Chapter 4

There were screams, hurried footsteps, and the pungent smell of medicine.

I was soon surrounded by a swarm of white figures.

My wound was roughly stitched up, and I received countless injections that were barely keeping me alive.

Bits and pieces of conversation drifted into my ears.

“Miss Smith is really unlucky. I heard that they got into a car accident when she was on the way home with her step brother, and his old illness flared up on the spot.”

“Don’t bring it up. The doctor said they needed a bone marrow transplant to save his life. Miss Smith and the other brother are the only matches in the whole hospital.”

“She passed out three times during the procedure but still refused to switch to the other brother. She said he’s weak and afraid of pain. He wouldn’t be able to take it.”

“But Mr. Julian Smith’s condition seems to be getting worse…”

The door opened again.

Someone stumbled to my bedside and covered my eyes.

Yelena’s voice was hoarse with exhaustion.

“Felix, don’t be scared. It’ll be over soon.

“Julian’s my brother too. I can’t just stand by and watch him—”

Before she finished speaking, a sharp, searing pain exploded from the bones in my lower back.

I trembled violently, and my lips quickly turned pale before shifting to a horrible purplish-blue.

I had barely managed to focus my vision before it began to blur and fade.

Right then, I knew that Yelena had made her choice again.

Seeing my face rapidly turning pale, the doctor drawing my blood hesitated.

“Miss Smith, you’re a doctor too. We can’t take any more blood. His body has reached its limit. Something terrible will happen!”

Yelena fell silent, and it was evident she was struggling.

At this time, a nurse stumbled in, and her voice choked with tears. “It’s bad! Mr. Julian Smith’s heart rate is dropping! He’s fading fast!

“The blood we ordered is still on the way. It’ll take at least another twenty minutes!”

Before the nurse’s voice even faded, all hesitation on Yelena’s face vanished.

She gritted her teeth and said with absolute firmness, “Keep drawing!”

Then, she glanced at me with a complicated gaze.

“Felix, once we get home, I’ll make sure to nourish you back to health!”

The doctor tried to say something else, but she cut him off sharply.

“I said, keep drawing!

“I know Felix’s body well enough. He’s just acting. These are just cheap tricks to get my attention.

“Do your job. Prioritize Julian!”

As she spoke, she rushed out toward Julian’s ward.

…

After everything was over, the doctors were hastily called away.

All the machines, manpower, and concern converged at Julian’s bedside.

No one even noticed that I had already died.

It was only when Julian’s condition stabilized that Yelena finally let out a breath of relief.

She lowered her head and looked at the bloodstains on her sleeves.

She remembered that Julian was afraid of the sight of blood.

So, she gently entered Julian’s ward only after she washed her hands carefully and changed into a clean jacket.

She fed him, soothed him to sleep, and tucked the blanket around him.

Outside the window, the sky had somehow turned completely dark.

Something seemed to occur to her, and she suddenly got up.

She hurried to the hospital cafeteria, grabbed a few random items of food, and carried them all the way to my ward.

“Felix, look what I brought you.

“They’re all your favorite food. Get up and eat. They won’t taste good once they get cold.”

No one answered.

She froze before she stepped closer and placed the takeout box on the nightstand.

“Felix?”

She still did not receive a response.

Her patience finally ran out, and she frowned.

“Felix Smith, I just took a little bone marrow from you, didn’t I? Now, you’re throwing a tantrum?

“Stop the act. Get up!”

She reached out and grabbed my wrist, but my pulse had long since stopped. She was trying to pull me up from the bed.

The next moment, she froze again.

Her eyes widened in shock, and her face turned deathly pale in an instant.