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

Lin Jianguo's hand trembled, and the fresh cucumber almost fell to the ground.

He looked at his grandson, who was holding him with his little face upturned and looking innocent, saying that he wanted to go to Kunlun Mountain for a trip, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Chen'er, Kunlun Mountain is not a park. That place is very dangerous; you mustn't go!"

Chu Chen swallowed the last bite of tomato in his mouth and licked his lips with his tongue.

"Grandpa, I'm just going to see the snow, and... gather some herbs while I'm at it."

"Gathering herbs?" Lin Jianguo became even more anxious upon hearing this. "What kind of herbs do you have to gather in that kind of place? What doesn't Grandpa have in his medicine storehouse?"

Chu Chen shook his head and sighed like a little adult.

"Grandpa, that's medicine that can save Mom."

In short, all of Lin Jianguo's words of dissuasion stuck in his throat.

Looking into Chu Chen's bright eyes, he felt a pang of sadness and tightness in his chest.

"Then Grandpa will go with you!"

"You're too old to climb mountains," Chu Chen refused without hesitation.

He slid down from Lin Jianguo's arms, walked to the courtyard gate, looked at the wealthy and powerful people outside who were still blocking the way and craning their necks to look inside, and curled his lips.

"Grandpa, we can't keep selling vegetables like this, it's too degrading."

"Huh?" Lin Jianguo didn't follow his grandson's train of thought.

"This is called a one-off deal; it won't last long." Chu Chen paced around the yard with his hands behind his back. "We need to do something high-end, something that can generate profits for a long time... no, something that can benefit society for a long time."

He stopped and turned to look at Lin Jianguo.

"Grandpa, let's take down the old signboard of Jishetang."

"What?!" Lin Jianguo exclaimed in shock. "Chen'er, that's the culmination of generations of the Lin family's hard work!"

"Can hard work feed you?" Chu Chen retorted. "Right now, I am the lifeblood of the Lin family."

He pointed to Baicao Street outside, which was almost paralyzed due to traffic jams caused by luxury cars.

"From today onwards, Jishetang will no longer provide medical services or sell medicine."

Lin Jianguo was completely stunned. He felt that his worldview of decades was being repeatedly crushed by his five-year-old grandson.

"Then...what should we do?"

Chu Chen grinned, revealing a set of small white teeth.

"Let's open a club and operate on a membership basis."

"Zhou Tian!"

"Hey! Master Chen! I'm here!" Zhou Tian suddenly appeared from some corner, running faster than a rabbit.

"Go, take down that shabby sign of Jishetang and replace it with a new one," Chu Chen ordered. "Name it 'Qianlongju Health and Wellness Experience Center,' make the letters big, gold-plated, and as grand as possible!"

"Alright!" Zhou Tian's face lit up with excitement; he loved this job.

"And one more thing," Chu Chen called out to him, "From today onwards, this old shop on Baicao Street will only offer one type of service."

He cleared his throat and imitated the tone of a leader speaking on television.

"Qianlongju Supreme Black Gold VIP Membership Card, limited edition worldwide, first come, first served."

Zhou Tian and Lin Jianguo were both dumbfounded.

Liu Dabiao, the coal mine owner who was kneeling on the ground crying, forgot to slap himself and stared blankly as he raised his head.

"Um...Master Chen, what's the solution for this card?" Zhou Tian asked cautiously.

"To apply for a card, there are two conditions, and neither can be missing." Chu Chen held up two chubby fingers.

"First, personal assets should be above a small goal."

"Small goal?" Zhou Tian didn't understand.

"One hundred million," Chu Chen said calmly.

"Hiss—" A collective gasp of cold air echoed through the courtyard.

Liu Dabiao plopped down on the ground. Although he was rich, having 100 million yuan in liquid assets would still cause him significant financial strain.

"Secondly," Chu Chen's gaze swept over everyone present, "and also most importantly."

"Applicants must provide proof of social service performed for more than three consecutive months, stamped and certified by the civil affairs department, the subdistrict office, and the charity federation."

"For example, you could go to a nursing home to take care of elderly people living alone, or go to a welfare home to clean for disabled children, or even help a hundred elderly women cross the street."

"In short, he has to be a good person."

The courtyard fell silent instantly.

Everyone was looking at Chu Chen as if he were an alien.

A net worth of 100 million yuan has already eliminated 99% of the applicants.

Are we supposed to do good deeds for three consecutive months?

Isn't this just deliberately making things difficult for people?

These bigwigs present are all extremely busy, making hundreds of thousands a minute. Who has the time to help an old lady cross the street?

"This...this is too..." Lin Jianguo wanted to say "too outrageous", but didn't dare to say it.

"Grandpa, I call this screening for high-quality customers," Chu Chen explained seriously. "Those who are rich but heartless, who make money through dirty means, I find their money-grubbing stench disgusting to my tastes."

"Zhou Tian, ​​did you understand? Go announce it at the entrance. Also, tell them that only one membership card can be issued per day, and whoever gathers all the materials first will be the first to arrive."

"Understood!" Zhou Tian shouldered the camera and rushed out with light steps.

Soon, a tremendous commotion erupted at the main gate of Qianlong Residence.

"What? One hundred million? And I have to do three months of volunteer work?"

"What a joke! Who does he think he is?"

"He's gone mad! That Lin family brat is money-grubbing!"

At first, there was only cursing and mockery.

But when Li Weiguo, sent by Chief Zhou, expressionlessly moved a small stool, sat at the door, and personally took charge of reviewing the materials, everyone's voices fell silent.

Half an hour later, Mr. Wang, the biggest real estate developer in Beijing, was the first to react.

Without saying a word, he jumped into his car, stepped on the gas, and the car roared off.

Someone saw him heading towards the largest nursing home in the west of the city.

Once someone takes the lead, the others instantly realize the importance of this approach.

"Quick! Contact the Charity Federation! I'm donating ten million! No, thirty million! Get them to give me a certificate!"

"My company has tens of thousands of employees. Tell them to skip work this month and go out on the streets to do volunteer work! Whoever gets the outstanding volunteer certificate will get a promotion and a raise!"

"Director Wang? This is Lao Li! Do you still have any spots left for your 'Top Ten People Who Moved Beijing' selection? Reserve one for me!"

The entire upper class of Beijing went completely mad.

For that black gold membership card, countless people use all their connections and energy, either to make money or to find ways to "do good deeds".

For a time, nursing homes in Beijing were overcrowded, the thresholds of welfare homes were almost worn down, and elderly men and women on the streets became the most sought-after resource, being helped across the street eight hundred times a day by different people.

And the alleyway in front of Qianlongju, which used to be called Baicao Street, has overnight become the most spectacular luxury car exhibition hall in Beijing.

From the Mercedes-Benz W14 to the extended Lincoln limousine, from Ferraris to Rolls-Royces, the line stretched for several kilometers.

The car owners didn't dare to honk their horns. They stood by their cars in suits and ties, holding thermos cups, waiting anxiously.

The next day, an explosive news story once again ignited the entire industry.

The centuries-old house of Jishetang has reopened.

However, the plaque that used to read "Jishetang" at the main entrance has been replaced with a huge sign made of pure gold that reads "Qianlongju Health and Wellness Experience Center".

At the entrance stood a greeter with gray hair and a hunched back, dressed in patched coarse cloth clothes.

With a numb smile on his face, he mechanically bowed to everyone who came to inquire.

"Sorry, our store has been upgraded and is no longer open to the public."

"If you want to experience it, please go to Qianlongju to apply for a membership card first."

A brand-new Bentley was parked arrogantly at the entrance. A young, wealthy second-generation heir wearing sunglasses and adorned with jewels got out of the car, followed by four bodyguards in black.

Without even glancing at the queue, he walked straight to the door, pulled out a thick wad of banknotes from his pocket, and threw it at the feet of the greeter.

"Old man, move aside." He held his chin high. "Let me tell your boss, I don't care about memberships or anything like that. I'm walking in today."

The greeter, dressed in patched clothes, slowly bent down but didn't pick up the money from the ground.

He simply raised his head, revealing a weathered face that was all too familiar to many present.

It is Lin Fu.

He was once the head manager of the Jingshitang pharmacy, and was a well-known figure in the Beijing pharmacy industry.

At this moment, he looked dejected and lost his usual energy.

He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace at the rich kid, his voice hoarse.

"Boss, please come in."

"But we don't accept money here, we only check cards."

"If you don't have the card, even if you buy the entire Ji-Shi-Tang, you still won't be able to get through this door."

The rich kid's smile froze on his face.

The big shots queuing around them fell silent as they watched this scene.

Looking at Lin Fu's numb face and then at the gleaming gold signboard, a chill ran down their spines.

To kill someone, you must also destroy their spirit.

This little deity's methods are truly ruthless and ingenious!