My Ares Son-in-Law

Xiao Chen shook his head slightly, his eyes revealing a trace of cherishment and satisfaction for talents, as if in his heart, saving these geniuses was an innate mission.

After hearing what Xiao Chen said, Mr. Zhao sighed softly, and a bitter smile appeared on his face. That smile was full of the sadness and helplessness of being a father.

He shook his head slowly, his eyes revealing deep attachment and emotion: "Dr. Xiao, you may have saved a genius out of kindness, but to me, he is my most beloved son! Over the years, watching him go crazy and unable to take care of himself, our family's hearts felt like being stabbed by thousands of needles. Every night, I tossed and turned, my heart full of worry and concern for him. Dr. Xiao, your kindness today is as heavy as Mount Tai to our Zhao family, and we will never forget it."

There were sparkling tears in his eyes, which showed a father's deep love for his son and his endless gratitude to Xiao Chen. At this moment, his heart had already been conquered by Xiao Chen's medical skills and kindness.

Xiao Chen still had a smile on his face and waved his hand gently. There was a hint of humility in his smile, as if in his eyes, all this was just a trivial matter.

Then, he turned his head slightly, his eyes fell on Old Xue who was standing aside like a fool, a hint of cunning and ridicule flashed in his eyes, as if saying: "Old Xue, now you've seen how powerful I am." "Old Xue, what do you think of my acupuncture skills?" he asked with a smile, his voice carrying a bit of ease and teasing.

Old Xue had not yet recovered from the shock brought by Xiao Chen's miraculous medical skills. He opened his mouth slightly as if he wanted to say something, but was so shocked that he was speechless for a moment.

At this time, his apprentice Qingsong, who was young and full of vigor, had a stubborn look on his face. He stiffened his neck, his face flushed, and said loudly: "I admit that your acupuncture method is indeed powerful." There was a hint of reluctance and unwillingness in his tone, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "But the person hasn't woken up yet, what are you so proud of?"

There was a hint of disdain and suspicion in his eyes, as if he still had doubts about Xiao Chen's medical skills. His youthful and energetic appearance seemed a little out of place in this slightly solemn occasion.

However, fate always seems to like to create dramatic turns at critical moments. Just as Qingsong finished speaking, Zhao Chuanshen, who was lying quietly on the bed, moved slightly, and then he slowly sat up.

He first rubbed his head, his movements slow and confused, as if he had just woken up from a long and chaotic dream. His eyes were full of confusion and bewilderment, his brows were tightly knitted together, as if he was trying to recall something, or trying to figure out where he was.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something terrible, his eyes widened suddenly, a look of horror appeared on his face, and he shouted loudly: "Chunhua, run, I'm here, I won't let you get hurt!"

His voice became sharp due to nervousness and anxiety, full of determination and courage to protect his brother. The firmness in his eyes seemed to be able to dispel all the darkness in the world.

However, the next moment, he seemed to be under a spell, and he froze, his expression instantly frozen, as if time had stopped at this moment. Because he not only saw Zhao Chunhua, but also Zhao Liangren.

His mouth was slightly open, as if he could swallow a duck egg, and his eyes were full of surprise and disbelief, as if he couldn't believe his own eyes.

"Dad? Why are you here too? No, where is this place? Where is the enemy just now?" He asked repeatedly, his tone full of confusion and bewilderment, his voice trembling slightly, as if he was in a strange and mysterious world, his eyes wandering back and forth between the people, trying to find the answer from everyone's face. Zhao Liangren's face was full of confusion, his brows twisted into the shape of a "川" character, his eyes fixed on Zhao Chuanshen, and then quickly moved to Xiao Chen, his eyes seemed to be eager to get to the bottom of things.

His lips trembled slightly, and he seemed to have a thousand words to say, but he didn't know where to start. After a long while, he squeezed out a sentence from his dry throat: "What is going on? Why did it suddenly become like this?" His tone was full of anxiety and confusion, as if he was in a fog, eager to find a way out.

Xiao Chen looked calm, with an expression of indifference that showed he knew everything. He began to explain slowly and steadily, with each word like a reassurance:

"His memory of the time when he was crazy has disappeared. Now, only the memory before he was driven crazy remains. In his cognition, time is still stuck at the moment when the incident happened, so he has such a reaction. As he slowly adapts, he will gradually understand the current situation."

As he spoke, he nodded slightly, his eyes revealing the professionalism and patience of a doctor.

"Who is this?" Zhao Chuanshen had a confused look on his face. His eyes fell on Xiao Chen. His eyes were full of confusion and his head was slightly tilted to one side, as if he was trying to search deep in his memory for the impression of this person. But the emptiness in his eyes showed that he found nothing.

Zhao Chunhua's eyes had already turned red and tears were welling up in them. Finally, he could no longer suppress his emotions and big tears rolled down his cheeks.

He raised his hand in panic to wipe his tears, and said in a sobbing voice: "Brother, this is Dr. Xiao, he is the one who cured you! That time, in order to cover my escape, you were caught by the bad guys and the soul-searching technique was performed on you, which is why you are like this now... I'm sorry, brother, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have left you alone to face those dangers."

His shoulders trembled slightly, and his words were intermittent due to sobbing. All the self-blame and regret in his heart were melted into these few words.

"Silly boy, I'm glad you're okay." Zhao Chuanshen let out a long sigh, and the tense expression on his face instantly relaxed, replaced by a relieved smile.

His eyes were full of tenderness and doting. He raised his hand and gently patted Zhao Chunhua's shoulder. That action seemed to convey strength, and seemed to comfort his brother's wounded heart. It seemed to be silently saying that everything in the past was no longer important, as long as his family was safe.

Xue Lao stood aside, his face flushed red, like a ripe tomato, a color mixed with embarrassment and awkwardness.

He gritted his teeth and forced a smile that was uglier than crying. He looked at Xiao Chen, his tone full of helplessness and admiration: "Sir, you are really a miracle doctor. I am completely convinced. I am willing to accept the loss." As he said that, he turned to look at Qingsong, his expression instantly regained some of his usual majesty, and his tone was unquestionable: "Qingsong, give Mr. Xiao 60,000 low-grade spirit stones." (End of this chapter)