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

"I...I accept my loss!"

Yan Zhengqing squeezed out these words through gritted teeth, as if he had used all his strength.

His straight spine slumped, and his stubbornness vanished completely with that admission of defeat.

The group of powerful and influential people around, who had been holding back their laughter, could no longer contain themselves when they saw that the person in question had admitted defeat. Their laughter rose and fell like firecrackers during the Lunar New Year.

Yan Zhengqing's face turned from white to red, then from red to green, and finally turned iron gray.

Without even glancing at the crowd around him, and without saying a word, he walked up to the banner that Zhou Tian had unfurled.

He reached out his trembling hand and personally snatched the red cloth that read "Yan Zhengqing's words are like farts" from Zhou Tian's hand, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into the arms of a subordinate in a black suit.

His movements were mechanical, and his eyes were vacant.

"Team leader..." The subordinate looked at the hot potato in his arms with a troubled expression.

"Get out of here, all of you!" Yan Zhengqing roared, like a wounded wild beast.

The group in black suits felt like they'd been granted a pardon. They didn't even bother with their two unconscious colleagues on the ground; they carried them to the car, afraid of being slow and incurring the wrath of their team leader.

Yan Zhengqing stood still, took a deep breath, and then, in front of everyone, began to unbutton the top button of his Zhongshan suit.

One, two.

He took off his crisp coat, folded it neatly, and handed it to Director Zhang, who was standing next to him, completely stunned.

"Director Zhang, thank you for your help."

Director Zhang hurriedly took it, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

Yan Zhengqing started rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt again, round and round, until they were very high, revealing two fair forearms with prominent veins from the effort.

After he finished doing all this, he turned around and walked silently toward the woodshed in the backyard.

That silhouette was desolate and tragic.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he wasn't going to chop wood, but to attend a funeral.

Zhou Tian, ​​watching from behind, couldn't help but laugh. He shouted at the retreating figure, "Deputy Captain Yan, this way! Don't go the wrong way! The outhouse is on the other side!"

Yan Zhengqing stumbled and almost fell again.

He gritted his teeth, quickened his pace, and disappeared behind the moon gate without looking back.

Chu Chen watched his retreating figure, nodded in satisfaction, and spat out the tasteless lollipop stick from his mouth.

He was about to pull Lin Jianguo into the house to check on his mother's condition.

In the east wing, Lin Jianguo had already walked out, leaning against the door frame, swaying unsteadily, tears streaming down his face, his mouth stretched wide like a fool's.

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

That cry, though tinged with sobs, was filled with an indescribable ecstasy.

Chu Chen's body stiffened.

The confident, authoritative demeanor he had just displayed vanished without a trace.

The color drained from his face in an instant.

"Grandpa, what...what did you say?"

"Your mom! Your mom opened her eyes! She just glanced at me! And she can move her hands!" Lin Jianguo rambled incoherently, pointing into the room, laughing and crying at the same time.

Chu Chen's eyes immediately turned red.

That wasn't an act.

Her eyes turned bright red, and moisture quickly gathered in her eyes, forming large teardrops that fell to the ground with a plop.

He didn't care about anything else, pushed aside Lin Jianguo who was blocking his way, and rushed into the east wing like a madman with his short legs.

……

In the backyard of Qianlong Residence, at the entrance to the woodshed.

Zhao Wuji, the former master of Xuanyao Valley, was sitting on a small stool at the door, with his legs crossed, supervising a group of "labor reform prisoners" as they worked.

Several blond, blue-eyed international spies were laboriously piling firewood into a corner.

"Get to work! Haven't you eaten yet?!" Zhao Wuji snapped in fluent dialect. "If you don't meet today's KPIs, nobody's getting any of that 'divine cuisine' for dinner!"

He is now adapting very well to the position of "toilet chief"; although his official rank is not high, his authority is considerable.

Just then, Yan Zhengqing walked in with a dark expression.

When Zhao Wuji saw the newcomer, a cultured man in a white shirt, he immediately perked up.

He stood up from the stool, walked to Yan Zhengqing, put his hands behind his back, and, imitating Chu Chen, circled around him.

"New here?" Zhao Wuji raised his chin. "Does he know the rules?"

He pointed to himself, then to Zhao Tiansha, the Grand Elder of Xuanyao Valley, who was sharpening an axe beside him.

"When you see Director Zhao and Deputy Captain Wu, you must greet them first, understand?"

Zhao Tiansha also raised his head, glanced at Yan Zhengqing, and his eyes were full of the superiority of someone who had been there.

He went through the same thing back then.

Yan Zhengqing was already furious and had nowhere to vent his anger, so he wouldn't pay any attention to him.

His gaze swept around the yard, finally settling on a large, sharp-edged axe leaning against the corner of the wall.

He walked over and grabbed the axe.

Zhao Wuji and Zhao Tiansha exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of mockery in each other's eyes.

Can a frail scholar even lift an axe? Don't hurt yourself.

Yan Zhengqing, carrying an axe, walked to a large, half-person-high wooden stump.

Without saying a word, he swung his arm in a wide arc and chopped down on the wooden block with all his might.

"ha!"

He roared, his face turning red.

"clang!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

The axe struck the wooden stump, leaving only a shallow white mark. The impact made Yan Zhengqing's hand go numb, and he almost dropped the axe.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The group of convicts in the courtyard, whether they were masters or spies, all burst into laughter.

Zhao Wuji laughed so hard that tears almost came out.

"Hey, you cultured guy, are you chopping wood or doing gua sha?"

Yan Zhengqing's face turned a deep purplish-red.

He stared intently at the wooden stump in front of him, his eyes bloodshot.

His mind was filled with Chu Chen's smiling face, Zhou Tian's gloating expression when he unfurled the banner, and the faces of the powerful figures around him who wanted to laugh but dared not.

What a shame!

"ah--!"

Yan Zhengqing roared again, raising his axe high with both hands. His posture was not like he was chopping wood, but rather like he was fighting someone to the death.

He mistook the wooden stump for Chu Chen's hateful little face.

"I'll chop you to pieces, you little bastard!"

He mumbled incoherent curses as he chopped down with his axe.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Wood chips flew everywhere.

He didn't have any special skills; he relied entirely on his ruthlessness.

Gradually, the laughter in the courtyard subsided.

The smiles on Zhao Wuji and Zhao Tiansha's faces also faded.

They were all stunned when they saw Yan Zhengqing, who seemed to have gone mad.

This old man... he wasn't chopping wood at all.

This is clearly treating the wood as a murderer, turning its bones to ashes!

That ruthless, reckless spirit even made these former martial arts masters a little uneasy.

Just then, Chu Chen's lazy voice came from the doorway.

"Uncle Yan, your posture is wrong."

Chu Chen had wandered over at some point and was leaning against the door frame, a cucumber dangling from his mouth, watching with great interest.

"You're just using your arm strength, don't you understand the importance of waist and hip coordination? If you keep using brute force like that, you'll have a herniated disc tomorrow."

He took a bite of the cucumber with a "crunch," chewing it with a satisfying crunch.

"If it's considered a work-related injury, I won't reimburse your medical expenses."

Yan Zhengqing paused in his actions.

He slowly turned his head, his eyes were frighteningly red, staring intently at Chu Chen as if they were about to spit fire.

"You...shut...up!"

These three words seemed to pop out one by one from his back teeth.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Chu Chen shook his head. "Quite a temper."

He swayed over and patted Yan Zhengqing's arm.

"Uncle Yan, don't be angry. This is also a form of spiritual practice."

"Look at you, you used to be so arrogant, but now you're so down-to-earth. What do you call that? You call staying true to your original aspiration and keeping your mission firmly in mind."

Chu Chen spoke in a very serious tone.

"From now on, don't call you Team Leader Yan anymore. How about we call you a model worker?"

"puff--"

Zhou Tian, ​​standing to the side, couldn't hold back his laughter and burst out laughing.

Yan Zhengqing's chest heaved violently, and the axe in his hand creaked as he gripped it tightly. He was afraid that he might impulsively throw the axe away.

Just then, Lin Jianguo's excited shouts suddenly came from the direction of the east wing.

"Xiao Chen! Come quick! Your mom... she seems to want to speak!"

Chu Chen's playful smile froze instantly.

The half cucumber in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

He turned his head sharply to look in Lin Jianguo's direction, his voice trembling.

"Grandpa, what did you say?!"