My Ares Son-in-Law

Xiao Chen was so smart and perceptive that he instantly understood the profound meaning of Xue's words.

He still had that calm smile on his face, and said slowly, "It seems that Xue always hopes that I can express some different opinions."

The tone was as if everything in the world was under his control, calm and confident, as if the dispute before them was just a trivial episode.

Elder Xue nodded slightly, his expression still as calm as water, and said: "That's right, repeating words is meaningless, it is just a waste of everyone's time. Besides, my Snow Lotus Divine Needle is a peerless skill that has been passed down for thousands of years in my Snow Lotus Sect. The needle technique is exquisite and has reached the pinnacle.

I think that no matter how powerful your acupuncture skills are, they can never surpass my Snow Lotus Needle. In this case, if the diagnosis results are the same, then there is naturally no need to elaborate further. "

As Xue Lao spoke, he raised his chin slightly, with a hint of pride that was hard to conceal in his eyes.

In his opinion, his medical skills are already top-notch in the world. A young boy who has just started out cannot be compared with him at all. There is simply a world of difference between them.

After hearing what Master Xue said, Xiao Chen's smile instantly disappeared, replaced by a serious and cold expression. He stared at Master Xue closely, his eyes as sharp as torches, as if he wanted to penetrate Master Xue's heart.

Then, he uttered three words in a calm but powerful tone: "Stupid, rigid, and blockheaded!" These words were like a blockbuster bomb, instantly setting off a huge wave in everyone's hearts and hitting everyone's heart hard.

"What!" When Xue Lao heard this, his eyes instantly widened into the size of copper bells, and his face was filled with shock and anger. His expression seemed to say that he couldn't believe that he would hear such insulting words from the mouth of a young boy.

He was highly respected in the medical community. Who dared to be so rude to him over the years? Now, this brat who looked only in his twenties was so bold and insulted him so unscrupulously. How could he bear it?

Qingsong, who was standing by, was completely enraged by Xiao Chen's words. He was like a ignited gunpowder barrel that could explode at any time. His body was shaking violently with anger, his hands were clenched tightly into fists, and his knuckles turned white from excessive force, as if they would be crushed in the next second.

Almost without hesitation, he lunged forward at such a speed that a whirring sound was created in the wind.

He kept yelling, "You bastard, how dare you insult my master? I'm going to teach you a lesson today. I'll let you know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is!"

The atmosphere in the ward at this moment was extremely tense, as if the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder. A fierce conflict was about to break out, and everyone's heart was in their throat, as if a thrilling battle would break out here in the next second.

Facing the surging tide of anger and questioning from the master and disciple, Xiao Chen seemed to be standing aside. His expression was as calm as a deep pond without any waves. All the noise and chaos around him could not stir up a ripple in his heart.

He raised his chin slightly, his straight neck revealed his inherent pride, his eyes gleamed with a determined light, his confident look seemed to declare his absolute control over medical skills.

His tone was calm and steady, and every word was powerful. He said slowly: "I am not deliberately offending you. I am just stating the facts. In your eyes, is ordinary acupuncture really worthless and incapable of curing diseases and saving lives? If you blindly immerse yourself in the study of ancient acupuncture techniques, but ignore the tempering of your own strength, how much effect can it have even if your acupuncture techniques are superb?

Take Zhao Chuanshen's current condition for example. It is not necessary to use the Snow Lotus Needle. In my opinion, he can recover by using common acupuncture techniques and some symptomatic medicines."

As Xiao Chen talked, he shook his head slightly, his eyes revealing helplessness and regret towards traditional concepts, as if he was lamenting that everyone's understanding of medical skills was too narrow and one-sided.

When Zhao Chunhua heard Xiao Chen's remarks, her originally dull eyes suddenly widened into a circle, like two bright stars. A flame of hope suddenly ignited in her originally dead eyes, and that light was so blazing that it seemed to dispel the darkness around them.

She stared at Xiao Chen intently, her eyes full of shock and expectation, as if eagerly asking: Could this be true? Could this person really be her brother's lifeline?
Her lips trembled slightly uncontrollably, and her voice became trembling and sharp due to excitement: "Really? You are not lying to me, are you? You should know that if you lie to me, I will never forgive you!"

At this moment, she had already thrown away all her politeness and reserve, and her heart and eyes were filled with only her brother's sick figure. As long as she could cure her brother, she would pay any price.

Xiao Chen turned his head slightly, his eyes falling lightly on Zhao Chunhua. His eyes were like an accurate ruler, carefully examining her sincerity.

After a moment, he spoke slowly. Although his voice was not loud, it contained an invisible force that echoed in Zhao Chunhua's ears like a huge bell: "Do you think this is the attitude you should have when facing your brother's only hope?"

These brief words, like a heavy hammer, instantly awakened Zhao Chunhua who was immersed in excitement.

Zhao Chunhua instantly realized her own gaffe, and her face flushed red like a ripe apple, filled with guilt and regret.

She lowered her head hastily, as if she didn't dare to look directly into Xiao Chen's eyes, her voice full of urgency and sincerity: "I was wrong, I was too impulsive, I was really wrong. As long as you can cure my brother, no matter how I make it up to you, even if I have to work like a slave for you, I will have no complaints."

As Zhao Chunhua spoke, her eyes gradually turned red and tears welled up in them. She and her brother Zhao Chuanshen had a deep relationship since childhood, and seeing Zhao Chuanshen's current condition, she always felt that she had an unshirkable responsibility. This heavy guilt had been accumulated in her heart for a long time, and every word she said was filled with her sincerity and regret.

Xiao Chen looked at Zhao Chunhua's face full of guilt and anxiety, and his heart could not help but surge with a wave of emotion. He sighed softly. He shook his head slightly, and the severity in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a touch of understanding and tolerance.

He nodded gently, his tone soothing and gentle: "Don't worry, in my opinion, this is just a small problem. Although I am not as famous as the Holy Land Snow Lotus Sect, it is not difficult for me to cure your brother's madness."

As Xiao Chen spoke, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted, revealing a confident and calm smile, which seemed to announce to the world that everything was under his control and no disease could stump him. (End of this chapter)