My Ares Son-in-Law

"After all, my father's illness was also cured by seeking medical treatment everywhere, and he invited famous doctors from all over the country, but none of them could cure him. Even if he thought that you cured my father just by luck, he was already desperate about his son's madness. As long as there was a slight possibility, how could he let it go easily? So, he is naturally willing to ask you to try."

At this moment, the car happened to pass an intersection, the red light came on, Cheng Tianan slowly stepped on the brakes, turned to look at Xiao Chen with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"After all, he is almost going crazy because of his son's illness. Who would be willing to give up even if there is a glimmer of hope?" Cheng Tianan muttered to himself again. The green light came on, he stepped on the accelerator, and the car continued to speed towards the direction of the Zhao family, weaving through the hustle and bustle of the city, as if embarking on an important journey that would determine his destiny.

Xiao Chen's mouth corners slightly raised, a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes, and he smiled with interest: "Did you say my name?" His tone seemed casual, but in fact it contained deep meaning, as if he had a different expectation for what kind of reaction his name would cause in the Zhao family.

When Cheng Tianan heard this, he was stunned at first, then a look of astonishment appeared on his face. He shook his head subconsciously, and asked with a hint of doubt in his tone: "Do I need to say it?" In his opinion, the fact that Xiao Chen cured his father was far more convincing than the name itself, but he did not expect Xiao Chen to suddenly ask this question.

Seeing this, Xiao Chen just smiled gently. That smile was like a spring breeze, instantly dispelling Cheng Tianan's doubts. He said in a relaxed tone: "It's okay, I'll just ask."

But deep down, he couldn't help but wonder, what would Zhao Chunhua, the eldest daughter of the Zhao family, do when she saw him? Would she be shocked, or would she have a look with a deeper meaning? All kinds of speculations spread like ripples in his mind.

As the two were talking, the car slowly drove into a magnificent manor. Looking around, the manor was full of green trees and colorful flowers, a peaceful and harmonious scene.

In the past, houses of this size were rare, but with the advent of the Age of Warriors, people's needs for living space and safety changed, and such houses gradually became more and more numerous.

Usually, the people who lived here were either local tycoons who were as wealthy as a country, or martial arts families with deep roots. These manors covered a considerable area, with a small one covering at least hundreds of acres, and a large one even covering thousands of acres.

Judging from its size, the Zhao family's manor in front of us has at least 500 acres of land, which is extremely large among all the manors.

The manor's walls are tall and thick, covered with green vines, showing the traces of time. The gate is made of heavy solid wood and inlaid with exquisite copper decorations, which is simple and solemn.

The car drove along the spacious driveway, went straight into the manor, and finally stopped in front of a building. Cheng Tianan parked the car skillfully, unbuckled the seat belt, turned to look at Xiao Chen, made a gesture of invitation, and then took Xiao Chen into the building.

The moment he stepped into the building, Xiao Chen noticed that it was different. The entire space had been specially modified, and there were almost no facilities around that could cause injuries. The floor was flat and soft, and the furniture had been replaced with rounded corners or wrapped with thick protective pads. This was Zhao Chuanshen's residence.

The layout of the house was extremely simple, with almost no extra decorations except for the necessary daily necessities. After all, once Zhao Chuanshen went crazy, he would not recognize any relatives, and any sharp and hard objects could become weapons to hurt people.

Although the Zhao family's head was reluctant to let his son live in such a simple environment, he had to make such a helpless decision out of consideration for the safety of his son and others. The moment he stepped into the room, Xiao Chen seemed to have walked into a strange space shrouded in silence. There was a faint medicinal fragrance in the air, which intertwined with the quiet atmosphere, making every breath here oppressive.

The room was eerily quiet, as if time had stood still. Only Zhao Chuanshen's soft and slightly rapid breathing could be heard, slowly flowing in the silence, as if telling of the pain he was going through.

Zhao Chuanshen lay quietly on the bed, immersed in a deep sleep. His face was as pale as paper, without any blood, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his brows were tightly knitted into the shape of a "川" character, as if he could not get rid of the pain that followed him like a shadow even in his sleep, and he would utter soft mumblings from time to time, which made people feel pity for him.

In the center of the room, Zhao Liangren, the head of the Zhao family, had a solemn expression on his face. His tall body was slightly hunched at the moment, as if his spine was bent by an invisible burden.

His eyes were fixed on his son, full of love and worry, as if he wanted to pass all his care and strength to the sleeping Zhao Chuanshen. His hands trembled slightly unconsciously, revealing his inner anxiety and uneasiness.

Zhao Chunhua stood quietly by the side, his hands folded in front of his chest, with a look of complicated contemplation in his eyes. His eyes moved back and forth between his father and his brother, sometimes frowning, sometimes nodding slightly, as if he was weighing something important, or thinking about how to solve his brother's illness.

In a corner of the room stood an old man in his fifties or sixties. He was thin and wore a simple robe that was washed a little bleached but still neat, which perfectly outlined his tall figure.

His gray hair was neatly tied back, with a few strands of hair hanging down at his temples, adding a bit of vicissitudes to his face. His face was full of traces of time, and every wrinkle seemed to be telling an unknown story, but his deep-set eyes sparkled with wisdom and calmness, which made people dare not underestimate him.

Next to the old man was a tall young man who was carrying a small but well-made medicine box on his back. The decoration on the surface of the medicine box was very exquisite, and a blooming snow lotus was vividly engraved on it.

The veins of the petals are clearly visible, and the delicate carving technique makes this snow lotus seem to be given life, and one can even feel a hint of chilliness from it.

Xiao Chen's eyes inadvertently swept across the medicine box, and his heart suddenly moved, and a long-forgotten memory instantly came to his mind. He clearly remembered that in the mysterious and misty Penglai Holy Land, there was a sect that relied on medicine to survive - the Snow Lotus Sect.

The Snow Lotus Sect is well-known in the Holy Land of Penglai, and its disciples are all famous for their superb medical skills and noble medical ethics. They take it as their mission to save the world, and travel through deep mountains and old forests all year round to collect rare medicinal materials, especially snow lotus, a sacred object from extremely cold lands, which is the key to their medical skills.

With their unique medical skills and deep understanding of pharmacology, the prescriptions and treatments they developed often allow dying people to regain life, and they are highly respected in the holy land, so they use the snow lotus as the symbol of the sect. (End of this chapter)