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

The next morning, the sun had just risen above the treetops.

From the woodshed in the backyard of Jishetang, came heavy, labored breathing, accompanied by the dull thud of an axe striking wood.

Zhou Tian was shirtless, his whole body drenched in sweat. He gritted his teeth, swung the broad axe that was thicker than his arm, and chopped down hard on a wooden stake as thick as a thigh.

"when!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

The axe was deflected, leaving only a faint white mark on the wooden stake.

Zhou Tian's tiger mouth was numb from the shock, and he almost stumbled and fell.

"Tsk."

A crisp voice came from behind him.

Zhou Tian froze, slowly turning his head to see Chu Chen leaning against the doorframe, looking at him while holding a half-eaten fried dough stick.

"I asked you to chop wood, not to polish it," Chu Chen mumbled, stuffing a fried dough stick into his mouth.

"Little...little miracle doctor, I...I tried my best." Zhou Tian said with a mournful face.

He was tormented by this little devil all day yesterday, and today he was dragged out to chop wood before dawn. He felt like his arms didn't belong to him anymore.

"You're wasting all your energy on a dog." Chu Chen shook his head. "No, calling you a dog is an insult to dogs. I think you're as stupid as a husky."

Zhou Tian didn't dare to say a word, feeling wronged.

What is a husky? It doesn't sound like a nice thing.

"Watch closely." Chu Chen swallowed the last bite of the fried dough stick and patted the oil off his hands.

He swayed as he walked up to Zhou Tian and took the huge battle axe from his hand.

The axe looked extremely awkward in his small hands, as if it might fall at any moment.

Just as Zhou Tian was about to warn him to be careful, he saw Chu Chen raise the axe with one hand.

He didn't use all his strength like Zhou Tian did; he just casually swung his hand.

There was no howling wind, no terrifying aura.

The heavy battle axe felt as light as a straw in his hands.

The axe blade traced an almost imperceptible arc in the morning light, gently landing in the very center of the wooden stake.

"Click—"

A crisp sound.

The large wooden stake that Zhou Tian couldn't cut for half a day was neatly split in two, like tofu cut with a knife, with a smooth, mirror-like cut.

This is not over yet.

The huge wood-splitting block, half a meter high, under the stake also made a "crack" sound, and a straight crack appeared where the axe fell.

Then, in Zhou Tian's wide-eyed stare, the entire wood-chopping block silently split in two.

"..."

The woodshed was deathly silent.

Zhou Tian's mouth gaped open enough to fit a fist. He looked at the two halves of the woodpile, then at the two halves of the wooden stake, and finally at the child who was holding an axe in one hand and yawning.

"I told you to chop wood, not to wreck the house," Chu Chen muttered, throwing the axe back into Zhou Tian's arms.

"If you keep chopping like this, you won't get any food today."

After saying that, he swung his short legs and strolled back to the front yard.

Zhou Tian, ​​clutching the axe that still carried Chu Chen's warmth, felt his legs give way and collapsed to the ground.

Looking at the woodpile split in two, he felt his worldview crumble along with it.

Is this something a human being could do?

Rumors have been circulating outside the gates of Jishetang for a whole day.

Many people, with a sense of schadenfreude, pointed and whispered across the street.

Lin Jianguo sat restlessly in the hall, and his cup of tea remained full even after drinking for a long time.

Just then, several black cars pulled up at the entrance.

Several sprightly elderly men in long gowns got off the car.

"Mr. Qian, Mr. Sun, Mr. Li?" Wang Dequan recognized the visitors and quickly went to greet them. "What brings you all here?"

These doctors are all renowned traditional Chinese medicine practitioners in Beijing, on par with Lin Jianguo. They usually stay at their respective clinics and rarely visit each other.

Old Qian, who was in the lead, snorted: "Where's Old Lin? I want to see how he's become so young again."

His words carried a hint of disbelief and scrutiny.

"Please come in, gentlemen." Lin Jianguo came out from the inner room when he heard the noise.

When he appeared in front of those old Chinese medicine doctors.

"Clatter".

The purple clay teapot in Old Sun's hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Old Li subconsciously reached to stroke his beard, but his hand trembled and he pulled out several hairs.

Old Qian stared wide-eyed at Lin Jianguo, stammering and unable to utter a single word.

Lin Jianguo, standing before them, had a ruddy complexion, clear eyes, and a ramrod straight back.

What shocked them most was that Lin Jianguo's signature silver hair was now half black and half white, with the newly grown black hairs being jet black and shiny, full of vitality.

This is no longer the old man who is about to die; he looks like a middle-aged man!

"Old... Old Lin... you..." Old Qian pointed at Lin Jianguo's hair, his voice trembling.

"A miracle! This is simply a miracle!" Old Sun snapped out of his daze, rushed forward, grabbed Lin Jianguo's arm, and exclaimed, "Old Lin! What kind of magic formula did you get? Quick! Tell us!"

"Yes, Brother Lin! We've known each other for decades, you can't keep anything from me!"

The veteran doctors who had just been skeptical were now flushed with excitement, as if they had been injected with adrenaline.

"Want to learn?"

A childish voice came from the threshold.

Several veteran Chinese medicine doctors turned around and saw that Chu Chen was sitting on the high threshold, swinging his short legs, with a blade of grass in his mouth.

"Sure." Chu Chen spat out the foxtail grass and clapped his hands.

"Pay tuition."

"Tuition fees?" Old Qian was taken aback, then overjoyed. "How much? Just name your price! As long as we can afford it!"

"Money?" Chu Chen curled his lip. "Vulgar."

He jumped down from the threshold, walked up to a few old men, and shook one finger.

"I don't want money."

He walked around the group with his hands behind his back.

"I want the most treasured medicines from each of your families, medicines that no one else knows about, medicines that have been hidden away for at least a hundred years."

"Whoever brings the oldest and rarest medicinal herbs will be the first to see the secrets of this miraculous formula."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old Chinese medicine doctors were stunned for a moment, and then their eyes changed.

They glanced at each other, their eyes filled with wariness and competition.

"I happen to have a 300-year-old ginseng at home!" Old Qian was the first to react, and after saying that, he turned around and ran outside.

"Hey you, wait a minute! I still have half a thousand-year-old He Shou Wu (Polygonum multiflorum) passed down from my great-grandfather in my Baicaotang!" Old Sun wasn't going to back down either, and he took off chasing after him.

"Get out of my way! I have a jar of tiger bone wine from a previous dynasty buried in my cellar!"

In the blink of an eye, the several old Chinese medicine doctors who had just been so dignified and aloof suddenly rushed out of Jishetang like a pack of hungry wolves fighting for food, each heading towards their own clinic, afraid of falling behind.

This dramatic scene left everyone watching from across the street completely dumbfounded.

What... what's going on?

Does Jishetang have elixirs of immortality?

The news was like a powder keg that had been lit, exploding instantly throughout the capital.

At first, everyone took it as a joke.

But now, it is Qian Tongren, Sun Baicao, and Li Huichun, these great masters of traditional Chinese medicine, who have proven with their actions that this is not a joke!

"A miracle!"

"The Lin family has truly obtained the elixir of immortality!"

In less than half an hour, the entrance to Jishetang was completely surrounded by people.

Those wealthy families who were previously mocking the Lin family could no longer sit still. They all sent their trusted servants to crowd at the entrance of Jishetang, desperately trying to find out the truth.

Lin Jianguo looked at the crowd of people at the door, his hands trembling with excitement.

He looked at his calm grandson beside him, feeling as if he were dreaming.

Chu Chen looked up and glanced at the fanatical and greedy faces outside the door, then twitched the corner of his mouth.

He tugged at Lin Jianguo's sleeve.

Grandpa.

"Why!"

"The chives are growing well," Chu Chen said in his childish voice.

"Get your sickles ready."