My Ares Son-in-Law

Cheng Tianan thought to himself, never mind, at this juncture, remaining silent is the wisest choice, so as not to cause trouble for no reason and lose face for no reason.

Let this matter go smoothly. If I rashly ask Xiao Chen to take another look, and Xiao Chen cannot come up with an effective treatment plan, wouldn't that put Xiao Chen in an awkward position and make him lose face?

Thinking of this, Cheng Tianan subconsciously shook his head slightly, as if to get rid of all the thoughts that might cause conflict from his mind.

Zhao Chunhua stood quietly by the side, feeling extremely depressed, and her whole body was shrouded in gloom, looking particularly depressed. Her little mouth unconsciously pursed slightly, as if it could hold a heavy oil bottle, and she looked like a child who had been wronged.

Her eyes were full of worry and concern, and she never took her eyes away from her brother lying on the bed.

Just when she was not paying attention, she saw Xiao Chen from the corner of her eyes. Xiao Chen had a handsome face, a calm expression, and a confident smile on his lips, as if the difficult disease in front of him was not worth mentioning at all, as if everything was under his control.

When Zhao Chunhua saw this scene, she was suddenly filled with nameless anger. She couldn't understand how Xiao Chen could be so calm and composed at this critical moment, as if he was not involved.

In her eyes, Xiao Chen's expression was simply gloating and a mockery of their Zhao family.

Zhao Chunhua could no longer bear this tone. She turned her head sharply, her eyes wide open, staring at Xiao Chen angrily, and asked loudly: "You guy, didn't you boast about your medical skills before? You also kept saying that secular medical skills are better than those in the Holy Land. Why are you like a mute and silent now?"

As she spoke, she put her hands on her hips and her chest heaving violently. It was obvious that she was completely infuriated by Xiao Chen's attitude. The anger in her heart surged like a flood that broke through a dam.

Facing Zhao Chunhua's questioning, the smile on Xiao Chen's face not only did not fade in the slightest, but became even brighter, like a flower blooming in spring.

He spoke slowly, his voice steady and firm, echoing in the ward like a huge bell: "Old Xue has always believed that he has superb medical skills, and he even ignores the superb and unique medical skills of the God of War.

I want to see how well this old doctor, who is highly respected in the medical community and admired by everyone, can handle this difficult case. Humph, you dare to look down on secular medicine without even considering yourself!"

As Xiao Chen spoke, a hint of undisguised disdain flashed in his eyes. He looked straight at Xue Lao, his gaze as sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to see through Xue Lao's inner world.

When Elder Xue heard Xiao Chen's ruthless words, his originally peaceful and kind face instantly became gloomy, and his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was tied in a knot that could not be untied.

He wondered in his heart why the boy's words were so harsh. They were like a sharp dagger stabbing straight at his dignity.

It sounded like he was secretly mocking himself, saying that he had an arrogant temper and was always very arrogant, but when it came to the critical moment of curing and saving lives, he couldn't show enough ability, and ultimately couldn't make the patient fully recover. Everything was just a vain reputation. The more Xue Lao thought about it, the more angry he felt, as if there was a burning flame rolling in his chest.

Mr. Xue, this legendary figure who has stood firm in the medical field for hundreds of years, has always been well-known for his profound cultivation.

Over the long years, no matter how difficult and complicated the disease was, or how difficult and challenging the patient was, he could always maintain the calmness and composure that is unique to a doctor, as if nothing in the world could disturb his inner peace.

However, his disciple Qingsong, who was standing beside him at this moment, seemed to be two completely different extremes from him, and had not learned even a bit of his master's calm temperament.

Qingsong's face turned as red as a ripe tomato, almost purple, his eyes were wide open, and there was rage in his eyes, as if it would burst out in the next second and burn everything in front of him.

The veins on his forehead bulged like little snakes ready to spring forth, beating violently with his rapid breathing. Finally, he could no longer suppress the rage that was erupting like a volcano, and took a big step forward, so fast that it brought up a breeze and stirred up some dust.

He stretched out his index finger, the tip of which was almost touching the tip of Xiao Chen's nose, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Who do you think you are? You are just a brat who is still wet behind the ears and doesn't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is! How dare you speak nonsense here and mock my master! My master has devoted himself to the study of medicine for hundreds of years. His medical skills are so superb that no one can match him, and his reputation is known far and wide.

He said that this disease cannot be cured, so there must be no way to save it! I will never believe that in this ordinary world, there is someone who has such a great ability to cure a disease that even my master is helpless to treat! "

Qingsong roared madly and waved his arms like a mad beast. His ferocious posture seemed as if he really wanted to eat Xiao Chen alive to relieve his hatred.

Seeing his apprentice being so impulsive and reckless, Master Xue couldn't help but frown slightly, with a hint of imperceptible displeasure flashing across his eyes. However, in an instant, his attention was refocused on Xiao Chen.

He took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes, as if trying to calm the turmoil in his heart.

When he opened his eyes again, his expression had become as cold as ice, and he said coldly: "My diagnosis is over. The next treatment plan is to prescribe medicine for internal use, and then combine it with medicinal baths and fire needles. Now, it's your turn to tell us your diagnosis results. But let me be frank. If it's exactly the same as mine, then don't waste everyone's precious time."

Xue Lao had already made some plans in mind. He was already very upset because he could not completely cure Zhao Chuanshen's illness. Now Xiao Chen, a young man who appeared out of nowhere, was pointing fingers at his medical skills. This was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire and hitting him right in the bud, becoming the perfect target for him to vent his emotions.

The implication of Xue Lao's words was obvious. He didn't want to see Xiao Chen being mysterious here, pretending to be so pretentious, and then giving the same diagnosis as himself, and even trying to use this to show that his medical skills were as superb as his.

He hoped that Xiao Chen would either come up with some refreshing and eye-opening diagnosis results, or just shut up and stop making trouble here. (End of this chapter)