The Rise of Dragon Son-in-Law

Long Chen accompanied Zhao Churan downstairs; after eating, the patient he had called also just informed Long Chen by phone that he had arrived at the doorstep.

Long Chen personally went out to greet him and, upon meeting the patient, saw that he was an old man well past his prime.

By his side, there was also a middle-aged man and a young girl.

"You must be Mr. Zhao Hong, right? I’m Long Chen,"

Long Chen said as he approached and greeted him proactively.

Zhao Hong was taken aback for a moment, not expecting Long Chen to be so young.

He immediately had some doubts—could such a young doctor really treat his cancer?

However, Zhao Hong did not voice his skepticism, though it was clearly evident on his face.

"Grandpa, this doesn’t seem reliable at all, shall we go home?"

The young girl whispered, her eyes full of caution as she looked at Long Chen.

"We’re here now; might as well try, like pinning our hopes on a dead horse as if it’s going to come back to life," Zhao Hong sighed.

"Dad, Xiaozhao and I will stay with you,"

the middle-aged man whispered softly.

"Please come in,"

Long Chen said with a smile.

He had overheard their conversation but did not mind at all.

After all, it was natural for anyone in such a situation to have reservations.

The fact that these three did not turn around and leave immediately was already giving him a lot of face.

After leading the trio into the living room, Long Chen was just about to invite them to sit when Zhao Xiaozhao and the others caught sight of Zhao Churan, and they were all stunned.

"Churan?"

Zhao Xiaozhao said incredulously as she stared at Zhao Churan.

"Xiaozhao?"

Zhao Churan was also taken aback.

"Ah, Churan! It really is you! We haven’t seen each other for several years, and I never expected to encounter you here,"

Zhao Xiaozhao ran over excitedly, wanting to hug Zhao Churan but hesitated as if suddenly remembering something, and her arms were raised but couldn’t bring herself to complete the embrace.

Seeing this, Zhao Churan extended her arms and took the initiative to hug Zhao Xiaozhao.

She knew why Zhao Xiaozhao had raised her hands but then hesitated—it ultimately came down to the fact that they had all grown up and hadn’t seen each other for years.

Zhao Xiaozhao was probably a bit intimidated by her own successful career, which might have made Zhao Xiaozhao feel somewhat inferior, plus the span of several years had likely added a sense of distance between them.

"Churan, I didn’t expect you to live here,"

Zhao Hong remarked, looking around at the luxurious villa with a sense of melancholy.

Coming from the same place, yet Zhao Churan’s branch of the family had flourished.

"Great Uncle, please take a seat first, Uncle, Xiaozhao, you two as well. Make yourselves at home and don’t be strangers,"

Zhao Churan said with a smile.

"Churan, is this Doctor Long your boyfriend?"

the middle-aged man asked curiously.

"Yes," Zhao Churan nodded without hesitation and smiled, "His medical skills are extremely formidable. Sometimes, I wonder if he practices mortal medicine or, in fact, some kind of ’divine art.’"

"Churan, since we are family, you entertain them here, and I’ll take Mr. Zhao upstairs to check on his condition," Long Chen said with a smile.

"All right, go ahead,"

Zhao Churan chuckled lightly.

"Ha-ha, to think I’d bump into my own relatives just by chance, now I can be at ease,"

Zhao Hong laughed heartily and followed Long Chen up to the second floor.

Upon entering the room, Long Chen meticulously studied Zhao Hong’s cancer, seriously dissecting it.

With Long Chen’s current medical skills, it was not difficult for him to eliminate Zhao Hong’s cancer cells on his own.

But that was not his goal.

He wanted to use medicine that could achieve the effect of clearing the cancer cells.

In the eyes of the modern world, this was an unachievable myth.

However, in Long Chen’s view, it was not impossible.

This was because the elixir formulas recorded in the Medical Immortal Treasure Manual were extraordinary.

Such elixir formulas were nearly akin to Dao Pills, beyond ordinary people’s understanding.

Once developed successfully, the chance of curing cancer would become very high.

Over the next few hours, Long Chen entered a state of self-forgetfulness, repeatedly reflecting and researching.

Until late at night, when Zhao Hong could hardly stay awake any longer, Long Chen finally stopped.

"Elder Zhao, you’ve worked hard. In a moment, I’ll have Churan arrange a room for you. You will stay here for the next while. I need to observe you daily and have you try the medication," Long Chen said.

"Try the medication?" Zhao Hong was astonished.

"Yes, try the medication," Long Chen said. "I won’t hide it from you; I’m confident I can cure you. However, I want to develop a medicine that can easily treat cancer, so I need your help. But rest assured, though it’s a trial, it will definitely not cause any problems.

Of course, if you’re not willing, that’s fine too."

Zhao Hong hurriedly waved his hands, saying, "No, no, no, I’m willing to give it a try. If you can really develop that kind of medicine, it would be a tremendous blessing for cancer patients all over the world."

"Good, then it’s settled."

Long Chen escorted Zhao Hong out and had Zhao Churan arrange accommodation for him.

Afterward, Long Chen plunged back into his room and began to concoct medicine.

Over the next several days, Long Chen tirelessly tinkered, trial-testing various medications on Zhao Hong multiple times.

At first, there were no effects, but with Long Chen’s repeated improvements, a significant effect finally emerged on the fifth day. The cancer cells in Zhao Hong’s body were noticeably suppressed.

And Zhao Hong’s mental state also improved several times over that of several days ago.

"I understand now."

Long Chen grasped some crucial keys.

To concoct the Anti-cancer Elixir, for the moment, he could only inject Spiritual Power.

Spiritual Power was the Mysterious Energy within Long Chen’s body, and it was only after going to the Northern Domain that he knew it was called Spiritual Power.

Time flew by; in the blink of an eye, a month passed.

After a month of tireless, sleepless, repeated experiments, Long Chen finally succeeded in developing the Anti-cancer Pill.

Although it couldn’t cure with just one pill, taking it continuously for three weeks, one Elixir per week, was sure to clear all cancer cells in the body.

The effect of the medicine had already been verified in Zhao Hong.

Zhao Hong had now fully recovered, his physique returned to an extremely healthy state, and his complexion had also become rosy.

"Elder Zhao, your condition has now fully recovered. Later on, go to the hospital and find Dr. Xia Ling. Ask him to take you for a detailed examination, but don’t say too much. Just the examination will do," Long Chen told Zhao Hong.

Zhao Hong stared at Long Chen, emotion stirring, tears streaming down his face: "Long Chen, no, Mr. Long, you truly are the Divine Doctor of our times, the Medical Immortal of this world. I can clearly feel the changes in myself; my condition must have recovered. Please, allow me to bow to you."

"That’s not appropriate," Long Chen hurriedly intervened. "You are Churan’s third grandfather, and Churan is my girlfriend, so that also makes you my third grandfather. You bowing to me is not something I can accept. If you truly want to thank me, then listen to me, go find Xia Ling, let her believe that your cancer was cured by me, but don’t tell anyone else, allow only Xia Ling to know."

"Alright, alright, alright, I got it."

Zhao Hong nodded repeatedly.

After sending Zhao Hong off, Long Chen returned home, his mood also very excited.

The successful development of the Anti-cancer Pill was well worth the month of hard work.

However, such an Elixir could only be concocted by him alone.

Aside from him, no one else in the world could make it.