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

The threshold of Jishetang became the hottest place in the capital overnight.

Lin Jianguo hadn't slept well all night, and his eyes were dark, but his new black hair shone brightly in the morning light, making him look frighteningly energetic.

"Chen'er, the news is going crazy outside." Lin Jianguo held a bowl of soy milk, his hands trembling. "They're saying we're raising a real dragon in our backyard, and that the Nine Dragon Cauldron is the dragon's food bowl."

Chu Chen, sitting opposite him, was dipping a fried dough stick into his soy milk. Hearing this, he didn't even look up. "Grandpa, calm down."

He stuffed the softened fried dough stick into his mouth and chewed it a couple of times. "We need to broaden our horizons. What's a dragon? We can raise phoenixes in our backyard someday."

Lin Jianguo almost choked on the soy milk and coughed for a long time.

Wang Dequan rushed in from outside, his face a mixture of excitement and nervousness. "Grandpa, young master, something terrible has happened! The doorway is completely blocked!"

"Who is it?"

"Almost every prominent figure in the capital has sent people! And there are even wealthy businessmen from other places, people who are practically unrelated, who flew here overnight!" Wang Dequan wiped his sweat. "They're all craning their necks to see inside!"

Lin Jianguo's heart skipped a beat, and he almost dropped the bowl in his hand.

"Grandpa, eat your food." Chu Chen finished the last bite of his fried dough stick and clapped his hands. "The fish are already at the edge of the pond, what's there to worry about? They won't bite!"

Just then, the crowd outside the door suddenly stirred, as if pushed aside by an invisible hand, forcibly creating a path.

Four burly men carried a grand chair covered with bright yellow silk, walking over step by step.

Sitting in the chair was a middle-aged man with a face as pale as paper and so thin he was unrecognizable. He was covered with a thick blanket, and his legs dangled at an unnatural angle, clearly useless.

"It's Qian Bancheng!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

"Which one is the half-city of money?"

"Who else could it be? The one who made his fortune by reselling antiques, owning a stake in half of Beijing's real estate! I heard he contracted a strange illness ten years ago, and now he can't move his legs anymore. They've searched for famous doctors all over the country, but nothing has worked!"

"Why is he here?"

The grand master's chair stopped at the entrance of Jishetang.

Qian Bancheng was lifted off the chair and leaned laboriously against a specially made wheelchair. He raised his head and looked at the plaque of "Unparalleled Hero of the Nation" at Jishetang, a glimmer of light flashing in his cloudy eyes.

A man who looked like a butler standing next to him shouted at the top of his lungs, "Is Dr. Lin from Jishetang here? My master, Qian Bancheng, has come after hearing of his reputation!"

"My husband said that if any deity can help him stand up again, he's willing to give half of his fortune as a reward!"

"Whoosh—"

These words caused an uproar throughout the entire street.

Half of Qian Bancheng's fortune? What does that mean? It's enough to buy most of Baicao Street!

All eyes were focused on the tightly closed door of Jishetang.

Lin Jianguo, who was listening behind the door, was terrified. He subconsciously looked at Chu Chen.

Chu Chen seemed not to hear him, and swayed as he stood up, saying to Wang Dequan, "Grandpa Wang, go to the kitchen and get me an ice pop, it's hot."

Wang Dequan was taken aback for a moment, but still went to do as he was told.

Seeing no response from inside, the butler outside called out again, "Dr. Lin? Is your reputation as a living saint just undeserved?"

That was a bit of a provocation.

The crowd began to murmur amongst themselves.

"Squeak—"

Just then, the door opened a crack.

Chu Chen, with a freshly obtained cream popsicle dangling from his mouth, peeked his head out from behind the door.

He squinted at the bright sun outside, then his gaze fell on Qian Bancheng's wheelchair, giving it a nonchalant look.

Everyone stared intently at this legendary little miracle doctor.

"Do you want to stand up?" Chu Chen asked in a childish voice, licking his popsicle.

Qian Bancheng trembled with excitement. His lips quivered as he squeezed out a single word: "Yes!"

"Alright."

Chu Chen slowly stepped down from the threshold, and the crowd automatically parted to make way for him.

He walked up to the wheelchair, neither taking a pulse nor asking any questions, and simply walked around Qian Bancheng twice, as if he were looking at some novel thing.

Qian Bancheng was so nervous that his forehead was covered in sweat.

Chu Chen stopped, switched the popsicle to his left hand, and reached into his pocket with his right hand, pulling out three black iron needles.

Without even looking, he casually stabbed into Qian Bancheng's two legs, which were like withered trees.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Three streaks of black light flashed by, so fast they made one's eyes spin.

The needle pierced the flesh, but not a single drop of blood came out.

After doing all this, Chu Chen withdrew his hand and continued licking his popsicle.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, waiting to see the miracle happen.

But a second passed, ten seconds passed, a minute passed.

Qian Bancheng remained paralyzed in his wheelchair, motionless.

"Tch, I thought he was something special."

"He's just a kid messing around."

Disappointed whispers began to circulate among the crowd.

The light in Qian Bancheng's eyes gradually dimmed, turning into despair.

Just then, Chu Chen raised his foot and gave the side of the wheelchair a light kick.

"Bang."

The wheelchair tipped over.

Qian Bancheng was caught off guard and fell off his wheelchair, sprawling awkwardly on the ground.

"what!"

A gasp rippled through the crowd. The Qian family's butler and bodyguards paled and were about to rush forward.

"What are you doing! You're hitting someone!"

"Why is the little miracle doctor hitting people?!"

Chu Chen seemed not to see it. He looked down at Qian Bancheng lying on the ground, stuffed the last bite of his popsicle into his mouth, and mumbled something indistinctly.

"If you're not sick, take a walk!"

The sound, though not loud, was like a thunderclap, ringing in everyone's ears.

Qian Bancheng, who was lying on the ground, suddenly trembled.

He felt as if his legs were on fire or being electrocuted, a tingling sensation he had never experienced before shooting from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

He instinctively braced himself with his hands on the ground, trying to get up.

Then, under the gaze of thousands of eyes, the right leg, which had been paralyzed for ten years and had no feeling, actually trembled and bent.

"It...it moved!" Someone in the crowd let out an incredulous scream.

Qian Bancheng felt it himself. He looked down at his trembling leg, and tears streamed down his face.

He braced himself with both hands on the ground, using all his strength.

His left leg also began to tremble.

He gritted his teeth, letting out a beast-like growl.

He stood up.

Although he was swaying and his legs were shaking like a leaf, he truly stood up on his own two legs!

"..."

The entire Baicao Street was deathly silent.

Everyone seemed to be frozen in place, their mouths agape, their eyes wide open, completely still.

Qian Bancheng stood there, first bewildered, then overjoyed.

He tentatively stepped out with his left foot.

Landing.

He then stepped out with his right foot.

Landing.

One step, two steps...

He was like a baby who had just learned to walk, walking unsteadily, but each step became more stable than the last.

"I...I can walk! I can walk!"

Qian Bancheng suddenly burst into tears, crying like a 300-pound child.

He suddenly turned around, looked at Chu Chen who had thrown the popsicle stick into the trash can, and with a "thump," he was about to kneel down.

"A deity! You are a living deity!"

Chu Chen disdainfully jumped aside, avoiding him.

"Don't kowtow, kowtowing is worthless."

He pointed to the entrance of Jishetang, where Wang Dequan had erected a large wooden board at some point.

On the wooden board, a long string of words was written crookedly with a brush.

It was Chu Chen's "crowdfunding" list.

"If you want a complete and thorough recovery without any aftereffects, go and collect the items on the list yourself." Chu Chen dusted off his hands. "Come back to me when you've collected them all."

After saying that, he didn't even look at the billionaire who was crying his eyes out, and turned to walk into Jishetang.

"Snap!"

In a corner of the crowd, a man wearing a baseball cap raised his Seagull brand camera and snapped a picture of Qian Bancheng walking and Chu Chen turning around.

After a moment of deathly silence, the crowd erupted in cheers and screams.

"Amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

"Three needles! Just three needles! A person who's been paralyzed for ten years can walk again!"

"A living god! This is the real living god!"

The doubts and ridicule vanished in that instant.

All that remained was endless fanaticism and greed.

Countless people rushed towards the wooden board at the entrance of Jishetang like madmen, wanting to see clearly what kind of "divine treasure" was written on it.

Lin Jianguo stood behind the door, looking at the crazy scene outside. His legs went weak, and he sat down on the ground with a thud.

Chu Chen walked to his side and tugged at his sleeve.

Grandpa.

"Why……"

"The melon is guaranteed to be ripe, and so is this life." Chu Chen grinned. "Now, get ready to collect the money."