My Ares Son-in-Law

This scene left everyone present stunned, their hearts filled with shock and amazement.

Xiao Xianren's eyes suddenly widened, his eyes full of shock and disbelief. As a warrior, he naturally knew the mystery and difficulty of acupuncture, but even he had never seen such a delicate acupuncture technique.

Could this be the legendary realm of perfection? Immortal Xiao's heart was filled with turbulent waves, and he felt awe for Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen seemed to be in a world where only he and his patients existed. All the exclamations and discussions from the outside world could not penetrate the wall of concentration in his heart.

His hands were like dancers moving through the clouds. Every drop of a silver needle was accompanied by precise movements. The speed was so fast that only a series of blurry shadows could be captured, leaving silver tracks in the air.

"The Needle of Everlasting Life!" Xiao Xianren finally couldn't help but exclaimed, which broke the silence in the ward. His eyes widened and his pupils were full of disbelief.

The Everlasting Needle, which is regarded as the supreme secret skill in the acupuncture world, has only a handful of practitioners in each generation, and all of them are medical masters.

But now, it is displayed vividly in the hands of this seemingly ordinary young man. How can he not be shocked and shocked?

Every time Xiao Chen inserted a needle, it seemed to contain some kind of life force. It was not just the touch of metal and skin, but also the delicate balance and harmony between life and death.

As rows of silver needles were neatly arranged on the old man's body, streams of warm breath began to flow slowly through his body, like the drizzle in spring, moistening the dry land and awakening the dormant vitality.

Finally, Xiao Chen reached back and gently pressed a key acupuncture point on the old man's body. This press seemed to open some kind of shackles, and the old man's body, which had been shaking violently before, instantly relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

He let out a long sigh from his throat, which was a release from the pain and the joy of regaining hope in life. Then, his originally purple-black face recovered quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a light red sheen gradually climbed up his cheeks, heralding the return of vitality.

"He's recovered!" Jiang Qingtao's family members showed a long-lost smile on their faces. In that smile, they expressed gratitude for Xiao Chen's medical skills and were sincerely happy about the old man's recovery. At this moment, all the worries and fears disappeared, leaving only a beautiful vision and hope for the future.

Xiao Chen gently loosened his hands and carefully placed the old man back on the bed. After making sure he was lying comfortably, he slowly turned around and looked at Xiao Xianren calmly. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which showed his recognition of Xiao Xianren's recognition of the acupuncture method and also implied a subtle deep meaning.

"You have a good eye. I really used the Everlasting Life Needle." Xiao Chen's words were calm and powerful, and every word was clearly heard by everyone present. There was no boasting or belittling in his words, but he simply stated a fact.

However, Xiao Chen changed the subject and a complex expression flashed in his eyes: "It's a pity that you have good medical skills and knowledge, but your character is not good. If you can cultivate a kind heart in addition to medical skills, your future achievements may be more exciting." Xiao Chen said this meaningfully, which was both a reminder to Xiao Xianren and an expectation for him. He knew that although medical skills can save people, if the doctor has bad intentions, medical skills can also become a weapon to hurt people. Therefore, he valued the character and medical ethics of the doctor more.

Everyone in the room had a strange look on their face.

"This tone..." someone murmured in a low voice, as if lamenting Xiao Chen's courage and straightforwardness, and as if questioning whether he was qualified to make such an evaluation of the Penglai genius doctor Xiao Xianren.

After all, in everyone's mind, Xiao Xianren was not only a symbol of superb medical skills, but also a highly respected person. However, at this moment, Xiao Chen questioned the character of this miracle doctor in an almost provocative manner.

If the legendary Penglai genius doctor Xiao Xianren said similar words to Xiao Chen in such a scene, it might be regarded as encouragement and teachings from the senior to the junior, which would be taken for granted and there would be no sense of incongruity.

But now, it was Xiao Chen who said these words to Xiao Xianren, which made people feel a little incredible and even a little "weird". This sense of weirdness may be due to the subtle difference in identity and status between Xiao Chen and Xiao Xianren, as well as his courage to challenge authority and speak out.

Although Jiang Qingtao and others knew nothing about medicine and had never heard of advanced acupuncture techniques such as the Everlasting Needle, they could clearly perceive the changes in the old man with the most simple and intuitive feelings.

Just now, the old man still had that terrifying look as if the fire of life was about to be extinguished and he was about to die at the next moment. The whole room was shrouded in an extremely depressing atmosphere.

Now, as Xiao Chen gave him acupuncture, the old man's breathing gradually became steady and strong, and his originally pale cheeks gradually regained some color. Even people who knew little about medicine could easily see that the old man's symptoms had indeed eased, and the fire of life seemed to have been rekindled.

Xiao Xianren, the miraculous doctor from Penglai, who usually always appears to be otherworldly, now showed an expression of incredible shock, and there seemed to be surging waves in his deep eyes.

His tightly pursed lips and slightly trembling hands all revealed his inner shock and confusion. In the eyes of everyone, such an expression was undoubtedly the best proof of Xiao Chen's medical skills, and it also further deepened their awe and gratitude for this turn of events.

Jiang Qingtao looked at this scene, his heart surging with indescribable excitement and joy. He almost cried with joy, tears flashing in his eyes, which was the sincere joy for the improvement of the old man's condition, and the deep emotion for being able to witness this miracle. He tightly held the hand of the person next to him, as if he wanted to share his joy and gratitude in this way.

However, in sharp contrast to Jiang Qingtao's excitement was Jiang Qingjiang's fear and despair. He was trembling all over, and every subtle movement revealed his inner panic and anxiety. He knew very well that his conspiracy to bribe Xiao Xianren to murder the old man under the pretext of curing the disease had been completely exposed.

Under the shock of the Penglai Divine Doctor, any sophistry seemed pale and powerless. What made him even more desperate was that Xiao Xianren might be able to stay safe and sound because of the powerful force of the Penglai Holy Land, but he, Jiang Qingjiang, a mere mortal, could never escape the punishment of the family. (End of this chapter)