My Ares Son-in-Law

Huang Yuandong had seen many masters who were known for their magical needle skills. Although their techniques were also quite sophisticated, they pale in comparison to Xiao Chen's. It was as if they were just beginners performing poorly in front of a master.

Recalling Jiang Liushan, the legendary figure known as the Penglai Miracle Doctor, his acupuncture skills were also superb and famous.

However, in front of Xiao Chen, Jiang Liushan's skills seemed like a child playing house, so immature and inadequate. Xiao Chen's acupuncture technique was not only extremely accurate, but also contained an indescribable charm and artistic conception, as if he was conducting some kind of mysterious communication and dialogue with the heaven and earth.

At this moment, Huang Yuandong was deeply impressed by Xiao Chen's medical skills, and his heart was filled with admiration and gratitude for Xiao Chen. He knew that it was Xiao Chen's appearance that gave him the opportunity to witness such miraculous medical skills with his own eyes.

"Mr. Xiao, the medicine is ready." There was a hint of expectation and respect in Wang Xingyun's voice. He carefully held an antique casserole filled with carefully boiled and filtered soup. The soup was dark brown and exuded a faint herbal aroma.

Xiao Chen nodded slightly and waved his left hand. The soup in the casserole seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and flew up into the air. It turned into dozens of thin streams and accurately merged into the air needles inserted in the patient's head. Then, these air needles containing the essence of the herbs slowly penetrated into the patient's body like living things.

"Prepare a basin." Xiao Chen's voice was calm and powerful, and every word seemed to carry unquestionable majesty.

"Yes!" An assistant next to him responded immediately after hearing this, quickly brought a clean basin and carefully placed it next to Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen waved his hand gently again, and suddenly streams of black liquid shot out from the air needles. The liquid drew strange arcs in the air and finally fell into the basin, making a "tapping" sound.

The black liquid gave off a fishy smell that made people want to vomit. Obviously, this was the toxin discharged from the patient's body.

"It's poisoned!" Huang Yuandong was dumbfounded as he watched from the side. He couldn't help but exclaimed. The black poison continued to gather in the basin, emitting an increasingly strong stench, which made people frown.

However, under Xiao Chen's calm and powerful control, the patient's complexion gradually became rosy, and his originally painful and distorted expression gradually relaxed, as if he was undergoing a transformation from the inside out.

At this moment, Huang Yuandong had a deeper understanding of Xiao Chen's medical skills. He knew very well that being able to cultivate medical skills to such a level was not something that could be achieved overnight, but required profound cultivation, superb skills, and immense awe and love for life.

The whole process lasted for a full twenty minutes. Xiao Chen was fully focused, and every subtle movement revealed his superb mastery of medical skills and his great respect for life. With his last wave of his hand, the air needles inserted into the patient's head seemed to have received some kind of instruction, and they all turned into nothingness and dissipated into the air.

At this time, Xiao Chen's face was covered with fine beads of sweat, and the sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks and dripped to the ground, making a slight sound.

Seeing this, Wang Xingyun, who was standing next to him, quickly pulled out a white tissue and gently wiped the sweat off his forehead, his eyes full of admiration and gratitude.

Xiao Chen tilted his head slightly and looked at Huang Yuandong who was standing beside him. His voice was calm and firm:
"It's okay. Your son has recovered now. All that's left is recuperation. After all, he has been poisoned for several years. The toxins have just been removed, and his body is still very weak. But you don't need me for this. Just leave it to Dean Wang. He will arrange everything."

Huang Yuandong's face showed an expression of disbelief when he heard this. He widened his eyes and asked with a trembling voice, "Is it really healed?" His tone was full of expectation and uneasiness, as if at this moment, all the hopes and worries were intertwined. Wang Xingyun frowned slightly when he heard this, and there was a bit of displeasure in his voice: "Are you questioning Mr. Xiao's medical skills? Mr. Xiao's medical skills are superb and he is a recognized expert in our hospital. Since he said he is fine, then he must be fine."

His tone was full of trust and respect for Xiao Chen, as if at this moment, he was Xiao Chen's most staunch supporter.

"No, no, no!" Huang Yuandong waved his hands and denied it repeatedly, his face looked a little flustered. He shook his head and said, "Don't get me wrong, I just... just..."

His words were filled with urgency, and for a moment he didn't know how to explain his feelings. His eyes moved back and forth between Xiao Chen and Wang Xingyun, as if he was trying to find a suitable word to express his meaning.

Seeing this, Xiao Chen raised a gentle smile and patted Huang Yuandong's shoulder gently to comfort him.

He smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. I know what you mean. You are worried about your son's condition and want to know how he is now, right? Why don't you ask yourself and find out?"

There was some understanding and encouragement in Xiao Chen's words, as if he was telling Huang Yuandong that everything was over and now it was time to face reality.

Huang Yuandong was stunned when he heard this, and his eyes suddenly turned to his son. At this time, his son was lying quietly on the hospital bed, his eyes became extremely clear, as if he had just experienced a baptism, washing away all the haze.

He opened his mouth slightly and spoke coherent words that he had never said before: "Dad, Mom... I seem to have had a very long nightmare..."

Huang Yuandong and Wang Xingyun were stunned when these words came out. They looked at the patient's eyes, which were no longer dull but full of life and energy, and they could not help but feel an indescribable excitement and joy in their hearts.

Huang Yuandong's wife couldn't help but burst into tears. She held her son's hand tightly, as if she was afraid that all this was just a dream and would disappear at any time.

Although the patient's words were simple, they were like a clear spring, moistening their long-dried hearts. At this moment, they seemed to see the light of hope, illuminating the way forward.

"Son...you...you are really well!" Huang Yuandong's voice trembled uncontrollably, and the tears that had been flashing in his eyes finally fell. Even a big shot like him who had experienced many ups and downs could not control his emotions at all when he encountered such a great event as his son's recovery.

He held his son's hands tightly, as if he was afraid that all this was just an illusion and he would wake up at any time.

Excited! Too excited! Huang Yuandong's mood was like a surging wave, difficult to calm down. (End of this chapter)