My Ares Son-in-Law

As she spoke, she couldn't help but shed a tear, which fell on the black card and left a small water mark, as if it was a silent expression of her inner pain at the moment.

Inside the car, the atmosphere was somewhat subtle and depressing.

Xiao Chen leaned quietly in his seat, staring straight at the slowly rotating starry sky lights on the roof of the car.

The starry sky lights flashed with colorful light, as if turning the entire roof into a vast starry sky, but Xiao Chen's eyes were not attracted by this dreamy scene, his thoughts were obviously elsewhere.

After a while, he said calmly, his voice calm but with an unquestionable firmness: "I don't want money. If I cure your father, let me choose any antique in your house. How about that?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the car exploded.

The short-haired girl at the side was like a powder keg that had been lit. She immediately jumped up indignantly, pointed at Xiao Chen's nose and said loudly: "You are too much. Do you know how much those antiques are worth? They are all priceless treasures. How dare you open your mouth!"

Her eyes were wide open, her face full of anger and dissatisfaction, as if Xiao Chen had made a huge and unreasonable request.

Xiao Chen just smiled disdainfully, with a hint of sarcasm and confidence in his smile.

He turned his head slightly and looked at Liu Yulian, his eyes revealing a meaning that could not be refused: "If you don't want to, then stop the car immediately and don't make this trip. I am not a person who forces you. If there is no corresponding reward, I will not waste my efforts."

His tone was calm, but it had a power that could not be ignored.

"No problem!" Liu Yulian agreed without any hesitation.

There was a determination and expectation in her eyes, as if she would be willing to pay any price to save her father.

As the car slowly drove into the iron gate carved with Qilin patterns, a complex atmosphere hit us in the face.

Xiao Chen keenly smelled the bitter smell of traditional Chinese medicine in the air. The bitterness was strong and pungent, as if it was the smell of time and illness.

At the same time, there was also the pungent smell of disinfectant. The two smells intertwined together to form a unique and depressing atmosphere.

The carved wooden door on the third floor of the villa was gently pushed open, and the door hinge made a slight "creaking" sound, as if the years were whispering.

As soon as you enter the room, the ticking sound of the ECG monitor reaches your ears particularly clearly. The sound is monotonous and regular, but it is like a countdown of life, beating on everyone's heart again and again.

On the hospital bed, Father Shen was so thin that he was just a skeleton, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

His skin was loose and sallow, as if all the vitality had been drained away by time and illness.

The area around the indwelling needle on the wrist was bruised and purple, a mark left by long-term infusion, and it looked shocking.

His breathing was weak and rapid, like the whimpering of an old bellows, and every breath seemed to exhaust all his strength.

Xiao Chen glanced at it indifferently, but his pupils suddenly contracted.

His eyes became sharp and deep, as if he could see through all appearances.

He clearly saw that the vitality in Father Shen's body was about to dissipate, just like the last flicker of a candle before it goes out, which could go out at any time and disappear in the vast darkness.

"Last month, he was diagnosed with advanced lung cancer." Liu Yulian stood by the bed, her hands tightly grasping the sheets, the lace edges wrinkled by her grasping, as if it was the embodiment of her anxiety and pain at the moment. Her voice was trembling, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the bottom of her heart, "After going to three top hospitals, Dr. Huang could only..." At this point, she suddenly covered her mouth, tears burst out uncontrollably, dripping onto the sunken back of her father's hand.

Those tears carried her deep love and helplessness for her father, as well as her helplessness and despair at the moment.

The silent ward was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant. The rhythmic ticking of the electrocardiogram monitor sounded like the drumbeat of a life countdown, beating everyone's heart again and again.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps approached from afar, breaking the depressing silence.

The footsteps seemed like the rapid drumbeat of fate, foreshadowing the coming storm.

The silk cheongsam embroidered with peonies is the first thing that catches the eye. The peony pattern is gorgeous and lifelike, as if the brilliance of life is blooming on the cheongsam.

Mother Shen, wearing a gorgeous cheongsam, hurried to the bedside. Her pearl earrings swung violently with her movements, colliding with each other and making tiny noises. The sound was particularly harsh in the silent ward, like a warning bell of fate.

"Lianlian, Doctor Huang said your father is dying!" Mother Shen's voice was tearful and trembling violently, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from her broken heart.

Her hands were tightly grasping the railings of the bed, and her body was trembling slightly with extreme sadness, as if a gust of wind would blow her down.

Liu Yulian's beautiful eyes, which had been bright and lively, suddenly widened into a round shape, like two glass beads about to burst.

The bloodshot eyes were as ferocious as spider webs, and against her paper-pale face, they looked particularly glaring.

Her lips opened slightly, wanting to say something, but her voice was choked by the sudden bad news.

She stared at Doctor Huang who was standing beside the bed, her eyes filled with anger, questioning and despair.

Her long eyelashes trembled in shock, like a butterfly struggling desperately in a storm, which could be blown away by the wind at any time.

The crystal chandelier cast a soft, warm light on her body, but it could not dispel the chill that permeated her body.

The chill seemed to emanate from her heart, enveloping the entire ward in coldness.

You know, the black card that she personally handed to Doctor Huang before she left the house had a number on it that was enough to ensure that the other party would have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life and enjoy a life of luxury.

Liu Yulian stood there in a daze, as if struck by a bolt from the blue, and her whole body froze in an instant.

Her eyes fell directly on her mother, and she saw that her mother's already pale face had now turned even colorless, like a piece of white paper. Her eyes were wide open with fear and despair, and her body seemed to have been drained of all its strength and was shaking.

The culprit behind all this was Dr. Huang who broke his promise.

She never expected that she had to give numerous instructions and a huge amount of black card just to ask Dr. Huang to keep it a secret from her mother, to buy a glimmer of hope for her father and to leave a thought for her mother.

But Doctor Huang revealed the bad news so easily, like a cold-blooded executioner, mercilessly cutting off the last glimmer of hope that she had worked so hard to maintain.

She only felt a surge of anger rising from the bottom of her heart and spreading throughout her body in an instant.

This attitude of taking money but not doing anything made her extremely angry. (End of this chapter)