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

The stench, strong enough to knock someone unconscious, still lingered in the courtyard.

Falcon's heart leaped into his throat when Chu Chen said, "His name isn't even on the King of Hell's household registration yet."

Just as he was about to ask how exactly to save him, several accompanying military doctors in white coats rushed up, pushing a bunch of instruments that gleamed with metallic luster.

"Quick! Prepare for surgery! Cut open the necrotic tissue and rinse with saline solution!"

"Heart rate too low! Prepare adrenaline!"

The military doctors proceeded methodically, clearly intending to try their luck with the last resort of modern medicine.

Chu Chen didn't even glance at them, as if the clinking bottles and jars were just a pile of scrap metal.

He turned his head and beckoned to Zhou Tian, ​​who was already terrified, with his finger.

"Hey husky, come here."

Zhou Tian shuddered and scrambled over, his face full of fawning.

"Master Chen, what are your orders?"

Chu Chen stretched out her little hand and pointed towards the kitchen.

"Go to the kitchen and bring me those two large buckets of swill used for feeding the pigs."

"What?"

Zhou Tian thought he had misheard and picked at his ears.

"Swill... swill?"

"If your hearing doesn't work, just donate it." Chu Chen curled his lip impatiently. "Just go when I tell you to, stop with all the nonsense."

"Alright!"

Although Zhou Tian was full of questions, Chu Chen's order was like a royal decree.

He scurried off to the kitchen, muttering to himself.

"Master Chen's taste is truly unique; he even uses swill to treat the sick and save lives—how stylish!"

Everyone else in the courtyard was stunned.

The medics stopped what they were doing, looking completely bewildered, as if asking themselves, "Who am I? Where am I?"

Falcon's mouth twitched violently. He suppressed the urge to strangle Zhou Tian and moved closer to Chu Chen, his voice extremely low.

"Advisor Chu... what time is it? Please stop joking."

"Who's joking with you?" Chu Chen rolled his eyes at him, as if he were looking at a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.

He walked to the corner of the yard, where there was a large water vat used for pickling vegetables.

Chu Chen stretched out his small foot and kicked the large water vat, making a dull "thump" sound.

"Throw that black charcoal head off the stretcher in there."

He gave orders.

The soldiers carrying the stretcher looked at each other, none of them daring to move.

Throwing a still-breathing person into a pickle jar? If this gets out, they'll be court-martialed!

"What are you standing there for?" Chu Chen frowned slightly. "My words don't work anymore?"

Li Weiguo was startled and immediately roared at his subordinates.

"Didn't you hear what Advisor Chu said! Execute the order!"

The soldiers then steeled themselves and hurriedly lifted the "corpse" that was still oozing black water, and with a "plop," threw it into the large water vat.

Just then, Zhou Tian returned, panting heavily.

He was carrying a huge wooden bucket in one hand, filled with a dark, foul-smelling liquid mixed with rotten vegetable leaves and medicinal residue.

"Master Chen, the swill is here!"

Zhou Tian placed the two large buckets next to the vat, as if he wanted to take credit.

Chu Chen nodded in satisfaction, raising his chin slightly.

"Pour it in."

Without saying a word, Zhou Tian rolled up his sleeves and poured both buckets of foul-smelling "swill" into the water vat.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the entire courtyard became even more indescribable.

"Nonsense! This is utter nonsense!" An older military doctor finally couldn't hold back any longer, rushing over, pointing at Chu Chen, trembling with rage, "You're treating human life like dirt!"

Chu Chen took out a White Rabbit milk candy from his pocket, slowly unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth.

He chewed on his candy and mumbled something to the person next to him.

"Go, bring some dry firewood over and put it under the vat to start a fire."

"What?"

Even the falcon couldn't hold back anymore.

He stared wide-eyed at Chu Chen, his voice trembling.

"Light a fire? Consultant Chu, are you trying to... stew someone?"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the courtyard gasped in shock.

Using swill and setting fires—this isn't treating an illness; it's clearly destroying evidence!

"You guys are healing, I'm exorcising evil spirits." Chu Chen finally swallowed the candy in his mouth, looking disgusted. "We're not on the same track, understand?"

He stuck out his little finger and picked at his ear.

"If you don't understand, just shut up and watch quietly. Don't spout nonsense and ruin my performance."

Falcon was speechless, his face turning a deep purplish-red.

Chu Chen ignored him and gave orders directly to Li Weiguo.

"ignition."

Li Weiguo had now internalized Chu Chen's orders; without the slightest hesitation, he immediately turned around.

"Guards! Start a fire!"

Soon, a pile of dry firewood was placed at the bottom of the large water vat.

With a whoosh, flames shot up and began licking the bottom of the jar.

The temperature of the black liquid in the tank began to rise slowly.

"roar--"

A piercing scream, inhuman in its sound, suddenly erupted from the water tank.

The "corpse" that was already on the verge of death suddenly began to struggle violently in the vat, causing the half-vat of "swill" to splash everywhere.

Everyone was so startled by this sudden scene that they retreated in fright.

"He...he's not dead!" a young military doctor exclaimed in terror.

"This isn't saving him, it's clearly waking him up in pain!"

As the water temperature rose, the screams from inside the tank grew increasingly shrill, sending chills down one's spine.

What's even more terrifying is yet to come.

Black jets of blood began to gush out of the man's skin pores!

The black blood was as thick as ink and had a nauseating, fishy stench.

A few drops of black blood splattered onto the bluestone slab outside the vat.

"Sizzle—"

A sound like hot oil being poured onto ice rang out.

The hard bluestone slab was corroded by those few drops of black blood, leaving several small pits emitting black smoke!

"What...what kind of poison is this?!"

Falcon looked at the few small, still-smoking craters on the ground, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.

He now realized that the ruthlessness of this corpse poison far exceeded his imagination.

If this person dies outside, I'm afraid nothing will grow within a radius of a hundred meters!

In the courtyard, everyone held their breath, staring intently at the large vat.

The screams continued, and black blood continued to gush out.

That large vat, at this moment, resembled an alchemical furnace purifying the world's filth.

Time passed by, second by second.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the screams from inside the jar gradually subsided.

The gushing black blood, which was initially inky in color, gradually became lighter and lighter.

Finally, the sound disappeared completely.

A faint medicinal aroma, mixed with the fragrance of herbs and trees, began to waft from the large vat, overpowering the previous stench.

"Alright, the fire's out."

Chu Chen yawned and casually tossed the candy wrapper into the fire.

"Let's fish it out."

Two brave soldiers exchanged a glance and mustered their courage to step forward.

They used a long pole to stir the contents of the vat, and then together they lifted the person out.

When the person was put back on the ground, a collective gasp rippled through the courtyard.

All the charred and melted skin on the person's body had peeled off, revealing the new and fair skin underneath.

Although he looked somewhat weak, his breathing was steady and his complexion was rosy; there was no sign of poisoning whatsoever.

A military doctor instinctively rushed forward, grabbed the man's wrist, and began to take his pulse.

"His pulse is strong and powerful... wait, what happened to that scar on his left arm that's been there for over a decade?"

He rushed forward again and ripped open the man's clothes.

"And this! The old wound in my chest from shrapnel... it's gone too!"

The military doctor looked up at Chu Chen as if he were a god, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

The other doctor behind him stared blankly at the large vat that was still steaming, then looked at the child next to him who was standing on tiptoe looking towards the kitchen, seemingly waiting for the braised pork.

He suddenly slapped his thigh, as if he had suddenly realized some profound truth about life.

"I...I finally understand..."

He muttered to himself, his voice trembling with tears.

"So, the end of science is metaphysics."