My Ares Son-in-Law

Xiao Chen's tone was somewhat casual and unrestrained, as if he did not care about his status.

Upon hearing this, Wang Xingyun showed an embarrassment on his face: "I dare not, I'd better call you Mr. Xiao." There was some respect and caution in his voice, and it was obvious that he had a deep understanding of Xiao Chen's identity.

Seeing this, Xiao Chen gently waved his hand with a helpless smile on his face: "Forget it, whatever you want, just don't call me by my title, otherwise I will have to explain myself."

The two walked through the corridor and came to a quiet room. The light in the room was soft, but there was an inexplicable sense of oppression.

A young man in his thirties sat there blankly, his eyes empty and lifeless, as if he had lost his soul. He had a silly expression on his face, the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, and he looked very wrong.

As soon as Xiao Chen entered the room, his eyes fell on the young man, and his brows wrinkled involuntarily. "Huh?" He asked softly, with a gleam of inquiry in his eyes.

Seeing this, Wang Xingyun on the side asked hurriedly: "Mr. Xiao, what did you find out?" There was a bit of nervousness and expectation in his voice, and it was obvious that he attached great importance to Xiao Chen's judgment.

Xiao Chen smiled slightly, with a hint of deep meaning in his eyes: "I roughly know what the situation is, but this matter sounds a bit weird, I'm afraid that Mr. Huang won't believe it."

There was a hint of helplessness and emotion in his tone, as if he had anticipated the truth that was about to be revealed, but was worried that others would find it difficult to accept it.

At this time, there was an old man with a sage-like appearance in the room who was examining the young man.

The old man was wearing clothes unique to the Holy Land. The hem of his clothes swayed gently and was embroidered with the conspicuous symbol of a sect in the Penglai Holy Land, as if he was afraid that others would not know that he was from the Holy Land.

His face was arrogant, but his eyes revealed a subtle sense of pride and arrogance. Every movement he made seemed to show the people around him how superb his medical skills were.

The old man held a silver needle and gently tested the young man's pulse on his wrist. His eyes were focused and deep, as if he was trying to read the young man's condition from his pulse.

However, even a medical expert like him couldn't help but reveal a look of solemnity and confusion on his face when facing the young man's condition.

But even so, he still maintained his calm and confidence, as if he was always ready to show people around him how magical his medical skills were.

"That's Jiang Liushan, the miracle doctor from the Holy Land." Wang Xingyun introduced him to Xiao Chen in a low voice, with a bit of awe and helplessness in his tone, "This man is very impressive, and Huang Yuandong seems to trust him more. He asked me to come just in case."

His words revealed his recognition of Jiang Liushan's medical skills, but also implied a subtle dissatisfaction with his own status.

Xiao Chen nodded and looked at Jiang Liushan calmly. This miracle doctor looked unpredictable, with tight skin, ruddy complexion, and a gleam of wisdom in his eyes, but he might actually be over a hundred years old.

He was wearing a white robe, the hem of which swayed gently in the wind. It was embroidered with the unique mark of the Holy Land of Penglai, making him look noble and mysterious. Although the years had left traces on him, he looked only in his forties or fifties, as if the years had been particularly tolerant of him. Jiang Liushan was treating the demented man. He skillfully examined the patient's body, and every movement revealed his profound attainments in medical skills.

The patient looked extremely painful, with a distorted face, dull eyes, and saliva hanging from the corners of his mouth, as if he had been tortured by the disease and had lost all dignity and hope.

There was a woman standing next to him. She was not very old, only in her forties, but she was well-maintained, with delicate skin, a well-proportioned figure, and looked very elegant.

Her eyes revealed her deep concern and care for the patient, and her hands were clasped together, as if she was silently praying that Jiang Liushan could bring her loved one back to life and save him.

But at this moment, this beautiful face was covered with crystal tears, like pearls that had broken off the string and kept falling. It was obvious that her heart was torn by endless pain, and she felt sorry for her demented child.

Her eyes were filled with helplessness and sadness, as if the whole world had lost its color, leaving only endless darkness and despair.

After all, even if he has dementia, he is still his own flesh and blood, born after ten months of pregnancy and many hardships. How can I not feel heartache for this blood-related relationship?
Her heart was full of contradictions and struggles. On the one hand, she hoped that her child could get rid of the disease and recover his health; on the other hand, she knew that this was almost an impossible wish and could only endure this endless pain silently.

Huang Yuandong sat aside, his figure tall and straight, his eyes revealing a dignified look without anger, like a battle-hardened general who remained calm and resolute even in such a sad moment.

He did not shed tears, but the concern on his face was genuine. His furrowed brows and tightly pursed lips revealed his inner pain and anxiety.

He was very interested and it was obvious that he loved the child very much.

After all, he had this son when he was very old, and because of an assassination incident not long ago, he was injured in that part of his body and could no longer have children. In other words, this son was his only bloodline and his only hope and sustenance in this world.

Huang Yuandong knows that the continuation of a family is not only the inheritance of blood, but also the transmission of spirit and faith. He hopes that his family can be passed on, not only in blood, but also in spirit and character.

He didn't want the family's glory and brilliance to end here, and he didn't want his son to become the family's shame and regret. Therefore, he has been trying to find a way to cure his son's disease, and he will never give up even if there is a glimmer of hope.

At this moment, a figure quietly approached Huang Yuandong and whispered a few words in his ear. Although the words were soft, they were enough to change Huang Yuandong's expression slightly.

He slowly turned his head and finally his eyes fell on Wang Xingyun and Xiao Chen. His deep eyes seemed to contain countless emotions and considerations. Then, he slowly stood up and walked over steadily, revealing an unquestionable majesty with every step.

"Dean Wang," Huang Yuandong's voice was deep and powerful, as if it could penetrate people's hearts, "That person is Jiang Liushan, the miracle doctor from the Penglai Holy Land. You should have heard of his name. I'm afraid your trip will be in vain, but please rest assured. I, Huang Yuandong, will remember your kindness today and will definitely repay you in the future."

Wang Xingyun's face flashed with a complicated expression when he heard this. He nodded calmly, with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "Since Mr. Huang said so, let's do it this way." (End of this chapter)