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

Chen Jue rushed into the clinic with Chen Jia in his arms, his rapid footsteps seemed to trample through the ground. His eyes were full of panic and fear, and he kept shouting: "Doctor! Where is the doctor? Come and save her!" The whole clinic was buzzing with his shouts, and the originally quiet atmosphere was completely broken. Every step was like stepping on the tip of his broken heart, and every shout was filled with fear from the depths of his soul.

The people in the clinic were frightened by this sudden scene. The doctor rushed out from the inner room and saw Chen Jia covered in blood. His face suddenly became solemn. "Quick, put her on the bed." The doctor instructed the apprentice and walked quickly to the bed. His brows were furrowed, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, and his pace unconsciously quickened.

Chen Jue gently placed Chen Jia on the bed. His hands were shaking, and the shaking was like the leaves falling in the autumn wind, uncontrollable. His lips were also trembling slightly, and every tremor was like the twitching of fear in his heart. He held Chen Jia's hand tightly. The hand was as cold as ice. The coldness pierced his heart along his fingertips, making his heart shrink suddenly, as if it was clamped by an invisible clamp, and the pain made him almost unable to breathe. "Sister, you must be okay, you must be okay." Chen Jue kept praying in his heart. That prayer was like a lonely boat in the turbulent sea, and it was his only support at the moment. His eyes never left Chen Jia's bloodless face, and his eyes were full of panic and helplessness, as if as long as he looked away, Chen Jia would disappear in the endless darkness and be taken away by the god of death mercilessly.

The doctor cut open the blood-soaked clothing on Chen Jia's shoulder. The clothing had long been stained dark red by the blood and stuck to the wound. When the cut was made, the deeply inserted arrow was exposed. The doctor's brows were tightly knitted together, and the wrinkles were like deep ravines, full of worry. The skin around the arrow had begun to turn black, and the black color was spreading rapidly along the blood vessels like the tentacles of a demon. The venom was ruthlessly corroding Chen Jia's body. "This arrow is poisonous, and it is very poisonous." The doctor's voice was low and serious. Every word hit Chen Jue's heart like a heavy hammer. Every time it hit, his soul trembled, making his already panicked heart even more at a loss.

"Doctor, you must save her, please!" Chen Jue knelt on the ground with a plop. The sound of his knees hitting the ground was particularly loud in the silent room, like a desperate cry. His eyes were full of pleading, and tears were rolling in his eye sockets. The tears were like a flood that could burst out at any time. He put his hands together and kept shaking, as if he was begging fate, and every tremor was a worry for his sister's life.

While preparing tools, the doctor said, "We will try our best, but the situation is very critical. You get up first and don't hinder us here." Although his voice was calm, his slightly trembling hands revealed his inner nervousness. His eyes never left Chen Jia's wound, and his brows were furrowed even more tightly.

Chen Jue stood up slowly. His legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead. Every step he took was filled with endless pain and reluctance. He stood aside, his body as stiff as a stone. Only his chest, which rose and fell violently due to nervousness, could reveal the turmoil in his heart. His eyes were still fixed on Chen Jia, as if he wanted to inject all his hope into her body, hoping to pull her back from the hands of death.

The doctor picked up a sharp scalpel, which flashed coldly under the light, making people shudder. He said to the apprentice: "Prepare the drugs to stop bleeding and detoxify. Once the arrow is pulled out, the situation will be more critical." The apprentice nodded nervously, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he held the medicine bottle tightly in his hand. The medicine bottle was also covered with sweat, as if it would fall off at any time. His eyes were full of fear, and he dared not slack off.

The doctor took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. He began to treat the wound carefully. When the scalpel touched the arrow shaft, Chen Jia's body trembled slightly, and the tremor seemed to touch Chen Jue's heartstrings. She let out a faint moan, and the sound pierced into Chen Jue's heart like a sharp arrow, making his heart tighten suddenly, as if it was grabbed by an invisible hand. His hands clenched unconsciously, and his knuckles turned white because of the force, like bones that had lost their blood color. Every finger was painful because of the force, but he was unaware of it. There was only his sister's pain in his heart. "Sister..." Chen Jue called softly, with unconcealable pain in his voice. The voice seemed to be squeezed out with difficulty from the depths of a broken soul, with endless sadness and despair.

As the arrow was pulled out bit by bit, black blood gushed out like a fountain, with a pungent smell, splashing on the surrounding sheets and the ground. The doctors and apprentices acted quickly, pressing the wound with gauze, but the blood continued to seep out, dyeing the white gauze red, and the red was like the flag of the god of death, announcing the disappearance of life. Every drop of blood seemed to cut a hole in Chen Jue's heart, making his pain even deeper.

"The hemostatic medicine is useless. The poison is accelerating the blood flow." The doctor's forehead was covered with cold sweat, which slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground. He frantically searched for other medicines in the medicine box, picking up and putting down each bottle of medicine, his eyes full of anxiety. His lips trembled slightly, and he muttered to himself: "How could this happen? How could this happen..." The expression on his face became more and more anxious, a kind of despair of being powerless in the face of death. Every expression made Chen Jue's heart sink into deeper darkness.

Chen Jue looked at this scene and felt that his world was collapsing. His mind was blank, as if all his thoughts were taken away. He only knew that he could not lose Chen Jia, who was the most important person in his life. "Doctor, what should we do? You must think of a way!" Chen Jue's voice was crying, and the crying sound was like a wounded beast wailing, hoarse and shrill. His tears burst out, flowed down his cheeks, gathered into drops at his chin, and dripped onto the ground, forming small puddles, just like his broken heart scattered all over the ground. He had never been so helpless before, his body swayed slightly, as if a gust of wind could blow him down, his eyes were full of confusion and fear.

The doctor gritted his teeth and said, "We can only try an ancient method of detoxification now, but it requires an extremely rare herb called purple star grass, and the inner gallbladder of a snow wolf as a medicine guide. These two things are extremely difficult to obtain, especially the purple star grass, which only grows on the cliffs of the Yunwu Mountains, which is full of dangers." His voice was a little hoarse, as if he was helplessly telling a cruel fact, and every word was like a knife, stabbing Chen Jue's heart fiercely.

A trace of determination flashed in Chen Jue's eyes: "I'll go! Doctor, you must keep her steady and wait for me to come back." After saying that, he turned around and was about to walk out. His steps were filled with a desperate impulse, and every step was full of firmness. That was his last protection for his sister.

At this time, the prince rushed to the clinic. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Chen Jue's distraught look, his heart ached, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes. "Chen Jue, I heard about it, don't be impulsive. This is too dangerous, let's find a solution together." The prince's voice was steady and powerful, trying to calm Chen Jue, but his heart was also full of worries.

Chen Jue looked at the prince with red eyes, which were full of bloodshot, traces of pain and anxiety. "Your Highness, I don't have time. My sister can't wait. Every moment of delay brings her closer to death." His voice was filled with tears, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth with endless pain and anxiety. His body was shaking slightly with excitement, and his hands clenched and unclenched unconsciously, as if he was struggling to make a decision.

The prince held Chen Jue's shoulders and said, "I know you are anxious, but if you go blindly like this, you may not only fail to find the herbs, but also get yourself into trouble. Calm down first. We can send someone here to guard Miss Chen Jia, and at the same time send someone to inquire about the news of the herbs, and then make arrangements." The prince's eyes were full of worry. He held Chen Jue's shoulders tightly, trying to calm him down, his eyes full of sincerity.

Chen Jue's body was trembling slightly. He knew that what the prince said made sense, but he couldn't calm down when he thought of Chen Jia, who was dying on the hospital bed. "Your Highness, you don't know how important my sister is to me. If she dies, I..." Chen Jue couldn't continue. Tears blurred his eyes again. His lips trembled, and his throat seemed to be choked by something. He couldn't make a sound, but just shed tears silently. Those tears were like the endless sadness in his heart.

The prince patted his shoulder vigorously and said, "I understand. Miss Chen Jia is also my friend. We will definitely save her, but we can't panic now. Don't worry, I will send someone to take good care of her, and we will take action as soon as we have any news." The prince looked at Chen Jue firmly, trying to give him strength and make him believe that there was still hope.

Chen Jue calmed down a little, and wiped his tears, but his eyes were still full of pain and worry. He looked at the prince and nodded: "Your Highness, I'll leave it to you. I can't live without my sister, I must save her." His voice was a little hoarse, but with a hint of determination.

The prince immediately arranged for his most trusted guards to stand guard outside Chen Jia's ward, and told them to protect Chen Jia's safety and report any situation immediately. He then sent people to inquire about the news of the purple star grass and the snow wolf. Every arrangement was meticulous, as he knew that this was related to Chen Jia's life and death.

Chen Jue paced back and forth at the entrance of the clinic, each step filled with anxiety. His eyes looked towards the ward from time to time, filled with fear, like waves of the tide. He rubbed his hands constantly, as if to rub away the anxiety in his heart, his fingers were rubbed red. His brows were furrowed, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, his lips trembled from time to time, and he murmured to himself: "Sister, you must hold on..." Every word was like a call to Chen Jia, hoping that she could hear it and hold on.

"Your Highness, if I lose my sister, what's the point of living? I can't live without her." Chen Jue's voice was low and hoarse, as if it was a lament from the depths of his soul. His eyes stared into the distance with emptiness, as if he was recalling every bit of his time with Chen Jia. Every memory was like a knife, piercing his heart. Those happy times spent together have now become sharp blades to torture him, making him even more miserable.

The prince looked at him with worry in his eyes: "Chen Jue, you have to believe that we can find a way. Miss Chen Jia is so strong, she is also fighting against death. We can't give up." The prince's voice was full of encouragement, but his heart was also full of worries. He knew the situation was very critical, but now he could only give Chen Jue hope.

The person sent out to get the news came back soon, and the news he brought made Chen Jue's heart sink to the bottom again. The Yunwu Mountains not only had a complex terrain, but also had countless traps and ferocious beasts. The exact location of the purple star grass was still uncertain, and the snow wolf was rare and extremely ferocious. The news was like a cold wind, blowing out the only glimmer of hope in his heart, causing his body to stiffen slightly.

"No matter how difficult it is, I will go." Chen Jue clenched his fists, veins bulging from the force, his eyes were terrifyingly determined, burning with a desperate fire, which was his deep love for his sister and his determination to save her.

The prince looked at Chen Jue's determined eyes and knew that he could not dissuade him: "Then you must be careful. I'm waiting for your good news here. Miss Chen Jia still needs you." The prince's eyes were full of admiration and worry. He knew that Chen Jue would be in danger of death on this trip, but for Chen Jia, he was willing to take the risk.

Chen Jue looked at the prince gratefully, then turned around and walked resolutely towards the Yunwu Mountains. His figure looked lonely and resolute in the sun, and every step he took was filled with concern for his sister and the mission to save her. At this time, Chen Jia in the clinic was still struggling on the edge of life and death. That weak breath was Chen Jue's last hope and his motivation to do whatever it took. He knew that he could not fail, and his sister's life was in his hands.