My Ares Son-in-Law

"The Ma family used to be just an ordinary family among the masses, but since he made his mark in the field of archaeology, the fate of the entire family has undergone a drastic change and is no longer the same as before."

"Even those martial arts families with deep roots and great reputations in the ancient city are more or less wary of the Ma family today. Moreover, the sons of Ma Expert are all outstanding people. They have made great achievements in their respective fields and created a vast world of their own."

Sophie's voice is low and slightly mysterious, as if she is unveiling a long-covered historical curtain and telling an unknown secret story.

"I see!" Xiao Chen nodded slightly and said thoughtfully, "I thought, after all the twists and turns, it turns out to be inextricably linked to martial arts."

"It seems that this expert Ma has not only made outstanding achievements in the field of archaeology and left a strong mark, but also has an influence in other areas that cannot be underestimated. No wonder the Ma family can firmly occupy such a respected position in this ancient city and have such remarkable prestige."

He pondered secretly in his heart, and his thoughts spread like ripples. His understanding of the Ma family became deeper at this moment.

The two of them hurried to the door of the ward. Sophie raised her head slightly in front of the door, as if she wanted to absorb all the courage in the world into her body, and took a deep breath.

She slowly raised her hand, her slender fingers seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, and as if carrying endless expectations, she gently knocked on the door. The knock was crisp and pleasant, and in the almost frozen silence of the corridor, it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing circles of echoes.

The door creaked open slowly, and a tall and straight man like an iron tower appeared at the door. It was Ma Yuanhua's son Ma Zhenglin.

His eyes were like cold stars, sharp and bright. He looked Sophie up and down, his eyes full of vigilance, as if Sophie in front of him was an uninvited guest with unknown intentions.

His brows were tightly furrowed, like two small mountains, and he asked in a low and slightly hoarse voice: "Who are you?"

Seeing this, Sophie immediately broke into a smile, which was as beautiful as the most brilliant flower in spring, and she tried to dispel the frosty indifference on Ma Zhenglin's face with this smile like the warm sun.

She quickly said, "Mr. Ma, I'm Sophie. I went through a lot of trouble to find a miracle doctor to diagnose Ma's condition."

As she spoke, she glanced at Xiao Chen beside her inadvertently. There was a hint of expectation in her eyes, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, mixed with a hint of nervousness, just like the calm before the storm.

After hearing this, Ma Zhenglin's eyes swept back and forth over Sophie and Xiao Chen like searchlights, as if he wanted to see through their origins and purposes.

After a moment, he slightly turned sideways, his movements showing great reluctance, and said coldly, "Please come in."

It turned out that the Ma family racked their brains and took great pains to treat the old man. They visited well-known experts at home and abroad, traveled to the ends of the earth, and inquired about the whereabouts of famous doctors, leaving no room for any possibility.

They even posted notices in the streets of the ancient city, solemnly declaring that anyone who could help the old man's condition improve would not only receive a huge amount of assets worth over 100 million yuan, but also solve the coveted problem of obtaining a household registration in the ancient city. This condition was like a huge magnet emitting an alluring glow, instantly attracting countless people's attention and attracting countless people.

Unfortunately, up to now, despite the attempts of many talented people from all sides, no one has been found who can cure the old man's illness.

To be honest, Ma Zhenglin didn't really believe that Sophie could bring any real famous doctors. In his opinion, Sophie was just a young girl who had not experienced much of the world. How could she be able to find such a hidden master with extraordinary medical skills?

Therefore, from the moment Sophie appeared, his face had been terribly gloomy and cold, like an indestructible iceberg that had not melted for thousands of years, keeping people at a distance.

Walking into the ward, the strong and pungent smell of disinfectant accompanied by a stuffy atmosphere hit Xiao Chen in the face, instantly enveloping him.

Xiao Chen glanced around and accurately caught the figure of expert Ma Yuanhua on the bed. The old man was now incredibly skinny and his body was as thin as a piece of light paper, as if a slight breeze could easily blow him down.

His cheeks were deeply sunken and his skin had lost its elasticity, hanging loosely on the protruding bones like a layer of crumbling old cloth. The loose hospital gown on his body made his body look as weak as a reed, empty and lifeless.

But what is amazing is that the old man's eyes, against the backdrop of his haggard face, appear bright and lively, just like two bright lights that never go out in the night, emitting a tenacious light and revealing a vitality that is inconsistent with his frail body.

He lay quietly on the hospital bed, his eyes showing a trace of fatigue after suffering from illness, but also full of attachment and ardent desire for life, as if he wanted to firmly grasp every glimmer of hope for survival.

In a corner of the ward, an old man in his sixties came into view. He wore a pair of glasses on his nose and was seriously posing in the distinctive "exclusive posture of an old Chinese medicine practitioner".

He was seen with his back slightly hunched, his body leaning forward, his right hand firmly placed on the wrist of old man Ma Yuanhua, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he was in a state of full concentration.

His fingers were flexible and delicate. He gently pressed and moved the old man's wrist. Every movement was cautious, as if he was exploring the code of life. He looked like a cunning fox who was secretly telling fortunes for others and exploring the mysteries of fate.

His brows were sometimes tightly furrowed due to subtle changes in his pulse, and sometimes slowly relaxed as he caught some information. He also muttered vague words in a low voice from time to time. His expression seemed as if he was having a silent but intense conversation with his illness, and he was fully devoted to the careful diagnosis of Mr. Ma Yuanhua's condition.

As soon as Xiao Chen stepped into the ward, his eyes were instantly attracted to the old man's figure as if they were equipped with the most advanced automatic tracker, and he could no longer look away.

He looked the old man up and down, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. In just two seconds, he quickly made an accurate assessment in his mind: "Oh, so you are a warrior doctor! Judging from the aura around you, your strength must be extraordinary!"

With his keen perception, he was able to sense that the old man was faintly emitting a unique aura of a warrior. Although this aura was not strong, it was like a tough tree root buried deep underground, weak but steady and powerful, and was obviously the result of years of persistent practice. (End of this chapter)