My Ares Son-in-Law

"What's the situation? Speak!" Qin Shanhe's voice was extremely low, as deep as the rumble of thunder before a storm, yet carrying a deadly danger of impending doom, every word revealing an uncontrollable rage.

The old Chinese medicine doctor's legs went weak, and he knelt down with a thud, trembling all over, his voice shaking, and he didn't even have the courage to raise his head.
"President Qin, although the young master's external injuries are severe, with broken ribs and damaged meridians, with the resources and foundation of the New Martial Arts Association, and with the aid of rare and precious materials, it is not impossible for him to recover in time."

"But...but this loss of mental clarity, I...I am powerless to help!"

"What do you mean?"

Qin Shanhe suddenly stood up, his figure blurred, and he rushed to the old Chinese medicine doctor in an instant. His five fingers gripped the old doctor's clothes tightly like iron clamps, lifting him off the ground.

His eyes were bloodshot, his gaze was ferocious like that of a maddened beast, and his voice roared with overwhelming despair and rage.

"Explain yourself! Is there any hope for you? I, Qin Shanhe, didn't raise you useless people to stand here and say you're powerless!"

The old Chinese medicine doctor, choked by Qin Shanhe until he could barely breathe, was terrified out of his wits, his face turning blue and purple, and he stammered in his defense:

"President Qin...President Qin, spare my life! Young Master's condition is not just ordinary fright, but...but a rare 'fright-induced mental illness'!"

"He must have witnessed a terrifying scene far exceeding the limits of his mental capacity, causing his soul to be shaken, his mind to become clouded, and his spirit to completely collapse!"

“Physical injuries can be healed, but damage to the soul is a fundamental wound. I… I am truly powerless to help. It is as difficult as ascending to heaven!”

"Impossible!" Qin Shanhe roared angrily and slammed the old Chinese medicine doctor to the ground.

"How could my son have become like this! Xiao Chen! I will kill you! I will grind you to dust and make you suffer every kind of torture in the world!"

"waste!"

Qin Shanhe's angry shout made the office walls tremble slightly. With a sudden swing of his arm, he threw the old Chinese medicine doctor away as if he were lifting a rag doll. With a muffled thud, the old doctor slammed heavily onto the antique shelf next to the wall.

Precious celadon and jade artifacts shattered instantly, scattering fragments across the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.

"My son, Qin Shanhe, has been pampered since childhood. What kind of storms hasn't he weathered? How could he be so easily frightened by a mere brat? It's clear that you're not skilled enough and can only spout nonsense here!"

Qin Shanhe's eyes were bloodshot, and his aura of ferocity surged. Every word he uttered was filled with overwhelming killing intent, as if he wanted to devour the old Chinese doctor alive.

The old Chinese medicine doctor's mouth was oozing blood, his chest heaving violently, and he didn't even have the courage to raise his hand to wipe away the blood.

He struggled to his feet with all his might, then knelt heavily on the ground again, his forehead pressed against the cold floor. His voice trembled, yet he pointed at Qin Mu urgently, shouting his defense:
"President, please be wise! Look at the young master's eyes! His pupils are constricted to pinpoints, far beyond normal, and his gaze is unfocused and unfocused. This is a classic sign of 'dissipated divine light'!"

“It is by no means my incompetence. Young Master has indeed suffered a terror far beyond his mental limits, which is why he shut down his consciousness and became like this!”

Qin Shanhe turned his head sharply, his gaze falling on his son. Qin Mu's eyes were still empty, a silly smile on his lips, and he would occasionally mutter "Don't kill me." His wretched appearance stung Qin Shanhe's eyes.

The anger in his chest surged like a volcano, threatening to consume him completely. He slowly turned his head, his icy gaze falling once more on the old Chinese medicine doctor, his tone chilling and piercing, carrying an unyielding resolve: "I don't care what excuses you have, nor do I care about your supposed loss of divine light! Three days, I'm only giving you three days!"

"If he recovers his senses and is unharmed within three days, I will spare your life; if not... you will go down and join him!"

The old Chinese medicine doctor instantly turned pale, his whole body trembling like a leaf. His soul was damaged and his mind was shattered. How could he be cured in three days? This was simply an impossible and deadly task!

At the critical moment of life and death, a sudden flash of inspiration struck him, as if he had grasped at the last straw. He scrambled forward, kowtowing frantically, and cried out urgently:
"President! I have a solution! I once saw a record in a fragment of an ancient book that the legendary 'Soul-Stabilizing Purple Ganoderma' might grow in a secret realm deep within the Dan Sect!"

"That Soul-Stabilizing Purple Ganoderma is a spiritual essence of heaven and earth, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon and gathering the spiritual energy of mountains and rivers. It is most adept at nourishing the soul and calming the mind, and is a peerless elixir for curing 'frightening mental illness'!"

"If...if we can find this item, young master might still have a glimmer of hope!"

"Are you sure?" A glimmer of hope flashed in Qin Shanhe's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a sharp, icy glint as he stared intently at the old Chinese medicine doctor. "If you dare to lie to me, I will grind you to dust and exterminate your entire family!"

"Your subordinate dares not! That is indeed the record in ancient books!"

The old Chinese medicine doctor hurriedly kowtowed, his forehead bleeding from the effort, but his voice grew softer and softer, his confidence completely gone.

"However... the Soul-Stabilizing Purple Ganoderma is elusive and has a peculiar nature. There has never been a definite record of it appearing in the world in the past hundred years. Finding it is as difficult as ascending to heaven..."

Qin Shanhe was too lazy to waste any more words with him. He turned around, strode to his desk, and picked up the encrypted dedicated phone line on the desk.

His fingertips trembled slightly with urgency as he dialed the number of Chen Shouzhou, the current leader of the Dan Sect. He had to obtain the Soul-Stabilizing Purple Ganoderma as soon as possible, even at a great cost.

After the call was connected, Qin Shanhe hurriedly explained his purpose, but after a brief conversation, the reply from the other end of the line was like a thunderclap, freezing his blood instantly and nearly crushing the encrypted microphone in his hand!

All the rare medicinal herbs in the Danzong storehouse, and even the spiritual herbs around the secret realm, had already been swept away by Xiao Chen. Not even a decent spiritual seedling was left, let alone the Soul-Stabilizing Purple Ganoderma!
"boom!"

Unable to contain his rage any longer, Qin Shanhe slammed the valuable encrypted phone to the ground with a loud bang. The phone shattered into pieces, its components flying everywhere and mingling with the porcelain shards on the ground, making the scene even more chaotic.

"Xiao Chen!" He roared to the sky, his voice filled with despair and boundless hatred.

"You destroyed my son's body and shattered his mind, and now you're even trying to extinguish this last glimmer of hope for his recovery. Do you want to force me, Qin Shanhe, to perish with you?!"

Qin Shanhe's chest heaved violently, his eyes were bloodshot and almost spitting out tangible flames. The pressure emanating from him was so immense that it made the air in the entire office stagnant and suffocating.

After a long while, he barely managed to suppress his surging anger and despair, and slowly bent down to press a very hidden black button under his desk.

A short while later, a middle-aged man with a deep, unwavering aura, dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit, silently appeared in the corner of the office. (End of Chapter)