My Ares Son-in-Law

What was the origin of this Xiao Chen that made Cheng Tianan risk offending him? This was really too unreasonable. His eyes were full of doubts and puzzlement, his brows were tightly knitted into the shape of a "chuan" character, and the wrinkles on his forehead seemed to be engraved with the traces of time.

"Okay, okay, everyone stop arguing!" Zhao Chunhua saw that the atmosphere was becoming more and more tense, and thought to herself that something was wrong. She hurried forward. Her steps were quick and the hem of her skirt swayed quickly with her movements.

He kept waving his hands in the air, as if trying to dispel the tense atmosphere.

Her eyes were filled with anxiety, her eyes were slightly red, and her voice was clear but pleading, "Dad, Brother Cheng, please both take a step back. Aren't we gathered here today to treat my brother? Besides, Elder Xue from the Snow Lotus Sect is concentrating on treating my brother, so please don't disturb him. If the treatment is affected, what will happen to my brother!"

Zhao Chunhua knew better than anyone that Xiao Chen looked ordinary, but in fact, his medical skills were unfathomable. She had personally experienced Xiao Chen's amazing medical skills before. Moreover, the old man of the Cheng family was cured by Xiao Chen.

Because of her brother's illness, she knew that she must not easily offend anyone who might save her brother, so she hurried out to smooth things over and tried to ease the tense atmosphere.

"Hmph!" Zhao Liangren snorted heavily, the sound coming from deep in his nose, with a strong sense of resentment and frustration. His face was still ashen, and he turned his head away, with a trace of anger still in his eyes, and no longer looked at Cheng Tianan and Xiao Chen.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, turned to face Elder Xue of the Snow Lotus Sect, and instantly put on a humble smile on his face. He said in a flattering tone, "Elder Xue, please continue. Don't pay attention to these insignificant trivial matters. Everything should be based on curing my son's illness."

After saying this, he bowed slightly, his waist bent very low, his posture was extremely humble, and the expression on his face instantly changed from anger to humility, as if the fierce conflict just now was just an illusion and had never happened.

Old Xue sat upright beside the bed, his posture straight, his long robe hanging down, as if weighed down by the years. He slowly raised his head, his eyes like cold stars penetrating the mist, lightly falling on Xiao Chen.

The corners of his mouth curled up into a faint smile, which concealed the pride accumulated from years of practicing medicine, as well as the disdain for young people. He said, "I have studied medicine for most of my life, and I have seen too many young people who are eager for success and want to reach the top overnight. But medicine is like sailing against the current. Every step needs to be taken steadily and steadily, and there is no room for impetuousness."

As he spoke, he shook his head gently, and the whisk in his hand swayed rhythmically, as if telling about his glorious past.

Xiao Chen seemed to have not heard anything, and continued to look intently at Zhao Chuanshen on the bed. His eyes were firm and sharp. In his mind, his medical skills had already reached perfection, and neither the secular medical arts nor the mysterious temple medical skills could be compared with him.

Even if we look at the vast and mysterious ancient sea, his medical skills are second to none. Xue Lao's words, which seemed to be sincere but actually contained sarcasm, sounded like insignificant noise to him.

He leaned over and carefully observed Zhao Chuanshen's complexion and demeanor, not missing any subtle details, trying to find clues of the disease from these appearances. Then, he reached out and picked up the treatment report placed aside, and the paper was gently flipped in his hands, making a slight rustling sound.

This report recorded in detail the cause and starting time of Zhao Chuanshen's madness, as well as the various symptoms during his attacks. It provided great convenience for Xiao Chen's diagnosis. Seeing that Xiao Chen had no reaction to his words, Xue Lao thought to himself that the young man must have heard it and knew that his words were inappropriate, so he stopped talking and turned his attention back to Zhao Chuanshen.

He looked solemn, and slowly stretched out his right hand. His dry fingers were like the withered branches of an old tree that had been through wind and rain, and gently placed them on Zhao Chuanshen's wrist, and began to feel his pulse. His eyes narrowed slightly, and the wrinkles on his face became more obvious, and he was immersed in a state of concentration.

At the same time, he circulated the internal energy in his body, and a faint white airflow slowly flowed from the palm of his hand into Zhao Chuanshen's body. As the internal energy flowed, he seemed to be exploring every corner of Zhao Chuanshen's body, trying to find the deeply hidden root of the disease.

After a careful inspection, Xue Lao slowly withdrew his hand, and the expression on his face became increasingly solemn, as if a heavy lead cloud was pressing down on him.

He was silent for a long time, carefully choosing his words, and then he said in a heavy tone: "From a physiological function point of view, his physical condition is completely normal, and he can even be said to be full of energy. He doesn't look like a sick person at all. But this madness is extremely strange and very different from ordinary diseases. It is really difficult to deal with."

Mr. Zhao had been extremely anxious for a long time. When he heard what Elder Xue said, he could no longer suppress his anxiety. He stepped forward in a hurry, his hands trembling slightly, and asked in a voice that was a little anxious and trembling, "Then Elder Xue, can you tell me whether he can be cured? My son, he can't keep going crazy like this!"

Old Xue's brows were twisted into a knot, his eyes were full of worry, and he said slowly: "It's difficult! If you want to treat it, medicinal baths, internal medicine, and acupuncture are all indispensable. But the key is that using needles on the brain is a very dangerous thing.

The brain is the most delicate and complex part of the human body. If there is any mistake, even a wrong injection, not only will the madness not be cured, but it is very likely to cause serious problems in other parts of his body, with disastrous consequences. "

At this point, he paused for a moment, adjusted his breathing, and continued, "However, if we use the 'Snow Lotus Divine Needle' handed down from our ancestors of the Snow Lotus Sect for acupuncture, perhaps his condition can be restored by 20% to 30%, at least so that he won't go crazy so often.

But it is impossible to completely recover and return to the original state in the current situation. As for a radical cure, it is even more difficult and there is almost no hope. "

When Mr. Zhao heard Elder Xue's diagnosis, his already furrowed brows instantly twisted into a knot, and the wrinkles on his forehead were like ravines, filled with sorrow.

His eyes were bloodshot, which were the traces of countless days and nights of worry and toil for his son. At this moment, anxiety and unwillingness were surging in them. He stared at Old Xue, as if trying to find a glimmer of hope from the other's face.

His voice trembled slightly with excitement, and he almost cried out:

"He has only recovered 20% or 30%? How can this be possible! With this little recovery, won't his life be no different from a madman? Elder Xue, our Zhao family has been looking for famous doctors all over the country for my son's illness over the years, and spent a lot of money, but what is the result? It's all in vain." (End of this chapter)