My Ares Son-in-Law

However, the anticipated scene of the door panel shattering and wood chips flying everywhere did not occur.

The burly man's ferocious power, enough to bend steel plates, vanished the moment it touched the door, as if it had been swallowed up by an invisible yet resilient barrier, as flexible as a spring.

The force was like hitting a ball of cotton, having no effect whatsoever.

"How is this possible?!" He stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the seemingly ordinary door in front of him.

At this moment, the door seemed to him to be an indestructible and unfathomable wall of bronze and iron. No matter how much he urged his power or how angry he roared, the door remained unmoved and stood there steadily, as if mocking his powerlessness.

"This...?!" A low growl of surprise and uncertainty escaped his throat, his voice filled with confusion and resentment.

He suddenly looked around, his cold, bloodthirsty eyes like two sharp daggers, sweeping over everyone present.

His eyes were filled with vigilance and suspicion, as if he were searching for some clue.

In the end, he confirmed that only the young man named Xiao Chen was missing!
His father had just passed away, and the cold reality weighed heavily on his heart like a boulder.

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind: his father's body must not be damaged in any way!
In his heart, this was something greater than the sky, something he had to protect no matter what, even at the cost of everything!
A raging fire, like a raging inferno, raged wildly in his chest; anxiety, like a cold, venomous snake, coiled tightly around his heart, tormenting him every second.

These conflicting emotions instantly devoured his last shred of patience. He felt a buzzing in his head, and the string of reason snapped completely.

He subconsciously took a half step back, his feet firmly planted on the ground, like a pine tree rooted to the earth.

His leg muscles tensed instantly, like a fully drawn bowstring, and terrifying power began to rapidly gather within his body.

His eyes turned fierce and resolute, like an enraged lion ready to violently break down the door at any cost, even if it would cause an uncontrollable disaster.

"and many more!"

Just at this critical moment, a figure moved across like a ghost and stood firmly in front of him.

It's Yang Zheng.

His face was equally solemn, like a block of cold iron, his brows tightly furrowed, as if he were bearing a thousand-pound burden.

But his eyes held a resolute determination, a look as fierce as a burning flame, revealing an undeniable firmness.

Yang Zheng's voice was deep and powerful, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying an undeniable sincerity.

"Give Mr. Xiao a chance!"

"Perhaps...he has a way to save the officer!"

"Bullshit!" The burly man roared like a powder keg that had been lit.

His eyes widened like copper bells, and a murderous intent reappeared in them. His fierce gaze seemed to want to devour Yang Zheng alive.

"The doctor has already announced it!"

"What can a mere kid like him do?"

"Get out of my way!"

His voice was like thunder, echoing in the small space, making people's ears hurt.

Yang Zheng, however, refused to budge an inch. He stood there firmly, like a solid rock.

His back was ramrod straight, like an unshakeable mountain.

His voice was resolute, like the clash of metal: "I stake my life and my future on it! If anything goes wrong in the end, I, Yang Zheng, will willingly accept trial without complaint!"

The voice was firm and resonant, echoing in the air for a long time, demonstrating his unwavering determination.

The burly man paused, his body trembling slightly, as if Yang Zheng's words had struck a nerve.

He stared intently into Yang Zheng's eyes, his gaze like two sharp daggers, trying to find a trace of wavering or deception.

However, all he saw was an almost frenzied certainty, a look that showed no hesitation or retreat whatsoever.

He knew Yang Zheng; he was an extremely cautious veteran who never took risks.

Over the years, Yang Zheng has fought his way through the battlefield, and with his extraordinary wisdom and calm mind, he has turned danger into safety time and time again.

He always thinks things through carefully and never makes decisions lightly.

But now, what exactly gives him such absurd confidence in that young man named Xiao Chen?
This trust sounds utterly absurd, like blindly grasping at a straw in the dark.

Although this trust filled the burly man with doubt, Yang Zheng's all-or-nothing attitude was like a bucket of cold water, forcibly cooling down his raging emotions.

He stared at the eerily closed door, which seemed to conceal countless secrets, making it impossible to fathom.

His chest heaved violently, each breath filled with anger and resentment.

Finally, he forced out the words through gritted teeth: "Fine! I'll only give him ten minutes!"

"If there's no result in ten minutes, I'll personally tear this door down!"

The voice was cold and resolute, as if it were an ultimatum to fate.

His voice suddenly turned incredibly cold, as if it were a chilling wind from the deepest hell, each word wrapped in ice shards, carrying a bone-chilling coldness: "Also, if my father's body is damaged in the slightest, I guarantee that Yang Zheng and that kid inside will both die a horrible death!"

Those words were like sharp blades, cutting through the silent space and sending chills down one's spine.

The oppressive atmosphere was almost suffocating; the entire corridor seemed to be shrouded in an invisible thick curtain, so stifling that it was hard to breathe.

The only sound in the corridor was heavy, uneven breathing. Some people were breathing rapidly due to tension, like bellows; others were trying to suppress their breathing and calm themselves down.

There was also the ticking of the clock hands on the wall, a crisp yet jarring sound, each second feeling as long as an eternity, making one feel as if time had frozen.

……

Operating room.

The lights were cold and pale, like the gaze of death, mercilessly sweeping across every corner.

The air was thick with the smell of disinfectant and blood. The combination of these two pungent odors made people frown and feel a nausea.

Xiao Chen stood quietly in front of the operating table, his posture upright like a pine tree, his eyes focused and firm.

His gaze was fixed on the pale, silent old man on the operating table.

The old man's face was like a crumpled piece of paper, devoid of any color, and his lips were a dark purple, as if shrouded in the shadow of death.

A thick aura of death was emanating from the old man's body, carrying a strange, sweet, and pungent smell that made one want to vomit.

Xiao Chen knew perfectly well that the doctors hadn't made a misdiagnosis. (End of Chapter)