My Ares Son-in-Law

The woman ran to Jiang Qingtao, her voice trembling a little: "Qingtao, it's not good, the old man just got sick, and the situation is very bad now, you should go back and take a look!"

"Go and have a look!" Jiang Qingtao's voice was filled with unquestionable urgency. He almost sprinted towards the old man's tent, desperately. His deep affection and concern for the family elders were fully displayed at this moment.

In fact, he no longer cared about Xiao Chen.

His figure shuttled through the camp like a gust of wind, blowing up the dust around him and also attracting the astonished gazes of the people around him.

Seeing this, Jiang Yulan followed Jiang Qingtao without any hesitation. Although her steps were not as fast as Jiang Qingtao's, each step was firm and powerful, revealing her deep concern and anxiety about her grandfather's illness. Tears flashed in her eyes, which were the fear of her relatives' imminent death, and the helplessness and anger of the family's internal disputes.

Xiao Chen looked at the two people's backs as they walked away, feeling mixed emotions. He shook his head helplessly, but finally decided to follow them. After all, staying alone in this camp full of vigilance and prying eyes really made him feel uncomfortable.

Especially when he thought of those sniper scopes hidden in the dark, silently locking onto him, an indescribable irritation and anger surged into his heart, making him almost want to lose his temper.

As you walk into the tent, a faint smell of medicine hits your nose. In stark contrast to the tense atmosphere outside, this place feels more like a quiet space isolated from the world.

The interior of the tent is spacious and bright, with a simple and warm layout. It is obviously carefully designed to facilitate the elderly to rest.

On the hospital bed, a white-haired old man lay quietly, his face was kind and peaceful, but his paleness and weakness could not be ignored. This was Jiang Qingtao's father, Jiang Yulan's great-grandfather, a respected elder in the family.

Several family members gathered around the bed, their expressions varied, some were anxious, others looked indifferent. Xiao Chen glanced around casually, but unexpectedly heard their whispered conversation.

Those words were full of covetousness and calculations for the old man's inheritance. They discussed how to divide up the gold and silver treasures and how to fight for the martial arts secrets left by the old man. These relatives who should have given care and support to the old man when he was seriously ill, now exposed their greed and selfishness.

Xiao Chen couldn't help but feel a strong sense of irony in his heart. He shook his head secretly and said to himself: "I'm so drunk. Is this what they call filial piety?" At this moment, he had a deeper understanding of the complexity and indifference of this family, and he also felt more respect for Jiang Yulan's persistence and perseverance.

"Shut up!" Jiang Qingtao's voice exploded in the tent like thunder. His eyes were wide open and he glared at the surroundings. The majesty and indomitable spirit that emanated from his bones made the air seem to freeze for a moment.

His steps were firm and powerful, and each step he took showed the momentum of a family head, until he stood still in the center of the tent. The remnant sound of the roar was still echoing in the tent. In an instant, the originally noisy and chaotic tent became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The people around looked at each other, some with fear on their faces, while others had complicated expressions that were difficult to read.

Jiang Qingtao's eyes swept over everyone, an unquestionable scrutiny, as if he could see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts. He spoke again, his voice not raised, but more steady and powerful: "Everyone get out, the doctor will stay. What is needed here is treatment, not your gossip." These words were not only an order to everyone present, but also a declaration of his identity and responsibility.

Every word Jiang Qingtao said revealed a firmness that could not be disobeyed, which made people obey involuntarily. Then, there was a movement in the tent. People stood up one after another, and walked out quickly or slowly with their own thoughts, until only a few doctors and a few people who were still hesitant were left in the tent.

However, not everyone was intimidated by the roar.

A middle-aged man who was slightly younger but equally well dressed had a provocative smile on his face. He took a few steps forward and looked at Jiang Qingtao, his voice full of disdain and provocation: "Boss, why are you so arrogant? If you are the head of the family, you don't have the support of the old man. Do you think you can hold your position firmly? Don't forget, the foundation of the Jiang family does not rely on you alone."

His tone was mixed with doubts about Jiang Qingtao's abilities, as well as his eagerness to determine who would become the future head of the family.

As soon as these words came out, several people who had already stepped out of the tent stopped and turned back. The atmosphere in the tent became subtle again. They were either curious or expectant, as if they were waiting for the next development.

"Jiang Qingjiang, do you know what you are saying?" Jiang Qingtao's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from his teeth. His face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out. He stared at the young man in front of him with anger and disappointment in his eyes. His chest rose and fell violently, and he was obviously trying his best to restrain his inner emotions.

"Okay Qingtao, don't worry about them." Upon seeing this, his wife hurriedly stepped forward and gently but firmly held Jiang Qingtao's arm. Her voice was full of consolation and understanding. "The most important thing now is the old man's health. We must hurry up to treat him." Her words were like a spring breeze, trying to calm the waves in Jiang Qingtao's heart.

Hearing this, Jiang Qingtao took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He turned to look at the only doctor in the room, Dr. Wang, who was an old man in his sixties. The years had left deep marks on his face, but his eyes were still bright and deep, revealing the calmness and wisdom unique to doctors.

"Doctor Wang, what's the situation?" There was a barely perceptible tremor in Jiang Qingtao's voice. He stared at Doctor Wang's face, as if trying to read even a glimmer of hope from the other's expression.

Doctor Wang sighed softly and shook his head helplessly. His weathered hands gently stroked the medical record book in his hands, as if mourning for the patient he was about to lose.

"It's too late, Mr. Jiang." He said slowly, his tone full of regret and helplessness.

"The old man's condition has deteriorated to the point where it cannot be reversed. I was holding out for a glimmer of hope, thinking that if I could find some rare medicinal herbs on this island, I might be able to buy him some time and alleviate his condition. But now it seems that this is almost an impossible task. The old man's time has come, so you should prepare for his funeral as soon as possible."

Doctor Wang's words hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer, and the tent fell into a dead silence. (End of this chapter)