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

"Grandma, my mother's letter is still with me."

Chu Chen's words were like a fire thrown into the hearts of Old Lady Chen and Chu Erhai.

Letter! Address! Beijing! Jinshan!

Grandma Chen's eyes instantly lit up like two searchlights, and her foot, which was wrapped in tattered cloth, seemed to no longer hurt.

"My dear grandson! Quick! Show it to Grandma!"

Chu Chen rummaged in his pocket for a long time before finally pulling out a yellowed envelope.

Before the envelope could even be warmed, Old Mrs. Chen snatched it away.

She excitedly looked at it over and over, but she couldn't recognize a single word, and she was so anxious that she scratched her head and cheeks.

"Erhai! Quick! You read it!" She shoved the letter into Chu Erhai's hand.

Chu Erhai leaned close to the dim kerosene lamp, squinted, and spat out each word one by one.

"Beijing...Beijing, West...West City...Jishetang...Lin...Lin Jianguo (received)."

After he finished reading it, he was stunned.

Jishetang! Just from the name, you know it's no ordinary place!

"Jishetang? What does it do?" Old Mrs. Chen asked anxiously.

"Mom, it sounds like a pharmacy, a big one at that!" Chu Erhai's Adam's apple bobbed.

"A pharmacy can have a mountain of gold?" Old Mrs. Chen looked incredulous.

Chu Chen sniffed and added in a very low voice, "Mom said that Grandpa treated high-ranking officials... and the walls of his house were filled with gold bars..."

The walls were stuffed full of gold bars!

These words struck Old Mrs. Chen like a heavy hammer blow.

She immediately pictured it in her mind: a large mansion, with the walls knocked down, and inside, nothing but gleaming gold bars falling out!

"Go! We have to go!"

Grandma Chen slapped her thigh and made up her mind.

"Erhai, go to town tomorrow and buy train tickets! We're taking the kids to Beijing!"

Chu Erhai's face immediately fell.

"Mom! Go to Beijing? How much will that cost? Train tickets aren't cheap, and then there's the food, drink, and other necessities along the way..."

"Money, money, money! All you care about is money!" Old Mrs. Chen exploded at these words, pointing her finger at Chu Erhai's nose and yelling, "Your older brother spent all our savings to get married, and now that we finally have a chance to make money, you're still being stingy!"

Chu Erhai was extremely aggrieved: "Mom, where would I get any money? You know I spent all my money on medicine for you last time! I'm practically penniless now!"

He started crying about being poor, patting his empty pockets.

"No money! Not a single penny! You can take my life, but I have none!"

Old Mrs. Chen was trembling with anger, but she herself was extremely stingy. Asking her to spend money was worse than killing her.

The atmosphere in the room froze.

Three generations of a family, staring at each other with wide eyes.

Chu Chen watched the two misers arguing over money and slowly slid off the bench.

He walked up to Chu Erhai, who was still complaining about being poor, put his little hands behind his back, and walked around him like a little adult.

Chu Erhai felt uneasy under his gaze.

"What...what are you looking at?"

Chu Chen didn't speak, but suddenly reached out her small hand and pressed lightly twice on Chu Erhai's lower back.

Just those two moves.

Chu Erhai's wailing stopped abruptly.

His expression froze instantly, then his face contorted in pain, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

"Ouch! Ouch!"

He suddenly clutched his waist as if he had been electrocuted, and fell straight to the ground.

"Mom! It hurts! It hurts so much!" Chu Erhai rolled on the ground, curling up like a shrimp.

Old Mrs. Chen was startled.

"What's wrong with you now?"

"I...I don't know! My back...my back is going to break! Ouch...it's shooting upwards...my heart...my heart hurts too!" Chu Erhai was in so much pain that he could barely speak.

Grandma Chen watched her son convulsing on the ground, then glanced at Chu Chen, who remained calm beside her, and her heart skipped a beat.

She recalled the phrase "the calamity of rotting flesh," and then she thought of her foot, which was still oozing pus. A chill ran from the sole of her foot straight to the top of her head.

"What...what did you do again?" She pointed at Chu Chen, her voice trembling.

Chu Chen blinked his innocent big eyes, looking completely bewildered.

"Grandma, I didn't do anything."

He tilted his head and said in a childish voice, "Second Uncle just said he had no money, and even said he'd rather die than give me money. God heard that and got angry."

"This is called 'falsely reporting one's assets, causing financial distress,' and God is about to take him away."

Is your financial luck causing you distress?

The words were new, but coming from the mouth of this strange little devil, Old Lady Chen believed them to be mostly true.

She was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she quickly squatted down and shook Chu Erhai.

"Erhai! Erhai, don't scare your mother!"

Chu Erhai was in so much pain he was almost rolling his eyes back. He pointed at Chu Chen and mumbled incoherently, "He...he did it! It must have been him!"

Chu Chen sighed, shook his head, and said in a condescending tone, "Second Uncle, you still won't admit your mistake. Your greed has blocked your heart meridian; even a god couldn't save you."

As he spoke, he stretched out his little hand and pretended to place it on Chu Erhai's wrist.

"Hmm, the pulse is weak and the blood and qi are flowing backward; this is a sign that you are about to die."

When Old Mrs. Chen heard the words "go to the west," her soul almost flew away.

She was truly terrified now, grabbing Chu Chen's arm tightly, her voice trembling with tears.

"My dear grandson! My good grandson! You must save your second uncle! He can't die!"

"The Dragon King has possessed me, you must have a way, right?"

Chu Chen frowned, looking troubled.

"Save... well, it's possible to save him."

"However, the root of the problem is wealth. The blocked wealth needs to be released before the problem can be cured."

"Spending money?" Old Mrs. Chen didn't understand.

Chu Chen pointed to Chu Erhai, who was still rolling on the ground.

"My second uncle lied and said he had no money, which angered the God of Wealth, who then blocked all his wealth in his heart. He had to take out all the money he had hidden, kowtow to it, and admit his mistake. Once the wealth was released, he would be fine."

Can you do this?

Grandma Chen was skeptical, but Chu Erhai's screams grew more and more miserable, and he looked like he was about to pass out.

She didn't care anymore and yelled at Chu Erhai on the ground, "You bastard! Where did you hide all the money! Give it back! Do you want to die?!"

Chu Erhai was writhing on the ground in pain. He was scared now; the pain was too bizarre, excruciating.

He pointed tremblingly to a broken earthenware pot under the bed.

"There... there..."

Old Mrs. Chen rushed over and dragged a greasy earthenware jar from under the bed. When she opened it, she found it full of rolled-up small bills and cents. The amount wasn't large, but she had saved up quite a bit.

"And what else!" Chu Chen said quietly from the side, "My heart is still heavy."

Chu Erhai was in so much pain that he couldn't bear it anymore, and pointed to a loose brick in the corner of the wall.

"Behind the brick...the brick..."

Old Mrs. Chen went over and pried open the brick, took out a small package wrapped in oil paper, opened it and saw that it contained several ten-yuan bills!

Her eyes were red; this spendthrift son had actually hidden so much money in his pocket!

Just as she was about to put the money in her pocket, Chu Chen spoke again.

"No, Grandma, this money is cursed. If you take it, you'll feel suffocated by its wealth."

"It must be placed in front of my second uncle so that he will lose his wealth."

Old Mrs. Chen reluctantly withdrew her outstretched hand.

After pointing to the corner of the wall, Chu Erhai convulsed in pain again, crying out, "It's gone...it's really gone..."

"Hmm?" Chu Chen raised her small hand again, as if to press it against him.

Chu Erhai trembled with fright and scrambled to run into the yard.

"The henhouse! Under the third egg in the henhouse!"

Old Mrs. Chen and Chu Chen followed them out.

Old Mrs. Chen reached into the chicken coop and, sure enough, pulled out an even thicker oil paper package!

The money looted from the three places was piled up on the stone table in the courtyard. Although it was all small change, it still amounted to a large sum.

Chu Erhai looked at the money he had painstakingly saved for his wife, and his heart ached so much that it hurt, but the excruciating pain in his body had indeed lessened considerably.

The way he looks at Chu Chen now is like he's looking at a living Yama.

Chu Chen looked at the pile of money and nodded in satisfaction.

"Alright, now Second Uncle, kneel down, kowtow three times to the money, and shout three times, 'I will never dare to hide money from others again,' and your illness will be cured."

Chu Erhai dared not disobey; he was terrified of the pain now.

He obediently knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times, and shouted, "I will never dare to hide money again!"

Strangely enough, after he shouted, all the pain in his body actually disappeared.

He got up from the ground, stretched his back, and looked incredulous.

Old Mrs. Chen stared at the pile of money on the table, her eyes practically glued to it, and she rubbed her hands together, ready to grab it.

Chu Chen, however, took the initiative and pulled all the money in front of him, wrapping it up in his tattered cotton-padded coat.

"Grandma, this money still carries Uncle's illness, so we can't touch it."

He said with a serious expression, "It must be kept by me, the lucky star, and taken to the capital. Only by using my maternal grandfather's mountain of gold to suppress it can the illness be completely subdued. Otherwise, my second uncle's illness will relapse at any time."

"What?" Old Mrs. Chen's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

How could she watch so much money go to waste and not be able to take it?

"My dear grandson, this..."

"Grandma, do you want this little bit of change, or do you want a mountain of gold in the capital?" Chu Chen asked her, tilting his head as he held the money.

Kingsoft!

Grandma Chen instantly regained consciousness.

Yeah, compared to Kingsoft, this little bit of money is nothing!

Her face immediately lit up with a smile: "Yes, yes, yes! My dear grandson is right! You keep it safe, you keep it safe! You're our family's lucky star!"

Chu Erhai stood to the side, watching his empty pockets fall into the hands of the little devil, feeling utterly helpless and on the verge of tears.

He finally understood.

This is hardly a lucky star.

This guy is a living Yama who takes lives!

Chu Chen held the heavy bag of money, a smile that only he could understand appearing on his small face.

The travel expenses to the capital are covered.

Next, it's time to buy tickets.