"What's wrong! Why are you shouting like that!" he said, frowning.

The little maid pointed at him, her eyes wide like copper bells, her mouth agape enough to fit an egg, trembling as she couldn't utter a word.

"Grandpa...Grandpa...your...your hair!"

"Hair?" Lin Jianguo subconsciously touched his head. His hair was full of silver, but there was nothing wrong with it.

Hearing the commotion, Wang Dequan also hurriedly ran over from the front hall.

When he saw Lin Jianguo, he was also stunned, and the whisk in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

"Old...Old man..." Wang Dequan's expression was as if he had seen a ghost.

"What's wrong with you guys?" Lin Jianguo asked, both angry and anxious.

"A mirror! Quick, bring me a mirror!" Wang Dequan shouted incoherently.

Soon, a young waiter hurriedly brought over a full-length mirror.

Lin Jianguo approached the mirror with some skepticism.

He was completely petrified after just one glance.

The person in the mirror is still himself.

But his hair...

What was once a full head of white hair and a youthful face has now turned more than half of it jet black!

His distinct black and white hair, interwoven together, made him look at least twenty years younger!

"This...this..."

Lin Jianguo stretched out his trembling hand and touched his black hair, feeling as if he were dreaming.

He only stood in this courtyard for half a day, how... how did he suddenly become young again?

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Chu Chen, who was still dozing off, his eyes filled with fanaticism and awe.

This is not my grandson.

This is a living god!

"Grandpa! Grandpa, you've become young again!"

"Amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

The servants of Jishetang were all alarmed and gathered at the back gate, looking at Lin Jianguo's black and white hair, discussing it amongst themselves, their faces full of shock.

Chu Chen was woken up by the noise.

He rubbed his eyes, looked at Lin Jianguo who looked like he'd been struck by lightning, and muttered something.

"Grandpa, stand still and don't move around. This is just the beginning."

Upon hearing this, Lin Jianguo nearly knelt down on the spot.

Where is this?

Could it be that I can turn back into an eighteen-year-old boy?

He quickly returned to his original position, standing ramrod straight, like a javelin.

Chu Chen nodded in satisfaction and was about to go back to sleep when he caught a glimpse of a gray pigeon perched on the roof of the west wing.

The pigeon tilted its head, its eyes shining black, staring intently at the Nine Dragon Cauldron in the courtyard.

Those eyes didn't look like a pigeon's.

Like a person.

Chu Chen's lips curled slightly, his expression unreadable.

He looked away, closed his eyes, and muttered to himself.

"Finally, something interesting has arrived."

"Hopefully, we can hold on a little longer."