My Ares Son-in-Law

Recalling the unpleasant confrontation with Dean Wang, Huang Yuandong's heart tightened involuntarily, worrying that this would become a stumbling block to his request today.

Xiao Chen patted Huang Yuandong's shoulder gently, his eyes revealing an indescribable firmness and confidence: "Just say I asked him to come." His voice was calm and powerful, as if it had a soothing magic that calmed Huang Yuandong's uneasy heart a little.

Huang Yuandong stood there in a daze when he heard this, with a hint of surprise and confusion in his eyes.

He had always thought that Xiao Chen was just a capable assistant to Wang Xingyun. However, the calmness and confidence revealed in Xiao Chen's words made him re-examine the identity and status of the young man in front of him.

Could it be that the relationship between Xiao Chen and Wang Xingyun is not as simple as he imagined?
With this doubt and curiosity, Huang Yuandong hurriedly took out his mobile phone and called Wang Xingyun himself. On the other end of the phone, Wang Xingyun's voice was full of displeasure and anger at first, and he seemed to be still brooding over the previous incident.

Huang Yuandong explained carefully, fearing to offend the powerful dean. However, when Wang Xingyun heard that it was Xiao Chen who asked him to come over, his tone changed drastically from anger to respect, even with a bit of flattery.

"Okay, okay, I'll be there right away." There was a hint of urgency and flattery in Wang Xingyun's voice, as if he was afraid that Xiao Chen would become impatient waiting.

After hanging up the phone, Huang Yuandong felt mixed emotions. He looked at Xiao Chen with awe and gratitude in his eyes. He knew that it was Xiao Chen's intervention that gave him the opportunity to restore his relationship with Dean Wang.

In just 20 minutes, Wang Xingyun arrived in a hurry. He was wearing a neat suit and a humble smile on his face, completely different from the angry dean before.

"Mr. Xiao, you are so broad-minded. If it were anyone else, no matter how much money I was offered, I would never treat such a person." Wang Xingyun looked at Xiao Chen with both admiration and emotion in his eyes.

His words revealed his deep admiration for Xiao Chen's personal charm, as if at this moment, all the grudges and prejudices had disappeared.

Xiao Chen smiled lightly and waved his hand. His smile was filled with a bit of open-mindedness and helplessness: "I understand. I am not simply feeling sorry for the patient. I just met a confused father. Fortunately, the mother is not confused, otherwise the child's life would be really miserable."

His tone was full of emotion about the impermanence of the world and a deep understanding of the complexity of human nature.

"Okay, let's stop talking about this and start the treatment." Xiao Chen put away his smile and looked focused and serious. He pointed to the herbs beside him and told Wang Xingyun, "Follow my instructions. Take care of the herbs first. I'll be in charge of the acupuncture and detoxification."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xingyun immediately nodded in agreement: "Okay!" He acted quickly and began to handle the medicinal materials skillfully. Every movement revealed his superb mastery of medical skills and respect for Xiao Chen's instructions.

During the process of processing medicinal materials, Wang Xingyun's heart was filled with emotion.

He knew very well that Xiao Chen insisted on having him come here not only to treat the patient, but also to make Huang Yuandong owe him a favor so that he could lend a hand at a critical moment in the future. This foresight and sophistication deepened Wang Xingyun's admiration for Xiao Chen.

Recalling the last incident with Qin Mu, Wang Xingyun became more convinced that Xiao Chen was not only a master with superb medical skills, but also a good leader who knew how to cultivate talents and unite the team.

Whenever something good happened, Xiao Chen would always think of helping his subordinates so that they could go further and more steadily on the road of growth. Working under such a leader, Wang Xingyun felt lucky and proud. He secretly made up his mind to study medicine harder and improve his abilities to live up to Xiao Chen's expectations and cultivation.

Wang Xingyun began to process the medicinal materials. Whether it was the tedious process of boiling the medicine or the delicate technique of squeezing juice, he seemed to be at ease and skilled.

In this era when the integration of Chinese and Western medicine has become the norm, as a doctor, he knows that relying solely on Western medical knowledge and technology is far from enough. Western medicine is often helpless with many strange and unique medicinal materials, and neither knows how to use them nor dares to try them easily.

He operated various instruments skillfully, his eyes focused and determined, as if he was communicating silently with each medicinal ingredient.

In his hands, those originally ordinary medicinal herbs gradually exude a rich medicinal aroma, blending the precision of modern technology with the wisdom of ancient medicine, weaving together a vivid picture of treatment.

The development of science and technology seems to be a bit overwhelmed in this era of martial arts. The effective ingredients in those precious natural treasures are often beyond the scope of modern scientific cognition.

Scientists have tried to reveal their mysteries through sophisticated instruments and complex experiments, but they can often only scratch the surface and cannot truly grasp their essence.

Xiao Chen stood quietly at the side, his eyes deep and peaceful, as if isolated from the surrounding noise. He raised his hand gently, and crystal clear air needles condensed at his fingertips.

These Qi needles are not ordinary things, but are condensed from his own profound immortal power, containing endless vitality and vigor. They do not cause any harm to the human body, but can penetrate deep into the muscles, repair damaged tissues, and bring great benefits to the human body.

Xiao Chen's technique is gentle and precise, and every stroke seems to be painting a delicate picture of life. His heart is filled with awe and love for life, and this emotion flows through his fingertips and into every needle, bringing hope and light to the patients who are about to receive treatment.

The air needles fell lightly on the patient's head, one after another, there were dozens of them, decorating the patient's head like a strange hedgehog head, flashing a faint light.

However, the patient did not feel any pain at all. Instead, there was a faint smile on his face, as if he was immersed in a warm dream.

Xiao Chen's technique is so exquisite that it is breathtaking. With his profound cultivation and superb medical skills, he completely shields the pain and discomfort from the invisible.

Each needle falls precisely on a specific acupuncture point without the slightest deviation, as if it has already become one with the patient's body. Every subtle movement is full of awe and care for life.

Huang Yuandong was stunned, his eyes full of shock and awe. Although he knew nothing about medicine, he could feel the extraordinaryness of Xiao Chen's acupuncture skills.

Just like people who don’t know much about football can tell whether a player is good or not. (End of this chapter)