share time: 2026-01-07 00:36:25
I’ve been haunted by death since childhood—car crashes, allergies, sudden severe illnesses, every time I barely survived. Until my brother, who’d been missing for five years, came back—he’d become the youngest genius in medicine, able to restart a stopped heart and relieve pain for terminal patients. But he told the media: “My skills are only for saving my sister.” Last time I fell into a coma from severe pneumonia, he sat by my bed in a white coat, his fingers brushing my feverish forehead, and whispered softly, “Sister, don’t be afraid.” The next second, he used his self-created integrated Chinese and Western medicine therapy to pull me back from death’s door. But recently, when I looked through his medical records, I found a ten-year-old diagnosis—it was my critical sepsis record, with his childish handwriting on the back: “I’ll learn the best medical skills so I’ll never let my sister hurt again.” Turns out his “only for me” was a promise he’d hidden for a whole decade…
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