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

Lin Jianguo paced back and forth in the courtyard, the bluestone slabs under his feet almost getting hot from his footsteps.

He didn't sleep well all night.

The name "Kunlun Mountain" alone is enough to send chills down your spine.

Chu Chen sat on the stone bench, swinging his short legs, a cucumber dangling from his mouth, making a "crunch" sound as he ate it.

"Grandpa, if you keep walking around like this, you'll make this yard look like it's covered in patina."

Lin Jianguo stopped and walked up to him, his face full of worry.

"Chen'er, can we postpone the trip to Kunlun Mountain? That place is too dangerous."

Chu Chen swallowed the last bite of cucumber and licked his fingers.

"Grandpa, what are you afraid of? We're going on a trip, not to fight."

He jumped off the stone bench and clapped his hands.

I'm a little thirsty.

His eyes darted around and he noticed several sacks piled up in the corner, containing all sorts of strange and unusual medicinal herbs that had been acquired at the auction a few days ago.

"Zhou Tian!"

"Hey! Master Chen! I'm here!" Zhou Tian rushed over from the woodshed, his face still covered in sawdust.

"Go, grind that red mushroom into powder for me," Chu Chen said, pointing to a burlap sack.

Lin Jianguo's heart tightened when he saw it.

"Chen'er, that's a five-hundred-year-old Blood Spirit Mushroom! You can't just touch it!"

"Grind it into powder, mix it with water, and drink it." Chu Chen waved his hand impatiently. "Grandpa, you don't understand. This is called resource reuse."

He then pointed to a jar next to him.

"And also, grind up the leftover bone scraps from yesterday's roasted bird."

Zhou Tian and Lin Jianguo were both dumbfounded.

They can understand grinding Ganoderma lucidum into powder.

But those bird bone fragments...aren't those for feeding dogs?

"What are you standing there for?" Chu Chen kicked Zhou Tian.

"Alright!" Zhou Tian didn't dare to ask any more questions, picked up the sack and jar and ran to the backyard.

A short while later, Zhou Tian returned carefully, carrying a large bowl.

The bowl contained red and white powder, which emitted a strange fragrance.

"Master Chen, it's ready."

Chu Chen had him pour in some spring water, stir it with chopsticks, and it turned into a bowl of red porridge.

He took a bite and immediately frowned.

"Pah, what's that taste? It's so bitter."

He pushed the bowl aside, looking disgusted.

Zhuque, standing to the side, watched quietly from beginning to end.

She was wearing a military green training uniform and stood ramrod straight.

Chu Chen's gaze lingered on her for a second before shifting away.

"Hey, you in the green shirt." He waved.

Zhuque froze, quickly stepped forward, and stood at attention.

"Advisor Chu, please give your instructions!"

"This doesn't taste good, you can have it." Chu Chen pushed the bowl of blood spirit mushroom paste in front of her.

Zhuque looked at the bowl of red liquid radiating rich spiritual energy without the slightest hesitation.

She picked up the bowl, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Gulp."

As the liquid entered her throat, a surge of scorching energy instantly exploded within her body, rampaging through her limbs and bones.

"Uh..." Zhuque groaned, his face instantly turning bright red.

She felt that the old wounds in her body, caused by years of missions and which even the most advanced medical equipment could not heal, were being burned and purified by a domineering force.

"Click."

A solid bottleneck within her body shattered in response.

A surge of energy far surpassing anything before erupted uncontrollably from her body, whipping up a fierce wind that rustled the leaves in the courtyard.

"Bang!"

The bluestone slab beneath her feet was cracked with fissures.

The group of "trainees" from the wood-chopping team were dumbfounded.

Zhou Tian's mouth dropped open in shock, and he even dropped the cucumber in his hand.

She broke through after just one sip?

Zhuque slowly opened her eyes, her gaze suddenly brightening.

She felt an unprecedented surge of power within her, and she trembled with excitement.

"Thump!"

Her knees buckled, and she knelt down before Chu Chen, her voice trembling with tears.

"Thank you, Advisor Xie Chu, for your life-saving grace!"

"From this day forward, Suzaku's life belongs to you! If you tell me to go east, I will never go west!"

Chu Chen was squatting on the ground, studying a passing ant, when she startled him.

"Alright, alright, get up." He waved his hand impatiently. "It's just a bowl of water, what's the big deal?"

He pursed his lips again.

"Next time you cry, stay away from me; your saliva is almost splashing on me."

Suzaku: "..."

She got up from the ground, respectfully stepped aside, and looked at Chu Chen with eyes full of almost devout worship.

The news spread throughout the capital in less than half a day.

The little immortal of Qianlong Residence can transform a person and greatly increase their power by casually concocting a bowl of "water"!

This has completely thrown the upper-class circles of Beijing into chaos.

Those wealthy and powerful people who were previously scrambling to buy a cabbage or a cucumber suddenly found their food less appealing.

Compared to the "miracle water" that can help people break through their limits, cabbage is nothing!

Countless people flocked to Qianlong Residence again, but this time, they couldn't even get through the main gate.

Li Weiguo led a platoon of soldiers, fully armed, to guard the gate, and no one could get through.

Chief Zhou's phone has been ringing off the hook.

"Old Zhou, for the sake of our decades-long friendship, could you put in a good word for me with Advisor Chu and ask him to give me a piece of the pie too?"

"Brother Zhou, I have a jade pendant from a previous dynasty, a family heirloom. I'm offering it to Advisor Chu in exchange for a single drop of divine water!"

Annoyed to no end, Chief Zhou had no choice but to bite the bullet and make another trip to Qianlong Residence.

At that time, Chu Chen was trying to find a way to improve the "divine water" because it was too bitter.

He asked Zhou Tian to bring him milk and sugar cubes, and added some "flavoring" that he had extracted from herbs himself.

And so, a bowl of milk tea, white with a hint of pink and exuding a sweet aroma, was born.

Chief Zhou looked at the enticing aroma of the "milk tea" in Chu Chen's hand and swallowed hard.

"Um... Consultant Chu, is this... also divine water?"

Chu Chen took a big gulp and nodded in satisfaction.

"Mmm, this is sweet and delicious."

He handed the cup to Chief Zhou.

"Grandpa Zhou, please try some."

Commander Zhou was overjoyed, took it with both hands, and carefully took a sip.

Sweet and silky, it melts in your mouth.

A gentle yet incredibly pure energy slid down his throat into his abdomen, nourishing every cell in his body.

He felt as if his organs, which were weakening due to old age, had been infused with new vitality.

"Great! This is some good stuff!" Chief Zhou exclaimed excitedly, his face beaming.

This stuff is more effective than any special supplement he's ever taken!

This isn't milk tea, it's clearly elixir that can prolong life!

"Advisor Chu, could you... could you sell some of these too?" Chief Zhou asked tentatively.

Chu Chen tilted his head and thought for a moment.

"Okay, I can't finish it all by myself anyway."

He counted on his fingers.

"Blood Ganoderma lucidum is quite expensive, milk and sugar also cost money, and my labor costs can't be reduced either..."

He held up one finger.

"One cup, and it'll cost... ten thousand."

When Chief Zhou heard this, he almost burst out laughing.

"Cheap! So cheap!"

He immediately decided to order one hundred cups, saying they were to be given as a perk to the veteran cadres of the military region who had made outstanding contributions.

"Qianlongju's special milk tea, 10,000 yuan a cup, can keep you alive!"

This news has once again set Beijing ablaze.

For a time, owning a cup of Qianlongju milk tea became the ultimate way to show off among Beijing's socialites.

Showing off bags and cars on social media is so outdated.

To garner the most likes and envy, you need to hold a cup of milk tea in an exquisite glass bottle, white with a hint of pink, and say, "Today is another day full of energy."

On the black market, the price of a cup of milk tea quickly soared to 100,000 yuan, and there was no market for it.

On Jishetang's account, that string of zeros was increasing at an alarming rate every day.

That day, Lin Jianguo held the newly printed bank statement, his hands trembling.

"Chen...Chen'er, look..."

Chu Chen was sitting on the threshold, playing marbles with Zhou Tian.

He leaned closer to take a look, and the long string of zeros made his eyes blur.

He pursed his lips and pushed the statement away.

"Grandpa, this little bit of money, what can it do?"

Lin Jianguo opened his mouth, but felt a tightness in his chest, and could barely breathe.

Is this what you call "just this little bit"?

This is almost equivalent to the total annual income of several prominent families in Beijing!

Chu Chen seemed not to notice his grandfather's expression, which suggested he was about to faint.

He stood up, patted the dirt off his bottom, looked up at the sky over Beijing, and sighed like a little adult.

Grandpa.

"Oh, Grandpa's here."

"At this rate, it seems we're going to... buy up the entire capital."

After saying that, he tugged at Lin Jianguo's sleeve and looked up at his face.

"Grandpa, now that we've bought the city, won't it be easier to find the road to Kunlun Mountain?"