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

The atmosphere in the clinic was as tense as the sky before a storm, so depressing that it was hard to breathe. The doctor had already arranged all the treatment instruments in order, and was waiting for the moment that would decide life or death with a serious look in his eyes.

Chen Jue rushed into the clinic like a gust of wind and stuffed the bag containing purple star grass and snow wolf lining into the doctor's hands. His eyes were full of expectation and pleading, as if to say that if anything happened to his sister, his world would collapse as well.

The doctor took the herbs, took a deep breath, and quickly started treating Chen Jia. He first carefully cut open the blood-soaked clothing on Chen Jia's shoulders, and each movement was as gentle as it could be, as if he was dismantling a rare treasure.

The subtle sound of the scissors rubbing against the clothes was particularly clear in this quiet clinic. When the shocking wound was completely exposed to everyone, a chill filled the air.

The skin around the wound had turned black and swollen, and the black venom was spreading along the blood vessels like the tentacles of a demon. The hideous appearance was like the god of death announcing his territory. The surrounding skin had become fragile due to the long-term torture, and some places had even begun to fester, emitting a disgusting smell.

Chen Jue stood aside, staring at his sister without blinking, his hands unconsciously clenched tightly, his knuckles turned white from excessive force, like stones covered by frost and snow in winter. His heart seemed to be grabbed by an invisible big hand, and every beat was accompanied by a piercing pain.

His eyes moved back and forth between his sister's bloodless face and the horrific wounds, and the warm scenes of their past together kept flashing through his mind: "Sister, do you remember the time when we flew a kite in the garden in spring? You ran so fast and laughed so happily, like the most beautiful elf in the world."

He said silently in his heart, "And that summer night, we were enjoying the cool in the yard, you were fanning yourself, and telling me those ancient stories. What a wonderful time those were."

But now, his sister was lying on this cold bed, her life or death uncertain. This cruel reality was like a sharp blade, piercing his heart.

The doctor began to clean the wound. He picked up a piece of gauze dipped in medicine. The medicine exuded a pungent smell and was specially used to fight this kind of poison. When the gauze gently touched the wound, Chen Jia, who was in a coma, seemed to be greatly stimulated. Her body trembled violently, like a small boat in a storm, which could be swallowed at any time. She let out a faint moan, and the sound seemed to be pulled out from the depths of her soul by pain, hoarse and desolate.

Seeing this, Chen Jue's eyes turned red, and he whispered with trembling lips: "Sister, you have to hold on, the doctor is saving you."

He felt as if his heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and it hurt so much that he could hardly breathe. His body was trembling slightly, his lips were pursed so tightly that they almost bled, and his eyes were full of pain and self-blame.

He kept scolding himself in his heart, "It's all my fault. If I were stronger, my sister wouldn't be hurt."

As the cleaning progressed, Chen Jia's moans became louder and louder, and each one sounded like a desperate wail from the abyss of darkness. The sound echoed in the silent clinic, like a ghost crying at midnight, which was creepy and made Chen Jue feel heartbroken. He felt that his soul was trembling with his sister's pain, and his breathing became rapid and heavy, as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, making him breathless.

His forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which gathered together and slid down his dirty cheeks and dripped onto the ground, forming small water stains, but he was unaware of it. His eyes never left his sister, and they were full of fear and helplessness. He wanted to rush over and hug his sister to share the pain with her, but he knew that he could not act impulsively now and could only wait anxiously. This feeling of powerlessness almost swallowed him up and plunged him into an endless abyss of darkness.

The doctor put the purple star grass in a fine stone mortar and crushed it carefully with a pestle. Each crushing action was carried out with caution and hope. The purple star grass gradually turned into a paste in the stone mortar, emitting a faint fragrance, which was particularly abrupt in the clinic filled with the smell of blood and potions. Then, the doctor carefully extracted the juice from the snow wolf's bladder and mixed it with the crushed purple star grass to make an ointment with a strange smell. The color of this ointment was a little turbid, but it carried everyone's hope.

When the doctor applied the ointment on Chen Jia's wound, Chen Jia's body trembled violently as if struck by lightning, and she let out a shrill wail. The sound cut through the air and lingered in the clinic for a long time, as if it was going to tear apart this fragile space. This sound made everyone present change color, and Chen Jue's heart seemed to be torn apart by this sound. His face turned as pale as paper, and his eyes were full of fear and pain.

He took a step forward, then stopped, his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move. Tears welled up in his eyes, finally bursting out, flowing down his tear-stained cheeks.

His lips trembled and he said in a crying voice: "Sister, you must hold on, you can't leave me." He could only pray silently in his heart to God, blessing his sister to survive this disaster.

The treatment was still going on, and every minute seemed like a century to Chen Jue. He never took his eyes off his sister, and the pain and worry in his eyes were beyond words. He kept praying in his heart, praying to God to bless his sister to survive this disaster.

His body was shaking slightly due to prolonged tension and pain, as if a gust of wind could blow him down, but he still stood there firmly, like a lighthouse protecting his sister.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Jia's moans gradually became quieter, and her body trembling slowly stopped. The doctor gently wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief: "At present, it seems that the toxin has been controlled, but she is still very weak and needs to be taken care of."

Hearing this, Chen Jue's tense nerves finally relaxed a little. He seemed to wake up from a nightmare, slowly walked to Chen Jia's bed, squatted down, and gently held his sister's hand. The hand was still cold, like an ice cube in winter, but he could feel a faint warmth, which ignited a glimmer of hope in his heart.

He looked at his sister's pale face, his eyes full of tenderness and heartache: "Sister, you must get better soon. We still have a lot to say and a lot to do. We still want to see the spring flowers and listen to the summer rain together. You can't break your promise."

His voice was as gentle as the breeze blowing across the lake, fearing to disturb his sister's fragile peace. His fingers gently stroked the back of his sister's hand, feeling the weak pulse, which was the beating of life and the most precious comfort for him at this moment.

At this time, Wei Lang rushed to the Duke's Mansion. He ran all the way, his heart full of worry about Chen Jia. His clothes were a little messy from running, and his hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to his forehead. His eyes revealed endless anxiety, which was a kind of concern for the life of his beloved.

When he arrived outside the Duke's Mansion, he saw the servants in the mansion looking panicked, and an ominous premonition came over him. He didn't ask any more questions and ran straight towards the clinic. His steps were so fast that he left a series of hurried footsteps on the stone road, as if they were the rhythm of his frantic heartbeat.

However, at the entrance of the clinic, he was stopped by a guard. "Master Wei, they are treating the patient inside, you cannot go in," the guard said.

Wei Lang was extremely anxious, his eyes revealed endless worry and anxiety. He kept pacing at the door, each step carrying his inner anxiety. His eyes were fixed on the door of the clinic, as if he wanted to see through the door to see what was going on inside. He tried to look inside through the crack in the door, but could only see a blurry figure.

He rubbed his hands constantly, his fingers turned slightly red due to the force, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead. Those beads of sweat flowed down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground, forming small wet marks.

He kept repeating, "Jia'er, you must be okay, you must be okay. If anything happens to you, what should I do?"

There was fear in his eyes, as if he had seen the worst outcome, which was the despair of losing a loved one.

Time passed slowly in the tense atmosphere, and Wei Lang's anxiety outside the door became more and more obvious. He sometimes stopped and put his ear to the door, trying to catch the slightest movement inside; sometimes he walked back and forth, holding his head with his hands, talking to himself in pain.

"Why can't I be there for her? If only I could protect her."

His heart was filled with love and worry for Chen Jia, and this emotion overwhelmed him like a surging tide. Every breath he took was painful, and every heartbeat was accompanied by worry. He felt as if he was in a dark abyss, unable to extricate himself.

Finally, the doctor's voice came from inside, saying that Chen Jia's condition had stabilized and was out of danger. When Wei Lang heard the news, he was stunned at first, and then he leaned against the wall as if he had lost his support. Tears flashed in his eyes, which were the relief of surviving the disaster and the outburst of previously suppressed emotions. Tears slid down his cheeks like a flood that broke through the dam. He did not wipe them away, but just let them flow.

His lips trembled as he murmured to himself, "That's great, that's great... Jia'er, I'm so glad you're okay."

His body trembled slightly with excitement. He felt as if he had regained the most important thing in his life. The feeling of regaining what he had lost made him completely emotionally collapse.

Chen Jue stayed by Chen Jia's bed in the clinic. He watched his sister's face gradually regain its rosy color. Her face, which was originally as white as paper, now had a hint of blood, just like a flower in winter gradually blooming under the warm sun. His sister's breathing also became steady, and the faint breath was like a gentle spring breeze, brushing across his heart that was broken and pieced together again. The heavy stone in his heart finally fell to the ground, and an unprecedented sense of security surged in his heart.

He felt a kind of fatigue, which was the relaxation after a long period of mental tension. His body swayed slightly, but his eyes were still firmly looking at his sister. He gently tucked the quilt for his sister, and the action was gentle and full of love, as if he was protecting the most precious treasure in the world. He sat by the bed, quietly looking at his sister, his eyes full of relief.

He knew how difficult it was for his sister to recover from this serious illness. The hardships along the way were like a nightmare, but at this moment, the nightmare was finally over and the light of dawn was shining on them. He secretly vowed to protect her better in the future and never let her get hurt again. He gently held his sister's hand, feeling the warmth, as if he was holding the whole world.

The entire Duke's Mansion gradually relaxed from the previous tense atmosphere. The servants began to get busy, preparing nourishing soup and clean clothes for Chen Jia. Busy sounds came from the kitchen, and the medicine pots were gurgling on the fire, emitting a strong medicinal fragrance, which was the breath of life recovery. The sun shone through the window into the clinic, and the golden light was like a blessing from heaven, adding a touch of warmth to this hopeful scene.

Wei Lang silently wiped away his tears outside the door. He knew that his sister needed quiet cultivation now and he couldn't disturb her. But he decided that when his sister woke up, he must stay by her side and never leave. He silently thanked God in his heart for blessing Chen Jia to get through this difficult time. At the same time, he was looking forward to the moment when she woke up and looking forward to seeing her beautiful and energetic smile again.