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

The black Hongqi sedan silently glided back to the main gate of the West Suburbs Garden.

Before the car door had even come to a complete stop, Li Weiguo had already rushed forward, stood at attention like a javelin.

The car door opened, and Chu Chen climbed down from the back seat using both his hands and feet.

He landed and stood firm, dusted off his pants, and then pulled out a palm-sized red booklet from his bulging pocket.

He held the red booklet in his hand and waved it at Li Weiguo like he was throwing a worthless brick.

"Hey, I've got something good for you."

Li Weiguo was just a high-ranking military officer, not blind.

He saw clearly the golden national emblem on the cover of the red booklet, and the special stamp that he could never access.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

The next second, he shuddered and froze.

In front of all the soldiers repairing the gate, he gave the most standard and forceful military salute of his life to the five-year-old child who was not even as tall as his waist.

He stood ramrod straight, and when he raised his arm, a gust of wind seemed to rise from it.

"Greetings, sir!"

His voice changed when he shouted those three words.

The surrounding soldiers were all stunned, and the hammers and shovels in their hands fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

Lin Jianguo hurried out from inside and saw this scene, so frightened that he almost tripped and fell.

"Staff Officer Li, what are you doing? Chen'er, what trouble have you gotten into now?"

Chu Chen completely ignored Li Weiguo, who was practically tearing him in two.

He casually shoved the red booklet into Lin Jianguo's arms.

"Grandpa, here you go. I'm hungry, do you have any meat buns?"

Lin Jianguo hurriedly caught the red booklet.

He froze when his fingers touched the gold-embossed national emblem and the special cover.

His hands trembled as he opened the notebook.

He only glanced at it, and then the world spun around him, and his vision went black.

"Special Advisor"

Lin Jianguo's lips trembled as he pointed to the words "Chu Chen" on the notebook, and then to Chu Chen, who was standing on tiptoe peering into the yard.

He couldn't catch his breath, his body swayed, and he was about to fall backward.

"Grandpa!"

Chu Chen reacted quickly, turning around and supporting him.

He frowned slightly and patted Lin Jianguo on the back twice.

"It's just a tattered notebook, is it really that big of a deal?"

"What do you mean by 'rubbish notebook'!"

Once Lin Jianguo caught his breath, he grabbed Chu Chen's shoulder, his face flushed with excitement.

"Do you know what this is? It's smoke rising from our Lin family's ancestral grave! It's a jet of smoke!"

He was rambling incoherently, grabbing Chu Chen's hand, almost as if he wanted to kowtow to his ancestors on the spot.

"Chen'er, my dear grandson, you...you are truly my precious son!"

"Alright, alright, I got it."

Chu Chen impatiently picked at his ear.

"Get out of my way, I can smell the meat from the kitchen."

He shook off Lin Jianguo's hand and rushed towards the kitchen with his short legs.

Lin Jianguo and Li Weiguo were left behind; one was holding the red marriage certificate and grinning foolishly, while the other remained in a salute posture, like a statue.

Early the next morning.

The entire western suburban park was awakened by a series of "crunching" sounds.

The engineering company that Li Weiguo had transferred, with over a hundred men, was all assembled in the courtyard, waiting for orders.

Chu Chen stood in the middle of the courtyard with a fried dough stick in his mouth and a messy drawing in his hand.

"You, yes, you, the one who drives the excavator."

He pointed to a company commander with dark skin.

"Start from here, dig thirty meters east, and dig a three-meter-deep ditch. If you dig it crookedly, the whole company will go hungry today."

The company commander glanced at his superior, Li Weiguo.

Li Weiguo nodded emphatically at him.

Without saying a word, the company commander jumped onto the excavator and roared.

"Get to work, all of you! Anyone who digs even a centimeter off-center, I'll make them eat the dirt!"

Chu Chen then pointed to another group of people.

"You, bury all these jade pieces underground, according to the points I've drawn on my blueprints. The orientation of each piece must be exactly the same, understand?"

At his feet was a small mountain of ancient jade, all of which he had looted from auctions.

The worst ones are from the Han Dynasty.

The engineers' hands trembled as they looked at those treasures that could be exchanged for a courtyard house.

Lin Jianguo watched in horror and tugged at Chu Chen's sleeve.

"Chen'er, these... these are all treasures, are we just going to bury them like this?"

"Otherwise what? To keep them around to breed?"

Chu Chen rolled his eyes at him.

"Grandpa, you need to broaden your horizons."

He clapped his hands and shouted to everyone.

"Listen up, everyone. From today onwards, this garden will be renamed."

"It's called 'Hidden Dragon Residence'."

Li Weiguo immediately understood and whispered the order to the guards beside him.

In less than half an hour, a stone tablet about half a person's height was carried over by several soldiers and placed at the entrance of the garden.

Chu Chen strolled over and took a carving knife from a soldier.

Under everyone's gaze, he stood on tiptoe and carved eight large characters on the smooth stone tablet with a flourish.

"Private property. Trespassers will be held responsible for the consequences."

The handwriting was vigorous and powerful, penetrating deep into the stone, carrying an indescribable murderous aura.

After finishing carving the words, Chu Chen threw down the carving knife and clapped his hands.

"That's a wrap, time for dinner!"

The entire garden, amidst this bustling yet incredibly eerie atmosphere, was transformed into something no one could understand.

The area is crisscrossed by ditches, where jade stones are hidden.

The once-abandoned garden has been transformed into a giant maze.

Night falls.

Outside Qianlong Residence, in the woods a few hundred meters away.

Several dark figures, like geckos, silently slid down the tree trunk.

"You can see it clearly now? It's that courtyard."

The leader of the shadowy figures spoke in a very low voice.

"The boss said that no matter what method we use, we have to find out what that guy surnamed Lin is up to. Especially that kid named Chu Chen, we need to see him alive or dead."

"clear!"

Several dark figures nodded, and with a flicker, disappeared into the darkness.

They are all top-notch international business spies who have infiltrated countless heavily guarded locations.

To them, a mere dilapidated garden was no different from strolling through their own backyard.

The group quickly made their way to the base of the tall walls of Qianlong Residence.

The leading figure in black made a gesture.

The two immediately formed a human wall, and the other person stepped on his companion's shoulders and silently climbed over the wall.

But as soon as he showed his face, he froze.

He saw that a thin layer of white mist had risen in the courtyard at some point.

The fog was so thin that moonlight could penetrate it, and it didn't look particularly special.

"It's foggy, but it's not a big problem."

He whispered something into the communicator, then rolled over and jumped down.

The others followed suit and filed in.

After landing, the group immediately crouched down, cautiously observing their surroundings.

"Safety."

The leading figure in black waved his hand and led the way toward the main courtyard, which was the brightest.

But after taking only a couple of steps, they realized something was wrong.

They were clearly moving in a straight line, but after walking for a long time, it felt like they were still going around in circles.

"Boss, look at that tree, haven't we seen it before?" one of the subordinates asked in a low voice.

The leading figure in black frowned.

"Don't scare yourself, keep going."

They walked for a few more minutes.

The subordinate spoke again, his voice trembling slightly.

"Boss... that tree... we're back."

Even the usually calm and collected figure felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

He looked up at the moon in the sky; the direction was right.

"Don't panic!" he hissed. "Come with me!"

He led his men in a different direction and quickened his pace.

No matter where they walked or ran, that damned crooked tree would always appear in front of them.

Gradually, the thin mist thickened.

Several people also began to lose their senses.

"Boss... I... I feel like I want to go clubbing?"

"Shut up!"

"No, boss, look at the lights here, how psychedelic they are, and the music, how catchy it is..."

As the subordinate spoke, his body began to twist uncontrollably.

"Follow me, left hand, right hand, one slow motion..."

He started singing and dancing at the same time.

"You're insane!"

The leading figure rushed forward and tried to cover his mouth.

But the moment his hand touched the other person, it felt like he'd been electrocuted.

A strange sense of rhythm emanated from the other person.

His body also began to sway uncontrollably.

"Slow motion replay of right hand and left hand..."

"This song brings you joy, have you fallen in love with me...?"

Soon, an incredibly bizarre scene unfolded in the courtyard.

Several top spies who should be ruthless killers are now holding hands and dancing happily in the open space of the courtyard.

Their dance moves were synchronized and full of passion.

The next morning.

The guard on patrol walked across the open space, yawning.

Then, he froze completely.

He saw five men dressed in black, their eyes closed, spinning around in circles with expressions of rapture.

Their movements resembled some kind of mysterious religious dance.

Everyone was exhausted, sweating profusely and panting, but they still showed no sign of stopping.

The guard rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

He pulled out his walkie-talkie and, in a tone of utter disbelief, reported to his superiors.

"Report... Report, Platoon Leader... There are... a few guys... having a party in the yard..."