My Ares Son-in-Law

Wang Chongshan thought to himself that as long as he could keep the person stable, his family would be able to prepare everything, and the treatment would be much more efficient.

Xiao Chen frowned even more tightly, and his eyes scanned back and forth across Wang Chongshan's face, as if he wanted to see through the twists and turns in his mind.

His stomach rumbled at the right moment, reminding him that he hadn't eaten a single grain of rice since morning.

Seeing Wang Chongshan occasionally glancing at his phone and the frequent whispers of the bodyguards beside the business car in the distance, he immediately understood a little bit, fearing that the Wang family still had some shameful things to deal with.

"Whatever!" Xiao Chen shook his numb wrist. "It's only a meal's time. We don't have to wait all day. There's no need to refuse."

He walked towards the restaurant, and every step seemed to measure Wang Chongshan's sincerity. The "tapping" sound of his leather shoes hitting the ground was particularly clear in the empty corridor.

Wang Chongshan felt as if he had been pardoned. He took out a silk handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead, then trotted over to make arrangements.

Half an hour later, in the "Yunjinxuan" private room next to the high-speed railway station, the table was filled with abalone, shark fin, and bird's nest. However, Xiao Chen just casually picked up two pieces of blanched Chinese cabbage with his chopsticks and put down his chopsticks.

Wang Chongshan poured the wine with a smile on his face, and the crisp sound of the glasses clinking together hid his suppressed anxiety.

The business car drove out of the city and turned into a tree-lined avenue without street lights.

The wheels made a rustling sound as they rolled over the fallen leaves. The locust trees on both sides looked like monsters with bared fangs and claws. The sunlight shone through the branches and leaves onto the windshield, shattering into pale pieces.

When the dark red iron gate of the villa slowly opened, Xiao Chen could already hear the faint roar through the car window. It sounded like the whimpering of a trapped animal or the mumbling of a dying person, and it was particularly harsh in the silent suburbs.

When the bodyguards got out of the car, the holsters on their waists collided with the metal buckles and made a slight sound, which made Xiao Chen's pupils shrink slightly. It seemed that this "treatment" journey was much more complicated than he had imagined.

As I stepped into the inner courtyard of the villa, the chill that seeped through the cracks in the bluestone slabs climbed up along the soles of my shoes. The copper bells hanging under the corridor made a faint buzzing sound without wind.

Wang Chongshan's leather shoes suddenly stopped in front of the stone sculpture of gargoyles. When he turned around, the shoulder of his suit rubbed against the wall, revealing mottled dark red marks underneath, like dried blood.

His Adam's apple rolled violently twice, his skinny hands arched into a trembling arc, and his forehead almost touched Xiao Chen's shoe surface: "Doctor Xiao, everything you see next, I hope you can keep it confidential, and don't tell anyone a word."

The luminous pearls on the pillars flickered behind him, making his shadow twisted and long.

Xiao Chen lowered his eyes to look at the protruding joints on the back of the man's neck, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the dark lines on his cuffs, his tone was like ice cutting through silk: "Don't worry, Mr. Wang, I am only responsible for curing illnesses and saving lives, and I will naturally keep my mouth shut about the patient's privacy."

The moment the words fell, the sound of dragging chains was heard in the distance, startling the night owl under the eaves and causing it to let out a long, shrill cry.

Wang Chongshan's old face showed a look of relief, but it tensed up in the blink of an eye.

He took out a gilded token from his bosom, and repeatedly stroked the Taotie pattern on it with his thumb. He lowered his voice very low and said, "This matter involves the confidential information of my Wang family. If it is leaked out, the consequences will be disastrous. Therefore, I have to remind Doctor Xiao specially. I hope Doctor Xiao will forgive me and be more tolerant."

The barbs on the edge of the token scratched the palm of his hand, and blood dripped onto the blue bricks and was instantly swallowed up by the gap.

Xiao Chen chuckled, and a simple silver needle slipped out of his sleeve, and a silver light circle appeared on his fingertips: "Mr. Wang, you are too serious. Protecting the privacy of patients is the duty of doctors. Don't worry, although I, Xiao Chen, am not a big shot, I still have professional ethics."

The silver needle suddenly made a subtle buzzing sound, and the tip of the needle glowed a strange blue. He calmly put it back into his sleeve. Passing through three carved iron doors, the smell of disinfectant mixed with the smell of rotten meat in the air became stronger.

In front of the central building, the bronze lamps held in the mouths of the twelve stone lions were all extinguished. Only the bloody footprints on the steps meandered upwards, with each step embedded in dark red ice.

The bodyguards on the first floor were holding specially made mahogany guns with the handles wrapped with red ropes dipped in cinnabar. When they saw Xiao Chen, their pupils suddenly shrank as if they had seen something ominous.

The "hospital" on the second floor was filled with an eerie silence. All the sophisticated instruments were covered with black cloth, and only the "ticking" sound of the monitors echoed in the corridor.

The doctors in white coats had three layers of masks on their faces and their eyes were bloodshot behind their goggles. When they caught a glimpse of Xiao Chen, the notebooks in their hands fell to the ground, revealing a yellow talisman stuck inside.

"Master!" A doctor wearing gold-rimmed glasses staggered over, with a large brown stain on the hem of his white coat.

There was a blood-soaked bandage wrapped around his neck, and black lines could be vaguely seen wriggling in the gaps between the bandages.

"How is he doing recently?" Wang Chongshan's voice trembled. He reached out to hold the handrail of the stairs, but suddenly retracted his hand when he touched the cold copper railing - it was covered with scratches, each of which was deep enough to see the bone.

The doctor took off his goggles, and the whites of his eyes were covered with spider-web-like bloodshot. "His condition is still stable, but... hey, we have been treating him for so many years, but he has always been crazy. We have really failed the trust of the patriarch."

As he spoke, he lifted the black cloth in the corner, revealing a wall full of talismans. The talisman paper in the center had been soaked with blood, and the cinnabar writing on it was slowly twisting and deforming.

Wang Chongshan looked at the hideous blood symbol on the wall, and turbid tears seeped out of the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, winding like a river on his face covered with age spots.

He reached out his hand to touch the wall with trembling hands, but was stopped by Xiao Chen just before he touched it.

"It's not your fault. My brother's condition is so special that it's not something that an ordinary doctor can handle."

When he turned around, half of the hideous teeth marks were exposed under the back collar of his suit, with a strange blue-black color. "Open the door, let me take Doctor Xiao in to take a look."

The man raised his hand to adjust his gold-rimmed glasses. The gaze behind the lenses was like a precise scalpel, cutting back and forth on Xiao Chen's body inch by inch, full of scrutiny.

The bandage wrapped around his neck was already soaked with fresh blood, and it rose and fell slightly with his slightly rapid breathing.

Looking closely, the black lines in the gaps of the bandage seemed to be alive, twisting slowly, revealing an indescribable weirdness.

"This way please." He spoke, his hoarse voice like sandpaper rubbing against metal, rough and harsh.

As he turned around, the hem of his white coat gently swept across the ground, leaving a long brown mark on the bright red bloody footprints, like a winding strange track.

After turning three winding staircases, the air was suddenly filled with a pungent smell of rust, as if old blood was flowing in the dark.

At the end of the corridor, two alloy doors half a person's height stood quietly, like a dormant giant beast, exuding a chilling aura. (End of this chapter)