My Ares Son-in-Law

These black wisps, like ferocious demons, surged from the needle's tail, carrying a nauseating stench.

The smell was like a mixture of rotting corpses and pungent poison, making one's brows furrow and stomach churn.

It was as if this black mist had gathered all the filth and malice in the world, and was the last struggle and counterattack of that strange poison.

As soon as they appeared, they vanished and evaporated rapidly in the golden halo, like snow meeting the scorching sun.

The golden halo, like a messenger of justice, mercilessly devoured the black energy, purifying and eliminating it bit by bit.

Each dissipation of the black mist was like a small battle, with the golden halo intertwining and colliding with the black mist, emitting a slight hissing sound.

Five minutes passed.

During those long five minutes, the operating room was so quiet that only the sound of the black mist dissipating and Xiao Chen's steady breathing could be heard.

Finally, the last wisp of black smoke vanished completely, as if it had never existed.

Meanwhile, the electrocardiogram monitor, which had been flat and without any fluctuations, suddenly had its green dot jump up as if it had been awakened again!
That slight jump, like a ray of dawn in the darkness, brought hope to the entire operating room.

Then, a second time, a third time... the green dot jumped more and more frequently, the curve began to rise and fall again, and became stronger and more regular.

The undulating curves are like a joyful song of life, playing the melody of the old man's rebirth.

The old man's bluish-black face quickly regained its rosy hue, like a flower blooming in spring, radiating renewed vitality.

His emaciated chest began to rise and fall noticeably, the rhythm of which was even and powerful, like the beating of a war drum, demonstrating the tenacity of life.

His faint breathing became steady and powerful, each breath seeming to announce his rebirth to the world.

Looking at the scene before him, Xiao Chen smiled with satisfaction, a smile as warm and bright as the spring sunshine.

Xiao Chen slowly finished his practice, and the surging, powerful force around him gradually subsided, like the sea returning to calm after the tide recedes.

Fine beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, slowly sliding down his cheeks, gathering at his chin, and finally falling onto his white clothes, leaving a small dark stain.

He lowered his head slightly, his gaze falling on the old man's body, which was covered with countless scars, both old and new.

Some of those scars meandered like centipedes, while others resembled ferocious beasts baring their fangs and claws. Each one seemed to be a silent history book, recording the bloodshed and turmoil the old man had experienced.

In particular, the old wound on his chest, which was almost fatal, was like a deep ravine, lying across the old man's lifeline, which was shocking to behold.

Xiao Chen's gaze shifted slightly, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes: heartache for the old man's life of battles, anger at the villain's actions, and indignation at the injustice the old man had suffered.

This old man dedicated his entire life to fighting for his country and people.

During those years of constant warfare, he donned armor and charged into battle, building an unbreakable defense with his own flesh and blood, and making outstanding contributions to the country.

However, in his later years, when he should have been enjoying a peaceful and happy life, he was so viciously attacked by a villain that he almost lost his life.

Thinking of this, Xiao Chen couldn't help but clench his fists, a strong sense of justice welling up in his heart.

"Meeting me is a blessing in disguise," Xiao Chen said softly, his voice low but carrying an undeniable firmness. "Consider it my way of contributing to the well-being of this land."

His eyes revealed a sense of mission, as if he bore a great responsibility to protect this land and its people.

After saying that, he let out a soft sigh of relief and turned to leave.

His steps were steady and firm, as if nothing could stop him from moving forward.

Just then, a faint yet incredibly clear hoarse voice came from behind, like a flash of lightning across the night sky, instantly shattering the silence of the operating room: "Divine...divine doctor...please wait..."

Xiao Chen paused, turned his head slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He was somewhat surprised that the old man could regain consciousness so quickly.

After all, the old man had just survived a life-or-death ordeal and was still very weak.

He didn't turn around, but spoke calmly, his voice carrying an undeniable power, as if every word contained immense force: "First, the poisoning has nothing to do with the Qin family. You must handle this matter properly and not involve them."

"The Qin family may be innocent in this matter. If you take your anger out on them because of your misunderstanding, you will only let the real culprit go unpunished."

"Secondly, the toxins in your body are caused by long-term, trace amounts of poisoning, with an incubation period of at least one month."

"Given your status, it would be incredibly difficult for an outsider to get close enough to poison you; you've already attracted malevolent spirits and monsters around you."

"There must be someone with ulterior motives around you who is secretly plotting against you."

"If we don't bring them out in time, there will probably be more trouble in the future."

Before the other person could say anything more, Xiao Chen pushed open the operating room door and walked out.

The door closed slowly behind him, as if shutting out all the noise and chaos inside.

He walked with ease and stood tall, as if what he had just done was a trivial matter, not worth taking to heart at all.

However, what he didn't know was that his actions had planted a seed of gratitude and respect in the old man's heart, which would surely take root, sprout, and bloom into a magnificent flower in the future.

Outside the operating room, the air seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand. The tense atmosphere, almost solidified, weighed heavily on everyone's hearts, making it hard to breathe.

People around were pacing anxiously or clenching their fists, their foreheads covered in fine beads of sweat, their eyes revealing worry and unease like a flood about to burst its banks.

Just then, Xiao Chen's sudden appearance was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly igniting the tense atmosphere to its peak!

The corridor, which was originally so quiet that only the rapid breathing of people could be heard, suddenly became noisy, with various exclamations and discussions intertwined, forming a chaotic sound wave.

The burly man was pacing back and forth anxiously when he heard the noise and suddenly looked up at the clock on the wall—only eight minutes had passed!
He felt a sudden buzzing in his head, as if he had been struck hard by a heavy hammer.

He went in and came out in just eight minutes?!
how can that be!

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant: what can be done in such a short time?
Even the most experienced doctors would need a long time to diagnose and treat such a critical condition; eight minutes wouldn't even be enough to properly prepare the body! (End of Chapter)