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

Yan Zhengqing lay on the ground, his mouth full of ash.

That force was so strange. It didn't feel like a person pushing; it felt like an invisible wall of air slammed into us.

His once-sharp Zhongshan suit was now full of wrinkles, and he was still clutching the military water bottle tightly in his hand, though the lid had long since flown off somewhere, and hot water had spilled all over his crotch.

"Ouch..."

Several men in black suits nearby groaned and struggled to their feet, clutching their chests, their faces as white as paper.

Yan Zhengqing shook his head, straightened his glasses, and his face turned a deep purplish-red.

He came with an imperial sword, but he didn't even get through the door. He just tripped and fell flat on his face in front of everyone.

Where do we put our pride?

"Rebellion! Rebellion!"

Yan Zhengqing jumped up from the ground, pointed at the tightly closed wooden door of the east wing, his fingers trembling.

"Violent resistance to law enforcement! They actually dared to use sonic weapons to attack police officers!"

His voice cracked from shouting.

"Get them! Tear this place down! Let's see if they dare to play these tricks again!"

The group in black suits exchanged glances, gritted their teeth, and were about to rush forward.

"Thump!"

A muffled thud.

The ground beneath everyone's feet trembled.

Yan Zhengqing's foot, which had just stepped out, was suspended in mid-air, and he didn't dare to step down.

The voice was too deep.

It didn't sound like drumming, nor did it sound like an explosion.

more like...

"Thump!"

Another sound.

This time it was even louder than before, making Yan Zhengqing's heart and chest numb and his ears ring.

The leaves on the old locust tree in the yard were shaken and fell down in a flurry.

"What...what's that noise?"

Liu Dabiao hid behind the crowd, his neck hunched, clutching his chest in terror.

"This sounds... like a heartbeat!"

"fart!"

Yan Zhengqing turned around abruptly, his eyes wide open.

"Who has a heartbeat that loud? Do you think this is a science fiction movie?"

He pointed to the east wing, spitting as he spoke.

"It's definitely a low-frequency speaker! They've installed a high-powered low-frequency subwoofer in the house! This is creating panic!"

"Director Zhang! Lin Jianguo! Your crimes are compounded!"

The more Yan Zhengqing spoke, the more he felt he had grasped the truth, and his posture became even more upright.

"Stop hiding in there and keeping quiet! Turn off the stereo right now!"

"Squeak—"

The wooden door to the east wing was pushed open.

There were no speakers or subwoofers.

Five-year-old Chu Chen, dressed in a loose-fitting bright red Tang suit, walked out unsteadily, clutching a freshly printed piece of film in his hand.

He was still picking his ear with his other hand, looking disgusted.

"Uncle, you have a really loud voice, even louder than the loudspeaker at the village entrance."

Chu Chen swung the film reel in his hand, making a rustling sound.

"Also, don't try to scam me with those junk battery-operated devices. This is called the rhythm of life, understand?"

Yan Zhengqing stared at the little one, laughing in exasperation.

"Life rhythm? Your heartbeat can knock someone over?"

He strode over and reached out to grab the film from Chu Chen's hand.

"Give it to me! That's the evidence of your fabrication!"

Chu Chen flicked his wrist, and Yan Zhengqing grabbed nothing.

"Don't rush."

Chu Chen held the film above his head and waved it at the sun.

"It's terrible to be uncultured. I'll teach you a lesson right now."

Sunlight shines through that black and white film.

The image above is neither a typical shadow of internal organs nor a skeletal outline.

Instead, it is a winding, glowing network of patterns.

The meridians originate in the dantian, travel through the limbs and bones, and finally converge at the center of the eyebrows.

The lines are bold and powerful; even just looking at a still image, you can feel the vibrant life force emanating from it.

The most crucial element is its shape.

Long horns, claws, winding and spiraling.

That was clearly a dragon raising its head and roaring!

"hiss--"

A collective gasp rippled through the surrounding crowd.

Yan Zhengqing's pupils suddenly contracted.

He stared intently at the film, his lips trembling as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Chu Chen slapped the film into Yan Zhengqing's arms.

"Did you see that clearly?"

"This is the dragon you were just looking for."

Chu Chen, with his hands behind his back, circled around Yan Zhengqing like a little adult appraising goods.

"Uncle Yan, do you think that dragons have to grow wings, breathe fire, and then fly around in the sky a couple of times for you to see?"

"That's a Western giant lizard, not our Chinese dragon."

Chu Chen stopped and pointed to the ground beneath his feet.

"Dragon is qi (vital energy)."

"It is the course of mountains and rivers, the breath of this land, and even more so, the destiny of the Chinese nation that has thrived for thousands of years."

He pointed to the glowing vein on the film.

"My mother's health is not good, so I borrowed some of the 'qi' from this land to help her recover."

"This energy entered the body, traveled along the meridians, and cleared up all the broken and blocked parts."

Chu Chen blinked his big eyes, looking completely innocent.

"Look, doesn't this trend resemble a dragon?"

Yan Zhengqing's hand holding the film began to tremble.

He wanted to argue.

I want to say that this is feudal superstition, and nonsense.

But the "thump, thump" of a heartbeat continued to emanate from inside the house.

Each sound felt like a slap in his face.

"This...this is impossible..."

Yan Zhengqing gritted his teeth, held the film up to his eyes, and tried to find any trace of retouching.

"This must have been computer-generated! It doesn't make sense!"

"Team Leader Yan."

An aged yet authoritative voice interrupted from the side.

With Li Weiguo's support, Chief Zhou walked over with a stern face.

He took the film from Yan Zhengqing's hand, glanced at it, and his body trembled violently.

As a seasoned veteran, he was all too familiar with this powerful life force.

"Was this image produced using that latest type of CT scanner?"

Chief Zhou looked at Director Zhang, who had been hiding in the back.

Director Zhang quickly wiped his sweat and ran over, nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Yes, yes, yes, it was just printed out! The equipment is still running, there's absolutely no tampering!"

Commander Zhou nodded and handed the film to the military doctor beside him.

The military doctor looked at it for less than three seconds, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Sir...this is simply a medical miracle!"

The military doctor pointed to the glowing lines on the film, his voice trembling.

"The patient's meridian strength... is more than a hundred times that of a normal person! With these vital signs, let alone reviving, he could easily run five kilometers right away!"

"This simply cannot be explained by existing medical theories!"

Chief Zhou turned to look at Yan Zhengqing, his eyes as cold as ice.

"Team Leader Yan, this equipment was specially approved by the military, and the data is also under military supervision."

"You mean, the military and I were both helping Advisor Chu fabricate evidence?"

That hat is way too big.

Yan Zhengqing's legs went weak, and he almost couldn't stand up.

He opened his mouth, the word "feudal superstition" circled three times in his throat, but he managed to swallow it back down.

The facts are right before our eyes.

The deafening heartbeat was unmistakable.

That film, which even amazed the military doctor, couldn't be faked.

Could it be... that there are things in this world that science cannot explain?

Yan Zhengqing's firmly held materialistic worldview collapsed in that instant.

Lin Jianguo only realized it at this moment.

With a roar, he pushed aside the crowd blocking his way and stumbled into the east wing.

"Xiuer! My Xiuer!"

From inside the house came Lin Jianguo's heart-wrenching cries, followed by a burst of hearty laughter.

"It's alive! It's really alive! Its hands are even warm!"

This shout became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Yan Zhengqing swayed twice, and all his energy and spirit instantly vanished.

He stared blankly in the direction of the east wing, like a puppet who had lost its soul.

"We lost..."

He muttered to himself.

"We've lost completely..."

Chu Chen looked at Yan Zhengqing's dejected appearance without saying a word, and just started peeling the candy wrapper.

"Sizzle—"

The sound of tearing candy wrappers was particularly jarring in the quiet courtyard.

Chu Chen stuffed the lollipop into his mouth and spoke indistinctly.

"Uncle Yan, stop spacing out!"

He stretched out his chubby little hand and pointed towards the woodshed in the backyard.

"A bet is a bet, and we just signed a written agreement."

Yan Zhengqing froze, his face turning deathly pale.

"My wood-chopping team happens to be short of a deputy captain."

Chu Chen looked at him with a sly smile.

"I see you have extraordinary bone structure, Uncle; you're a good candidate for physical labor."

"I've had the axe sharpened for you; it's gleaming, so it'll be easy to chop wood with."

Yan Zhengqing's lips twitched. Looking at the pairs of eyes around him that seemed to be watching a good show, he wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

If the head of the cultural relics inspection team were to actually chop wood for someone, where would he put his face afterward?

He took a deep breath, intending to cheat.

"This...this matter needs to be discussed further..."

"Discuss further?"

Chu Chen's face darkened, and he took the lollipop out of his mouth and pointed it at Yan Zhengqing's nose.

"Trying to renege on your debt?"

He turned around and shouted at Zhou Tian.

"Hey, go and pull out that banner we prepared a long time ago!"

"Alright!"

Zhou Tian was squatting by the wall watching the commotion when he heard this. He immediately pulled out a roll of red cloth from behind him and unfurled it like a treasure.

Several men in black suits tried to stop him, but Zhou Tian's aura as a grandmaster stopped them in their tracks.

The banner unfurled with a whoosh, reaching a length of five meters.

A line of large, flowing characters was written on it with a brush, the ink still quite fresh.

[Yan Zhengqing's words are like farts; he's shameless enough to renege on his debts after losing!]

The handwriting is crooked and messy, clearly the work of a five-year-old child, but the content...

This is absolutely explosive!

The group of powerful and influential people watching the spectacle were all red-faced and bulging-necked, wanting to laugh but not daring to, and it was quite a struggle for them to hold back.

Liu Dabiao didn't care about any of that and took the lead in making trouble.

"Wow! This handwriting has style! Team Leader Yan, if word gets out about your reputation, how will you lead the team in the future?"

Yan Zhengqing stared at the banner, his vision blurred, and he almost fainted on the spot.

If this were to actually be posted online, he would be completely ruined in Beijing's social circles.

"I...I accept my loss!"

These words were practically squeezed out from between Yan Zhengqing's teeth.

He shakily unbuttoned his top button and slammed the military water bottle he always carried onto the ground.

"It's just chopping wood! I'll do it!"

Chu Chen nodded in satisfaction and put the lollipop back in his mouth.

"That's right."

"Uncle Yan, try to look on the bright side."

Chu Chen walked over and patted Yan Zhengqing's thigh—because he couldn't reach his shoulder.

"This is also a form of labor reform, helping you to shed your official airs."

"We'll see."

Chu Chen lowered his voice and spoke in a tone that only the two of them could hear.

"If you behave well, I might reward you with half a cucumber from the cucumbers I grow in my backyard."

Yan Zhengqing was stunned. Looking at the five-year-old kid in front of him, he felt it was absurd.

Was I... being manipulated by a kid who was still wearing open-crotch pants?

"Zhou Tian!"

Chu Chen straightened up and waved his hand.

"Take Deputy Captain Yan to his new post!"

"Remember, if he doesn't chop enough, he's not allowed to have braised pork for dinner!"

"Okay!"

Zhou Tian scurried over, made a "please" gesture, and his face was full of schadenfreude.

"Team Leader Yan, no, Deputy Team Leader Yan, please?"

"We have a few old acquaintances waiting for you there."

Yan Zhengqing, his face dark, didn't even look at his subordinates, and walked towards the backyard.

His back view was so tragic, it looked like he was going to his execution.

Chu Chen watched his retreating figure and shrugged.

"Tch, this is what happens when you don't believe in science."

Just then, Lin Jianguo walked out of the east wing, leaning against the door frame.

His eyes were red and swollen, but he had a silly grin on his face.

"Xiao Chen... your mother... she opened her eyes!"