My Ares Son-in-Law

Xiao Chen's acupuncture method was comparable to the full-strength Snow Lotus Needle. In his past cognition, this was simply an absurd Arabian Nights fantasy. But the cruel reality was like a sharp dagger, ruthlessly piercing through the cognitive barriers that he thought were solid.

Deep in his heart, he felt a deep sense of defeat, as if the medical skills he had been proud of for many years were nothing more than a show of skill in front of Xiao Chen. He felt like a frog trapped at the bottom of a well, always thinking that he had known the vastness of the entire sky, but never expected that the real sky was far more vast and boundless than he had imagined.

His heart was filled with awe for Xiao Chen, but also with a burning fire of curiosity. What kind of unknown life experience and adventures did Xiao Chen, a young man with amazing medical skills, have?

Xiao Chen seemed not to notice Xue Lao's fiery and doubtful gaze, and seemed not to hear his urgent questioning. In his world, the only thing in front of him was Zhao Chuanshen who was in urgent need of treatment. His expression was focused and solemn, as if everything around him had turned into nothingness.

He knew very well that acupuncture, especially the treatment of the head, which is related to life and death, requires one to reach a state of oblivion, concentration, and no distractions, and no room for negligence or laziness. Every needle placed carries the hope of life, but also the threat of death. If one is not careful, the patient will fall into an abyss of no return.

His eyes were like the cold stars in the cold night, firm and steady. Under his control, the needle in his hand was like a lively fairy, dancing among Zhao Chuanshen's acupuncture points. The needle trembled gently, and every slight tremor seemed to play a melody of life, conveying a mysterious and powerful force.

Zhao Chuanshen lay quietly on the hospital bed, his eyes closed and his brows slightly furrowed, like a hill hit by a storm. He felt as if there were strands of electricity flowing happily in the depths of his brain, and wherever the electricity went, it brought a strange and unfamiliar electric shock feeling.

At the same time, his head gradually became hot from the aching and swelling, as if a warm flame was slowly burning. This strange and complex feeling filled his heart with uneasiness and fear, as if he was in a dark forest and lost his way.

But in this anxiety and fear, he also secretly held on to a glimmer of hope. He could truly feel that he was being gently cared for and healed by a mysterious and powerful force.

His body trembled slightly involuntarily, and his hands subconsciously grasped the bed sheet. The bed sheet was crumpled into a ball in his hands, as if it was a true reflection of his inner feelings at the moment, both nervous and full of anticipation.

About twenty minutes passed, which seemed particularly long in this tense and oppressive atmosphere. Finally, Xiao Chen slowly stopped, his movements gentle and soothing, as if he was completing a sacred and solemn ceremony.

He exhaled lightly, and there was a sense of relief in his breath. There was no trace of fatigue on his face, and his fair face was still filled with confidence and composure.

After all, with his current extraordinary realm, treating Zhao Chuanshen's illness is just a piece of cake, and it doesn't take much energy and physical strength. In his eyes, all of this is as natural as flowing water, and it is a normal display of his strength.

Zhao Liangren had been standing quietly by the side like a wooden sculpture, his eyes fixed on Xiao Chen and Zhao Chuanshen, not daring to move away for even a moment, as if afraid to miss any crucial moment.

At this moment, his heart was also deeply shocked by Xiao Chen's magical acupuncture technique. Admiration and curiosity surged in his heart like a surging tide. He leaned forward slightly, and the angle of his body seemed to tell of his inner urgency. He asked softly, "Is this the end?" There was a hint of expectation in his voice that was hard to conceal. That expectation was like a light in the darkness, illuminating his desire for Zhao Chuanshen's recovery.

Xiao Chen's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a smile as warm as the spring breeze, that smile seemed to be able to dispel all the haze in the world. He immediately waved his hand, the movement was chic and neat, as if he was a general commanding thousands of troops.

The silver needles on Zhao Chuanshen's body were retracted neatly and orderly, as if they were summoned by some mysterious force.

He smiled, his laughter full of confidence and relief, and said, "Yes, it's over. The root cause of Zhao Chuanshen's madness is that someone used the soul-searching method to cause this. However, now everything is fine. I have successfully repaired his soul sea. When he wakes up, he will return to normal."

His tone was firm and calm, as if he was talking about something that was a matter of course, but the great strength and confidence contained in his words were like an invisible force that shocked everyone present.

In the Zhao family's reception room, the atmosphere was solemn and full of expectation. Mr. Zhao's originally tense face was now filled with a complex expression, with shock, gratitude and guilt intertwined. His eyes were fixed on Xiao Chen, as if the young doctor in front of him was the salvation of his entire family.

Suddenly, as if he had made up his mind, he bent his legs slightly, leaned forward, and with an almost pious attitude, he bowed deeply towards Xiao Chen and bowed respectfully.

His back was bent into a humble arc, and his forehead was almost touching the smooth ground. At this moment, he completely put aside the dignity and pride of being the head of the Zhao family.

When he slowly stood up and looked at Xiao Chen, his eyes were filled with deep respect. The light flashing in his eyes was like a traveler who found the dawn in the darkness, full of gratitude and awe.

"Dr. Xiao, you have worked so hard!" His voice trembled slightly because of his inner excitement, with a few sobs that were difficult to conceal, "Not only did you bring my son back to health, but you were also able to see through the root cause of my son's madness at a glance. This amazing medical skill is really beyond the reach of others.

I was short-sighted and short-sighted before, and I offended you a lot. I hope Master Xiao will be magnanimous and don't hold it against me." As he spoke, he bowed slightly again, his attitude was extremely sincere, and every word seemed to come from the deepest part of his heart.

Xiao Chen stood there, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining a warm and gentle smile. That smile seemed to have the power to dispel the haze, like a gentle breeze in spring, making people feel comfortable and at ease.

"Don't be so polite," he said softly, his tone was calm and indifferent, but also contained endless compassion, "I have always believed that the martial arts geniuses of our Dragon Country are all pillars of the country. It is really heartbreaking if they are buried because of such a disease. Zhao Chuanshen is gifted. Given time, he will surely shine on the road of martial arts. I just did what I should do." (End of this chapter)