My Ares Son-in-Law

Xiao Chen recalled that after Xiao Xianren arrived, he did not check the old man's diagnosis in detail, nor did he use any advanced examination methods. He started the treatment based on naked eye observation and experience. In Xiao Chen's opinion, this approach undoubtedly increased the risk of misdiagnosis.

What made Xiao Chen even more uneasy was that this kind of misjudgment by Xiao Xianren was almost unavoidable in the absence of his special soul power assistance.

He knew very well that his soul power could allow him to see the subtle changes in the human body, so as to make more accurate diagnosis and treatment. However, Xiao Xianren obviously did not have such ability.

If the piercing continues like this, not only will the old man die, but his death will also be accelerated.

"Death..." This heavy word echoed in Xiao Chen's heart, and he couldn't help but start to doubt Xiao Xianren's motives. He recalled Jiang Qingjiang's complicated and unpredictable attitude, and the agreement that Jiang Qingtao signed to save his father, and a chill surged in his heart.

Given Jiang Qingjiang's attitude, he would never allow the old man to be cured, even if Jiang Qingtao signed an agreement stating that he would give the position of head of the family to Jiang Qingjiang if Xiao Xianren cured the old man.

However, although this agreement carries Jiang Qingtao's sincerity and determination, it seems unlikely to become ironclad evidence that determines the fate of the family.

In the game of power, a piece of paper often seems pale and powerless, especially under the pressure of the miracle of life and family tradition. As the spiritual pillar and actual decision-maker of the family, the life and death of the old man is directly related to the future direction of the family.

Xiao Chen knew that if the old man could miraculously recover, no matter what the agreement said, the final say would still be firmly in his hands. Jiang Qingjiang might be able to gain the support and support of family members temporarily, but the authority forged by blood and dignity could not be easily shaken.

Therefore, Jiang Qingjiang would definitely choose a safer approach, which is to let the old man die, so that he doesn't have to worry about anything.

Could it be that Xiao Xianren really did this on purpose as he thought? Was it to cater to Jiang Qingjiang's wishes, to make the old man's condition worse, and thus accelerate his death?

Once this thought came up, it was like a wildfire that spread across the prairie and was difficult to contain. Xiao Chen's eyes were fixed on every move of Xiao Xianren, trying to find the answer from it. But Xiao Xianren's expression was always as calm as water, as if he was completely immersed in his treatment and turned a deaf ear to all the suspicions and doubts from the outside world.

Xiao Chen's heart was full of contradictions and struggles. He hoped that his guess was wrong, but he was also afraid that the truth was really as he thought. He knew very well that in this family full of power struggles and conflicts of interest, any disturbance could lead to unpredictable consequences.

"Wait!" Xiao Chen's voice suddenly exploded in the quiet room, like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly breaking the original tranquility. His words were filled with determination and urgency that could not be ignored, causing everyone to stop their movements involuntarily, and even the air seemed to freeze.

At this moment, everyone's eyes, as if drawn by an invisible force, were all focused on Xiao Chen's face.

They were surprised, confused, or curious, and all kinds of emotions intertwined to form a complex and ever-changing picture. Xiao Chen stood there with a calm face and a firm look, as if he was ready to face all the consequences. He took a deep breath to make his voice clearer and more powerful: "Your acupuncture seems to be a treatment, but in fact it has deviated from the right direction from the beginning. If you continue in this way, within four needles, the old man's condition will not only not improve, but will deteriorate sharply, and may even cause more serious complications."

Xiao Chen's words were full of medical rigor and responsibility to patients; every word was powerful and unquestionable.

As Xiao Chen finished speaking, the expressions of the people around him suddenly became complicated. Some were surprised at Xiao Chen's outspokenness, while others were shocked and uneasy about what he said. Jiang Qingjiang frowned and looked at Xiao Chen sharply, as if he wanted to see something from his face.

"Are you a doctor?" Jiang Qingjiang finally spoke, his voice deep and powerful, revealing a kind of majesty that should not be underestimated. This question was both a question about Xiao Chen's identity and a dissatisfaction with his courage to interrupt the treatment process.

Xiao Chen nodded slightly, looking at Jiang Qingjiang calmly: "I guess so." His answer was concise and confident, without too much explanation or boasting, but it was enough to make people feel his recognition and confidence in his ability. At this moment, he seemed to no longer be the unknown bystander, but a key figure in this treatment process.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Qingjiang curled up the corner of his mouth into a sneer, which contained both contempt for Xiao Chen's youthful vigor and dissatisfaction with his unfounded comments.

"Do you have a medical qualification?" There was a hint of unquestionable majesty in his words, as if if Xiao Chen's answer was slightly wrong, he would immediately become the target of his rebuttal.

Xiao Chen nodded slightly, with a hint of helplessness and a bitter smile on his face: "This, I really don't have it."

His answer was concise and direct, but it contained a hidden meaning. In fact, he did have a medical qualification certificate, but that certificate belonged to his other identity - the God of War. Once this identity was revealed, it would undoubtedly lead to countless troubles and disputes. Therefore, he could not and did not dare to mention it easily.

In his heart, he actually felt a little regretful. If he had known that he would be involved in such a dispute today, he should have prepared for it and applied for his own medical qualification certificate. For him, with his profound medical attainments and extensive network of contacts, this was not a difficult task.

But things are unpredictable, and at this moment, he can only face these sudden doubts and challenges.

"However," Xiao Chen changed the subject, a glimmer of confidence and determination in his eyes, "Although I do not have a formal medical qualification certificate, I have absolute confidence in my medical skills. I believe that as long as I can get in touch with the patient and treat him with my method, I will be able to save his life." His voice was not loud, but it was full of power, making people involuntarily believe that what he said was true.

Jiang Qingjiang's words were like the cold wind in winter, carrying with them a biting chill. Every word he uttered slowly was like a carefully carved cube of ice, hitting people's hearts and making them shudder.

"You don't even have a basic certificate like a doctor's qualification certificate, and you dare to speak nonsense here. You are simply ignorant of the world." His eyes revealed deep disdain and contempt, as if every word Xiao Chen said was just the ignorant words of a child. (End of this chapter)