My Ares Son-in-Law

This rare and vicious poison is like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, silently eroding the old man's heart and then rapidly spreading throughout his body.

Although modern medicine is advanced, it is helpless against this kind of strange poison, just like a child who is at a loss.

But that doesn't mean he can't.

A hint of confidence and determination flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes. He had been learning ancient medical techniques from his master since childhood, and had experienced countless hardships and dangers, and had seen all kinds of difficult diseases and strange poisons.

While he wouldn't say he was absolutely certain of success with this unusual poison, he was fairly confident he could neutralize it.

Time was of the essence; every second that passed could put the elderly man's life in greater danger.

Xiao Chen's eyes narrowed, and he quickly took out an antique jade bottle from his pocket.

The jade bottle was exquisitely shaped, with mysterious patterns carved on its surface, as if it contained endless secrets.

He carefully opened the bottle cap and poured out a pill the size of a longan, surrounded by a faint halo.

The elixir emitted a refreshing medicinal fragrance that invigorated anyone who smelled it.

He gently pried open the old man's mouth, his movements soft and practiced, as if he were handling a precious treasure.

Then, the pill was slowly fed into the old man's mouth, ensuring that it could smoothly enter the old man's esophagus.

Then, he joined his fingers together like a sword, his fingers drawing a graceful arc in the air like sharp blades.

He gently touched the old man's throat, and a stream of pure and gentle true energy flowed from his fingertips into the old man's body.

The true energy flowed slowly through the old man's body like a warm spring breeze, helping him to neutralize the medicinal power and allowing the pill to take effect more quickly.

The moment the elixir entered his stomach, it was as if parched earth had been greeted by a refreshing spring rain, instantly transforming into a powerful and surging vitality that spread freely throughout the old man's body.

That vitality, like a nimble sprite, swiftly rushed towards every corner of the old man's body. Wherever it went, the once lifeless cells seemed to be rekindled with the flame of life, and began to tremble slightly.

Xiao Chen dared not be negligent in the slightest. He knew that time was of the essence at this moment, and every second that passed could worsen the old man's condition.

His expression was solemn, his eyes revealing focus and determination, and his hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals like butterflies flitting among flowers.

As his hand seals changed, his aura suddenly became mysterious and ethereal, as if a mysterious veil shrouded him, making it impossible to see him clearly.

A faint golden aura, visible to the naked eye, gradually gathered at his fingertips. The aura was like flowing liquid light, gentle yet containing boundless power.

Xiao Chen's eyes sharpened, and seizing the opportunity, he pointed a finger at the old man's brow and acupoint!

This finger gesture seemed to contain the ultimate truth of the universe, carrying an irresistible force.

hum-

A barely perceptible chime rang out, yet its sound, though faint, was as resounding as a great bell, echoing in the silent operating room.

Then, an amazing scene appeared.

A thin layer of pale golden light slowly emerged from the old man's body, which was originally as dry as old tree bark.

The halo was soft and warm, like a warm cocoon tightly wrapping him up, as if protecting the old man from all harm from the outside world.

Under this strange golden light, miracles continued to occur.

The old man's skin was covered with startling, eerie black spots, which were originally like stubborn stains that clung tightly to his skin.

But at this moment, they gradually faded and disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, like ice and snow melting away little by little under the sun.

His originally bluish-black complexion gradually regained some color, and his parched lips became slightly rosy.

Xiao Chen's movements were fluid and uninterrupted. He knew the treatment was not yet successful and he could not relax for a moment.

He took out another emerald green pill from his pocket, which emitted a cool fragrance.

The moment this elixir appeared, the air in the operating room seemed to become a bit fresher.

He carefully fed the pill into the old man's mouth, making sure the old man could swallow it smoothly.

At the same time, his gaze, sharp as an eagle's eye, swept across the equipment table beside him.

Among the many instruments, he precisely locked onto his target—a pack of sterilized silver needles.

He raised his right hand slightly and with a swift motion, the packet of silver needles seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand and landed steadily in his palm.

His movements were graceful and effortless, as if he held the entire world in his hands.

Unfold the needle case; inside, silver needles are neatly arranged, gleaming with a cold light.

Xiao Chen's fingers seemed to come alive, leaving afterimages in the air.

His technique was skillful; each slender silver needle, like a nimble bird, pierced the old man's vital acupoints with unparalleled precision.

Each needle was inserted precisely, neither too deep nor too shallow, neither too far nor too far to the side.

His movements were so fast they were dazzling, as if he were not performing treatment, but playing an invisible symphony of life, each note containing reverence for life and a determination to save it.

Seventy-two silver needles, like loyal guards, were neatly arranged on the old man's body, trembling slightly.

They emitted a very faint buzzing sound, as if forming a mysterious array among themselves.

The formation exuded a mysterious aura, as if it were mobilizing the energy of heaven and earth to inject new vitality into the old man's life.

Finally, Xiao Chen, with a solemn expression, slowly took a deep breath, the breath steady and long, as if he had absorbed all the air in the operating room into his body.

He closed his eyes slightly, focused his mind and gathered his energy, and once again, a dense golden immortal power, almost tangible, condensed in his palm.

The celestial power shimmered with a mysterious and dazzling light, like the most radiant star in the night sky, carrying a vast and boundless power.

He slowly placed his palm, imbued with immortal power, above the old man's chest. The distance was just right, neither too close to allow the immortal power to overwhelm the old man, nor too far to prevent the immortal power from functioning effectively.

At this moment, his fingers moved like a nimble dancer, following an ancient and mysterious trajectory.

The trajectory seemed to contain the ultimate truth of the universe, and with each movement, it carried an indescribable rhythm and cadence.

He was inscribing an incredibly complex rune in mid-air. The lines of the rune were winding and graceful, like a serpentine dragon or a mysterious star map. Every detail was exquisite and allowed no room for error.

When the last stroke was completed—

"Buzz!"

A deafening roar resounded, like the tolling of an ancient bell, echoing endlessly in the operating room.

A dazzling golden light suddenly burst forth from the old man's chest!

The light, like a surging tide, instantly swept through the entire operating room, illuminating everything around it in a golden glow.

The walls, equipment, and even the dust in the air were all stained gold, as if you were in a dreamlike golden world.

The light lasted for several seconds before gradually receding, like the receding tide slowly returning to calm.

At this moment, the tips of the seventy-two silver needles, which had been trembling slightly, began to seep out wisps of thick, inky black mist! (End of Chapter)