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

"Young friend, you've finally arrived."

The old man put down his broom, leaned against the courtyard wall, and wore a warm smile on his face.

The smile was ordinary, like that of an old man basking in the sun at the entrance of an alley, seeing his neighbor's child coming home from school.

But the man in the Zhongshan suit standing behind him, also known as Falcon, was as tense as a stone, even his breathing was light.

Chu Chen looked up at the old man, then looked down at his own dirty trouser legs.

He walked over with his short legs, showing no shyness at all, and even circled around the old man.

"Grandpa, your yard isn't very clean."

He pointed to a small clump of fallen leaves blown by the wind in the corner of the wall, looking very serious.

Falcon's eye twitched.

The old man's smile deepened, and he reached out to pat Chu Chen's head.

Chu Chen tilted his head and dodged it.

"My mom said that you shouldn't touch a boy's head casually, or he won't grow tall."

The old man wasn't embarrassed; he withdrew his hand and made a "please" gesture.

"The tea is ready, would you like to come in and have a cup?"

Chu Chen nodded, and as if he were visiting his own home, he walked into the main room with his hands behind his back.

The room was empty.

There were no valuable paintings or calligraphy, no antique vases, only a set of wooden tables and chairs that looked like they had been used for a long time.

On the table was a Go board.

The black and white pieces on the chessboard are intertwined, representing a fierce endgame battle that has reached its most crucial moment.

The black pieces were surrounded by the white dragon and were on the verge of total annihilation.

The old man walked to the table, sat down, and pointed to the chair opposite him.

"sit."

Chu Chen climbed onto the armchair, which was a bit too high for him, using both his hands and feet, his short legs swinging back and forth in the air.

He didn't look at the chessboard; instead, he picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself a cup of tea.

The tea was still very hot, so he blew on it and carefully took a sip.

"Hmm, too much tea was added; it's a bit bitter."

He commented with a slight frown.

Falcon stood at the door, the veins on his forehead throbbing again.

This is a special Da Hong Pao tea that the leader has treasured for twenty years; he can't bear to drink it more than a few times a year.

The old man didn't care at all; he stretched out his finger and lightly tapped the chessboard.

"Young friend, come and take a look at this game of chess."

His voice was flat, as if he were talking about something trivial.

"If you were playing black, should you abandon this large dragon to preserve your final position as king, in order to make a comeback?"

He paused, then moved his finger to another spot.

"Should we fight with all our might, perish together with Bai Ziyu, and gamble on that sliver of hope?"

The room fell silent instantly.

Even the sound of the wind outside the window seemed to have stopped.

The falcon stopped breathing.

He knew that this game of chess was a problem.

A question that everyone who comes here to see the leader must answer.

Over the years, he has seen countless people rack their brains over this game of chess.

Some people chose to sacrifice pawns to save the king, and were criticized for having "too narrow a vision and unlikely to achieve great things."

Some chose to perish together with the enemy, and were thus criticized as "brave but reckless, a fool's courage."

To date, no one has been able to provide an answer that satisfies the leader.

Chu Chen finally shifted his gaze from the teacup to the chessboard.

He glanced at the precarious black dragon, then at the white piece that seemed to have victory in its grasp.

Then, he raised his head and looked at the old man.

In those clear, black and white eyes, there was no solemnity, no contemplation, only a pure, idiotic gaze, as if looking at a fool.

"Grandpa."

He spoke in a childish voice.

"Only children make choices."

The old man's hand, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air.

Chu Chen stood up from the chair and leaned his small body over the chessboard.

He stretched out his two chubby little hands, grabbing a handful of black pieces in one hand and a handful of white pieces in the other.

"I want them all."

The words fell.

He slammed his two little hands together in the middle of the chessboard and then rubbed them together vigorously!

"Splash—"

He instantly turned the entire chessboard upside down.

Black and white mixed together, rolling around everywhere with a clanging sound.

That unfinished game that had trapped countless heroes and valiant men turned into a complete mess.

"This chessboard is too small."

Chu Chen patted the dust off his hands, looking disgusted.

"If you can't even fit my toy soldiers in the board, what's the point of playing chess?"

He sat back down in his chair, picked up his teacup, and said confidently.

"I'm done playing, I'm not playing anymore."

"..."

Falcon felt his heart skip a beat.

He's finished.

This little rascal has overturned the leader's chessboard.

Now even the King of Heaven himself can't save him.

The room was quiet.

A good ten seconds or so passed.

"Ha ha……"

A low laugh came from the old man's throat.

Then, the laughter grew louder and louder.

"Hahahaha!"

The old man slapped the table, laughing so hard he almost cried.

He pointed at Chu Chen, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"Fine! Fine, I'll just flip it over! Fine, I want it all!"

He laughed for a while before slowly stopping, and then looked at Chu Chen again with a completely new gaze, one that was filled with a mixture of appreciation, emotion, and apprehension.

"In all these years, you are the first person who dares to overturn my chessboard."

The old man wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and let out a long breath.

"I was being too attached to appearances."

He shook his head and said self-deprecatingly.

"Trying to trap a real dragon in this tiny space? How laughable, how laughable!"

Chu Chen finished the tea in his cup and put the empty cup on the table.

"Alright, alright, you know I'm powerful now."

He jumped off the chair, walked up to the old man, and stretched out a small hand.

"Stop with all this fancy stuff."

"Speak, what do you want? My appearance fee is very high."

The old man stared in disbelief at the chubby little hand outstretched in front of him.

He looked at Chu Chen's serious face, as if he were discussing a business deal worth hundreds of millions, and couldn't help but chuckle.

He didn't touch Chu Chen's hand, but instead took something out of an inconspicuous wooden box next to him.

It was an old-looking kraft paper document bag, sealed with red ink and stamped with a uniquely shaped seal that he had never seen before.

"I've naturally prepared the appearance fee."

The old man pushed the file bag in front of Chu Chen.

"However, before we discuss business, I would like to ask you to take a look at something for me."

Chu Chen looked suspiciously at the file folder, then at the old man.

He always felt that the old man's smile was like that of an old fox.

The old man slowly opened the file bag and pulled out a yellowed photograph.

The photo shows a young man in military uniform, looking dashing and spirited.

He stood on a scorched battlefield, with tattered flags and smoke behind him.

He had a smile on his face, and his teeth were very white.

Chu Chen's expression suddenly changed.

He stared intently at the inconspicuous crescent-shaped jade pendant hanging from the young man's chest in the photo, strung on a red cord.

The material and shape of that jade pendant...

"Young friend, do you recognize this person?"

The old man pushed the photo in front of Chu Chen, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of probing.

Chu Chen did not answer.

His little hands were clenched tightly.

Within his body, the long-dormant divine soul of the Medicine God stirred up a monstrous wave the moment it saw the jade pendant.