I was chased by my sickly junior brother who had two lives

After Chen Jia broke up with Wei Lang in the heavy rain, she was extremely sad, but when she thought of Chen Jue whose life was hanging by a thread, she forced herself to cheer up.

She tried to calm herself down and thought about how she could save Chen Jue.

Suddenly, she remembered that her master had once mentioned a close friend who was said to be a skilled doctor and lived in the next county.

Chen Jia felt like she had grabbed her last straw. She immediately rushed back to the Imperial Hospital and found the prince.

The Imperial Hospital was still filled with a tense atmosphere. Chen Jue was lying on the bed, his breath so weak that it was almost unnoticeable. Chen Jia knelt in front of the prince, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Your Highness, I remember that Master has a close friend in the next county, who is said to be an excellent doctor. I beg Your Highness to do everything you can to keep Chen Jue alive. I will go and invite that famous doctor myself." Chen Jia's voice was filled with eagerness and anticipation.

The prince looked at Chen Jia's determined eyes and was moved by her persistence.

"Okay, I will instruct the imperial doctors to do their best to stabilize Chen Jue's condition. You go and come back quickly."

After getting the prince's consent, Chen Jia did not dare to delay at all and immediately set off for the next county.

Along the way, she was extremely anxious and kept urging the carriage to speed up. The windy and rainy weather made the road muddy, but Chen Jia didn't care. She had only one thought in her mind, which was to find a famous doctor as soon as possible to save Chen Jue.

Finally, Chen Jia arrived at the next county town. She asked around for the whereabouts of the famous doctor and learned that his name was Lao Feng and he lived in a remote corner of the county town.

Chen Jia rushed to Lao Feng's residence, but found the door closed. She knocked hard, but there was no response from inside.

Chen Jia was extremely anxious. She knew that time was running out and she couldn't give up just like that.

So, she began to shout loudly at the door: "Mr. Feng, I am Chen Jia, please save Chen Jue. His life is hanging by a thread, only you can save him."

However, no matter how she called out, there was no movement from inside. Chen Jia was unwilling to give up, so she wandered at the door, thinking about how to see Lao Feng.

She remembered that she had heard that some famous doctors had strange personalities and were unwilling to save people easily. Maybe Lao Feng was also such a person.

Chen Jia decided to use all means to get a meeting with Lao Feng. She began to wait at the door, not eating or drinking, hoping to impress Lao Feng.

However, a day passed and Lao Feng still did not show up. At this time, some people in the county began to point fingers at Chen Jia, some saying she was a lunatic, and some saying she was disturbing Lao Feng's peace.

But Chen Jia ignored these gossips and continued to persist. She wrote another earnest letter and slipped it through the crack of the door to express her sincerity and concern for Chen Jue. But this letter fell on deaf ears and received no response.

Chen Jia began to ask around about Lao Feng's preferences and habits, hoping to find a breakthrough.

She learned that Lao Feng had been saved by the old Duke and that he attached great importance to the ability to identify herbs. Chen Jia's mind moved, and she decided to start from these two aspects and try her best to persuade Lao Feng.

Chen Jia came to Lao Feng's door again, her eyes full of fatigue and determination. The rain was still falling, soaking her clothes, but it couldn't extinguish the fire in her heart.

She took a deep breath and said loudly, "Mr. Feng, I know that you have been saved by the old Duke. This kindness must be as heavy as Mount Tai in your heart. You have always remembered the old Duke's great kindness and virtue, and always thought about repaying him one day. Chen Jue, he also sacrificed himself for the country and the people. He bravely fought against evil forces, and for justice and the peace of the people, he never backed down. His spirit is exactly the same as that of the old Duke. The old Duke saved people out of kindness and justice, and what Chen Jue is doing now, isn't it continuing the kindness and justice of the old Duke? If you don't save him, wouldn't you fail the old Duke's life-saving grace?"

Chen Jia paused, looking at the closed door, a strong desire surged in her heart. She continued: "Mr. Feng, think about it, when the old Duke saved people, he must have hoped that the people he saved could pass on this kindness and justice. Chen Jue is such a person. He is working hard for the country and the people. He is the inheritor of the kindness and justice of the old Duke. If Chen Jue dies like this, what is the meaning of the old Duke's life-saving grace? Can you bear to see that the old Duke's kindness cannot be passed on? I know that I am begging you now, but I really have no other way. Chen Jue's life is hanging by a thread, and only you can save him. I beg you, for the sake of the old Duke, save Chen Jue."

Chen Jia's voice echoed in the rain, full of sincerity and expectation. She knew that what she did might be inappropriate, but for Chen Jue, she could no longer care about that. She only hoped that Lao Feng could be moved by her words, open the tightly closed door, and give Chen Jue a hope of life.

As time passed, Chen Jia became more and more nervous. She didn't know whether Lao Feng would be touched by her words and whether he would be willing to come out to see her. But she knew that she couldn't give up. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, she would hold on.

Just when Chen Jia was about to despair, the door suddenly opened a crack. Lao Feng's voice came from inside: "If you can identify these herbs I placed at the door, I will come out to see you."

Chen Jia was delighted and looked towards the door. She saw some similar herbs placed there, which were difficult to distinguish. Chen Jia took a deep breath and carefully observed the characteristics of each herb based on the herbal knowledge she had learned before.

She first picked up a herb and carefully observed the shape, color and texture of its leaves, then smelled it. Then she picked up another herb for comparison. Chen Jia's eyes were focused and determined, not missing any details.

After careful identification, Chen Jia finally determined the name and effect of each herb and said her answer loudly.

The door slowly opened and Lao Feng came out. He looked at Chen Jia with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"I didn't expect you to be so good at identifying herbs." said Lao Feng.

Chen Jia knelt down quickly, tears welling up in her eyes again. "Mr. Feng, please save Chen Jue. He is a good man who sacrificed himself for the country and the people. Now he has been framed and poisoned, and his life is hanging by a thread. I know you are an excellent doctor, and only you can save him."

Lao Feng frowned slightly, "Get up, you really surprised me. Your talent for herbs makes me see your potential in medicine. I can go with you to take a look, but I can't guarantee that I can save him."

Chen Jia felt a surge of joy in her heart. She quickly stood up and looked at Old Feng gratefully. "Mr. Feng, as long as you are willing to go, there is hope. Thank you."

Old Feng packed some simple luggage and followed Chen Jia back to the Imperial Hospital. Along the way, Chen Jia kept introducing Chen Jue's condition to Old Feng, hoping that he could prepare in advance. Old Feng listened quietly and occasionally asked some questions.

When they returned to the Imperial Hospital, the prince and the doctors were waiting anxiously. Old Feng immediately began to diagnose Chen Jue's condition. He carefully examined Chen Jue's body, and his face became more and more serious.

"This poison is indeed very tricky, but it is not without a cure," said Lao Feng.

Chen Jia and the prince were relieved when they heard this. They knew that as long as there was a glimmer of hope, they could not give up.

Under the guidance of Lao Feng, the imperial doctors began to re-formulate the treatment plan. Chen Jia stayed by Chen Jue's bedside, never leaving. She prayed silently, hoping that Chen Jue would recover soon.

After a long and arduous treatment, Chen Jue's condition finally stabilized. His breathing became steady and his complexion gradually regained some color.