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

The old man stared at the chubby little hand outstretched in front of him, and remained silent for a long time.

The room was eerily quiet.

Falcon stood at the door, barely daring to breathe, his back soaked with cold sweat.

He looked at that small figure, then at his superior's expressionless face, and felt that his brain was not working properly.

Tell me your conditions.

Finally, the old man spoke slowly, his voice sounding somewhat hoarse.

Chu Chen withdrew the outstretched hand.

He rubbed his hands on his pants with disgust, as if he had just touched something dirty.

"Shouldn't we inspect the goods before discussing terms?"

Chu Chen pouted and jumped down from the chair that was too high for him.

He didn't look at the old man again, nor at the falcon beside him that was almost turned into a stone statue. Instead, he strode out into the yard on his own.

The yard wasn't big, but it was kept very clean.

Except for that old locust tree in the corner that has been dead for who knows how many years.

The trunk of that locust tree was as thick as a water bucket, with large chunks of bark peeling off, and the bare branches looked like withered claws reaching towards the sky, lifeless.

Chu Chen strolled over to the old locust tree.

Falcon's body tensed instantly, and his hand instinctively went to his waist.

The old man raised his hand and gestured for him to calm down, his deep gaze never leaving the small figure.

Chu Chen stretched out his small hand and patted the rough tree trunk, making a muffled "bang bang" sound.

He turned around, gave the old man at the doorway a naive smile.

"Uncle, let me guess, does your special department spend all day hiding in a room holding meetings, studying Marxism-Leninism, and incidentally discussing whether aliens exist?"

He shook his little head, looking regretful.

"Your vision is too narrow."

After saying that, he turned back and faced the withered tree again.

"Want to assess my value? Sure."

"Then open your eyes wide and watch carefully."

"What do you mean by 'dimensional reduction attack'?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Chen gently placed his chubby little hand on the cracked tree trunk.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on that little hand.

It was a very impactful scene.

A small, white, soft hand belonging to a five-year-old child.

A rough, massive piece of dead wood, representing death and decay.

Chu Chen closed his eyes.

A faint, almost imperceptible cyan light flashed from his palm and silently merged into the tree trunk.

The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"rise!"

A clear, childlike voice rang out in the quiet courtyard.

The falcon's pupils suddenly contracted.

What did he see?

"Click...click..."

A faint sound, like old bones being stretched, came from inside the locust tree.

Then, on those gray, withered branches, tiny green dots, smaller than the tip of a pin, appeared out of nowhere.

Those green dots swelled, grew larger, and sprouted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, the tender green leaves unfolded suddenly, like a movie scene on fast-forward.

A green wave of life, starting from the base of the tree trunk, swept wildly upwards, instantly engulfing all the withered branches.

The trees, once covered in gray and withered leaves, have transformed in the blink of an eye into a vibrant, lush green.

The fresh scent of grass and trees instantly filled the entire yard.

But that's not all.

Amidst the lush green leaves of the tree, snow-white flower buds began to emerge.

Then, with a "pop," they all bloomed simultaneously.

Clusters of snow-white locust blossoms hung from the branches, swaying gently in the chilly autumn wind of Beijing.

A petal drifted gently down from the sky.

It spun around, landing precisely on the back of the old man's hand that was holding the teacup.

There was a deathly silence at the doorway.

The old man stood frozen in place, staring blankly at the petal on the back of his hand, then looked up at the locust tree that had gone from death to full bloom in just a few seconds, his face filled with disbelief.

The teacup in his other hand had tilted at some point, and the scalding tea was flowing down his trouser leg, but he was completely unaware.

The falcon opened its mouth wide, feeling its heart pounding wildly in its chest, making a loud "thump thump thump" sound.

He could almost hear the sound of his materialistic worldview, which he had adhered to for half his life, shattering.

In the courtyard, Chu Chen withdrew his small hand.

He clapped his hands as if brushing away dust, a look of utter boredom on his face.

It was as if what I had just done wasn't a miracle, but just a mundane chore that could be done easily.

He turned around and looked at the two people at the door who had completely turned to stone.

"This is called 'dead wood coming back to life,' want to learn how?"

He tilted his little head and asked with a grin.

Before the other person could answer, he shook his head again, a sly look on his face.

"I won't teach."

"This is core technology, and it has barriers to entry."

After saying that, he walked back into the house with a swaying gait.

He scrambled back onto the armchair, pulled out the half-eaten candied hawthorn from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and "crunch," bit off a hawthorn.

The crisp sound of chewing finally broke the deathly silence in the courtyard.

The old man seemed to be startled awake, and his body trembled violently.

He slowly, very slowly, put down the teacup in his hand.

He raised his head, and in those eyes that were once as deep as an ancient well, there was now only one emotion.

Shocked.

An unprecedented and mind-blowing shock.

He looked at the child sitting in the chair, swinging his short legs, eating with relish, his lips moved a few times, but he couldn't say a word.

"Now."

Chu Chen swallowed the hawthorn in his mouth and pointed to the red file folder on the table with the sticky bamboo skewer.

"Is this deposit enough?"

The old man remained silent.

Chu Chen then pointed the bamboo stick at the brown paper document bag that the old man had put away.

"Cooperation is possible."

"I have two conditions."

He held up one finger.

"First, I'm not your subordinate, and you shouldn't even think about being my boss. From now on, we'll each work separately. If you feel you're being taken advantage of, you can call me Mr. Chu."

The falcon's eyelids twitched wildly.

Chu Chen extended a second finger, his clear black and white eyes quietly watching the old man.

"second."

"Give me all the information about that jade pendant in that photo."

"I don't care what methods you use, whether you dig three feet into the ground or pry open a dead person's mouth, I want to know everything about it."

"Where did it come from, in whose hands did it pass, and where did it finally go?"

"Not a single detail can be overlooked."

A long silence fell over the room once again.

This time, the old man did not hesitate.

He looked into Chu Chen's eyes, and after a long while, he slowly nodded.

"it is good."

One word, but it carries weight.

He reached out and pushed the brown paper document bag back in front of Chu Chen.

"I will give you the information about the jade pendant within three days."

He paused, then added.

"The things involved behind it are very complex and dangerous."

"Heh." Chu Chen chuckled, nonchalantly finishing the candied hawthorn and tossing the bare bamboo skewer onto the table.

"What a coincidence."

"The thing I fear least is danger."

He slid off the chair, walked to the door, looked up at the locust tree in the yard that was full of white flowers, and stretched.

"Alright, the goods have been inspected, and the boasting has been over."

"I should go home and sleep."

He turned to look at the falcon, which was still frozen in place, and waved his little hand.

"Hey you, what are you standing there for? Take me home."

"Let me tell you, I have a bad temper when I wake up. If I get up late tomorrow and it delays my grandfather from holding his grandson, can you take responsibility for that?"