My Ares Son-in-Law

Xiao Chen's words were like a sharp knife, piercing Huang Yuandong's heart. Huang Yuandong's face turned ugly. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He knew that Xiao Chen was right. He had brought all this upon himself. He had made the mistake first, and ended up like this.

"I do!" Huang Yuandong gritted his teeth, his voice full of determination. Although the 50,000 spirit stones made him feel painful, he had to compromise in order to treat the child. After all, Xiao Chen was not wrong. It was indeed his own fault that he had come to this point.

After saying this, Huang Yuandong seemed to have unloaded a heavy burden, and his eyes became firm. He knew that he had to face reality and take due responsibility. And Xiao Chen was a hurdle he had to overcome.

Otherwise, if Xiao Chen had known the truth directly that day, perhaps Xiao Chen would not have charged any reward at all, but would have simply done a favor for Wang Xingyun.

This thought flashed through Huang Yuandong's mind, and he couldn't help but feel regret and self-blame. But now that things have come to this, regret is useless, and he can only accept the arrangement of fate silently.

Seeing that Huang Yuandong finally gave in, a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction flashed across Xiao Chen's eyes.

He did not continue to make things difficult, but raised his wrist to check the time, and said calmly and firmly: "The sooner the better. I have listed a list of herbs here, and you need to prepare them yourself. In an hour, I will go to the hotel where you are staying to treat your son. Remember, all the herbs must be prepared, and not a single one can be missing."

As he spoke, Xiao Chen took out a piece of paper that he had prepared long ago from his pocket, unfolded it gently, and handed it to Huang Yuandong. The paper was densely written with the names, dosages, and decoction methods of various medicinal materials. The handwriting was neat and powerful, revealing Xiao Chen's rigor and seriousness in medical skills.

Huang Yuandong took the note and scanned every word on it. Suddenly, he understood. It turned out that Xiao Chen had already decided to save his son, but he had deliberately set up a series of tests to test his sincerity.

Thinking of this, Huang Yuandong couldn't help but secretly rejoice that he did not give up after all and did not disappoint Xiao Chen's expectations.

A trace of gratitude and awe appeared on his face, and he bowed deeply to Xiao Chen: "Thank you Mr. Xiao for your kindness. I will definitely follow your instructions and prepare the herbs properly, and will not delay the treatment."

Huang Yuandong's voice was filled with a hint of uncontrollable excitement and anticipation. He looked at Xiao Chen almost pleadingly:

"Mr. Xiao, my son has been suffering from dementia for several years. Over the years, I have watched him become increasingly depressed and my heart aches. I really don't ask for him to recover completely. As long as I can save his life and let him live a healthy life like a normal person, I will be satisfied."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Chen sneered, a smile that showed both disdain for Huang Yuandong's excessive humility and absolute confidence in his own medical skills:

"Who are you looking down on? If I say it can be cured, then it will definitely be cured. Not only will your son survive, but he will also recover and become a smart and clever child again."

After saying this, Xiao Chen turned and left, his steps firm and calm, as if everything was under control. His back gradually blurred in Huang Yuandong's eyes, but the confidence and determination were deeply imprinted in Huang Yuandong's heart.

Huang Yuandong stood there in a daze, his hands clenched tightly into fists, his fingers trembling slightly from the excessive force. Tears flashed in his eyes, which were a mixture of excitement and disbelief. Over the years, he had almost given up hope, thinking that his son's dementia was an incurable terminal illness. However, today, Xiao Chen's words were like a ray of light, illuminating the darkness in his heart.

"Is this possible? It's like a dream." Huang Yuandong murmured to himself, his voice filled with surprise, fear and uneasiness about the unknown.

He couldn't imagine that his son would one day recover. This sudden hope made him excited and nervous, as if he was standing at the crossroads of life, waiting for the decision of fate.

After a while, Xiao Chen walked slowly into the luxuriously decorated and elegant hotel with steady steps. The sunlight shone through the exquisite window lattices and sprinkled on his shoulders, adding a bit of softness to his already cold face, but without losing its majesty.

Huang Yuandong and his family had been waiting for a long time, and their attitude was completely different from the past. The arrogance and disdain they once had were replaced by deep awe, and every subtle movement revealed their respect and flattery towards Xiao Chen.

Every medicinal ingredient Xiao Chen needed was carefully selected and of the highest quality, and they were neatly placed on a long table inlaid with gold edges. Next to it were various alchemy tools, each of which was shining with cold light, and was obviously extraordinary.

What is even more eye-catching is that a spirit stone card inlaid with intricate spirit patterns lies quietly on the table. It is worth a full 50,000 top-grade spirit stones, which is priceless and enough to move any cultivator.

Xiao Chen's eyes gently swept across those precious items, and finally stopped at the spirit stone card. The corners of his mouth curled up into an imperceptible smile, and he immediately put it away: "You are very quick, then I won't be polite!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Huang Yuandong indifferently, his eyes showing both scrutiny and a hint of alienation, as if he was measuring the other person's sincerity and true heart. "Where's Wang Xingyun?" His voice was low and magnetic, yet it carried an unquestionable majesty.

When Huang Yuandong heard this, a trace of surprise flashed across his face. He obviously did not expect Xiao Chen to suddenly mention Wang Xingyun.

He was secretly wondering what Xiao Chen was up to. But he didn't dare to show it on his face. He just smiled awkwardly, trying to hide his confusion: "Master Xiao, what's the important matter with Wang Xingyun?"

Xiao Chen shook his head gently, a barely perceptible helplessness flashing in his eyes, as if he was somewhat dissatisfied with Huang Yuandong's slowness.

"If it weren't for Wang Xingyun, do you think I would have attended the banquet with you last time? Let him come. I need a capable assistant to help me complete the next work. Besides, he will also have to take over the subsequent recuperation matters. I am too busy to spend so much time here."

As he spoke, Xiao Chen's eyes revealed an unquestionable firmness, as if everything was already under his control. Although his tone was light, it contained an irrefutable power that made people unable to refuse, and dared not refuse.

"But...but I offended Dean Wang before, and Dean Wang's attitude..." Huang Yuandong's words were filled with helplessness and bitterness. He frowned, and his eyes flickered with anxiety. (End of this chapter)