My Ares Son-in-Law

The burly man grew increasingly agitated, taking a sudden step forward. His chest heaved violently with rage, like an inflated balloon poised to burst at any moment.

His finger almost poked Yang Zheng's nose, and spittle flew everywhere with his roar.

Do you know who they're trying to save inside?

"That's the old man!"

"If anything happens to him, don't even mention you!"

"Even if your superior comes in person, he can't save you. You won't even have time to cry then!"

The roar echoed like thunder in the empty corridor, carrying an unmistakable killing intent that seemed to freeze the surrounding air.

Yang Zheng's lips moved slightly, but his chapped lips seemed glued together, making each movement incredibly difficult.

He seemed to have a lot to say, wanting to explain the whole story so that the tense situation could be eased.

But at this critical moment—a soft "ding" sounded, which seemed particularly abrupt in the otherwise quiet and oppressive corridor, like a sharp dagger instantly slicing through the extremely tense air.

The bright, irritating red light that had been constantly on above the operating room door suddenly went out.

This seemingly ordinary change was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly freezing the surrounding air.

Everyone seemed frozen in place, their eyes fixed on the closed operating room door, filled with anticipation, fear, and unease.

The next second, as if after a long wait, the operating room door was finally slowly pushed open.

Two doctors in white coats walked out of the door, their coats stained with shocking amounts of blood, like a horrific painting.

Their steps were as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and each step seemed to require all their strength.

They slowly removed their masks, revealing ashen faces, their exhaustion and despair clearly visible.

Their eyes darted around, like children who had done something wrong, and they didn't even dare to look up at the crowd waiting outside the door, as if they would be overwhelmed by the tide of grief and anger if they did.

The burly man felt his heart suddenly sink, as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, the pain making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

His mind went blank, and he felt a rush of heat to his head.

He turned around abruptly, his movements as swift as a wild beast out of control, and pounced on the two doctors.

He grabbed the lead doctor by the collar, his fingers turning white from the force, almost lifting him off the ground.

His eyes widened, bloodshot, and he roared hoarsely.

"How is Dad?!"

"Say!"

"Tell me right now!"

The sound was like a thunderclap, echoing in the corridor and making people's ears hurt.

The doctor was so frightened by this sudden turn of events that his face turned ashen, and his lips trembled violently, like a leaf shivering in the autumn wind.

His voice was broken and intermittent, as if something was stuck in his throat.

"Yes, I'm sorry..."

"Sir... the poison he was given was too potent, and it spread too quickly..."

"We...we really did our best..." "It's all in vain..."

Every word was like a sharp knife, piercing the heart of the burly man.

"Trash!" The burly man practically spat out the words through clenched teeth, his anger reaching its peak, like a volcano about to erupt.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly swung his arm with astonishing force.

The doctor was like a kite with a broken string, slammed hard against the wall with a dull thud that sent chills down one's spine.

Immediately afterwards, the doctor collapsed to the ground, curling up like an injured little animal.

"They're all trash!" The man's eyes instantly became bloodshot, his gaze as fierce as a bloodthirsty beast, sending chills down one's spine.

His heavy breathing was particularly clear in the silent corridor, like a trapped beast making its last struggle.

He turned his head sharply, his bloodthirsty gaze like two sharp daggers, fixed on Qin Fang, whose face was pale not far away.

At this moment, his last shred of reason had completely collapsed. His mind was filled with images of his father lying on the hospital bed and the evidence pointing to the Qin family.

In his view, the problem was with the batch of medicinal herbs sent by Qin Fang and the so-called miracle doctor from the Qin family; it was Qin Fang who harmed his father!
His heart was filled with hatred and anger, and he wished he could tear Qin Fang to pieces immediately.

A murderous intent surged within him like a raging tide, and the anger and hatred almost completely overwhelmed his reason.

He felt his blood boiling, every cell screaming to rush forward and tear the culprit to pieces.

The power hidden within him erupted like a long-dormant volcano, its immense aura spreading outwards from him.

He was about to make a move, taking that murderous step, when he felt a blur before his eyes, as if a bolt of lightning had flashed by, but it was so fast that he couldn't catch a trace of it.

A blurry black shadow swept past him like a ghost at a speed that was impossible for the naked eye to detect.

The breeze stirred by the shadowy figure gently brushed against his skin, which was burning with anger, bringing a strange coolness.

"Bam—!"

Immediately afterwards, a heavy thud, like a hammer striking people's hearts, rang out.

The sound echoed in the silent corridor, causing everyone's heart to involuntarily tighten.

Everyone looked on in astonishment and turned their gazes toward it.

The heavy metal door to the operating room, which had been half-open, was now tightly shut, as if an invisible hand was controlling everything.

The aloof young man, Xiao Chen, who had been standing quietly beside Yang Zheng, had vanished without a trace, as if he had never existed.

fast!
All of this happened so fast!

It's so fast that people don't even have time to react.

From the moment the dark figure flashed past like lightning to the moment the operating room doors closed tightly, it was only a matter of seconds. In fact, no one present could even see how Xiao Chen moved. He was like a mysterious ghost, completing this series of amazing operations.

The burly man's pupils contracted sharply, and the flames of anger burned even more fiercely in his eyes.

He let out a deafening roar, like a maddened beast, and pounced on the door.

He exerted all his strength, his muscles bulging and veins standing out like wriggling earthworms.

He slammed his fist into the door, determined to smash it to pieces so he could rush in and protect his father's body. (End of Chapter)