Brother! This is the adoption certificate. I don't want your sister-in-law!

Su Xiao almost had a cardiac arrest when she came in.

Oh no, oh no, this is terrible!

Su Wan Ning lay on the bed, her face flushed red.

His lips were dry, cracked, and pale; his forehead was covered in cold sweat; and he was mumbling something incoherently.

I couldn't tell if she was calling for her mother or her brother.

He rushed to the bedside, reached out and touched her forehead, only to find it so hot that he recoiled.

The fever reducer didn't work at all; my fever got even higher than before.

Oh no, sis, don't die!

Urgent!

Su Xiao was so anxious she almost cried.

"Wan Ning, wake up, wake up!"

He gently patted her face, and Su Wan Ning groggily opened her eyes. Her pupils remained unfocused for a while before slowly refocusing on his face.

Su Xiao's voice was already hoarse: "The fever is getting higher and higher. Come on, let's go get an injection."

As he spoke, he frantically rummaged through Su Wan Ning's wardrobe and pulled out the thickest down jacket.

I pulled her out of bed, put sleeves on her, zipped them up, wrapped the scarf around her three times, and put on her hat.

He asked her to try walking. Su Wan Ning shook her head, nodded, and then shook her head again, her whole body as limp as a cotton candy melted by the sun.

Oh no, I'm completely delirious from the fever.

Su Xiao quickly squatted down in front of her, turned her back to her, and patted her own shoulder.

"Get on, I'll carry you."

Su Wan Ning stared groggily at the broad back in front of her, without moving.

Su Xiao was burning with anxiety and shouted, "Hurry up!"

She seemed to be brought back to her senses by the roar, and slowly climbed onto his back, her arms draped softly over his shoulders.

Su Xiao bounced her up a bit, supported her knees with both hands, pushed open the door, and ran downstairs.

The cold wind outside was like a knife. Su Xiao was only wearing a sweatshirt and didn't bother to bring a coat when she went out.

But the person wrapped up like a dumpling on his back didn't feel the cold at all.

Her face was pressed against Su Xiao's back, and through his hoodie she could feel the rise and fall of his muscles as he ran, and hear his rapid breathing and pounding heartbeat.

He ran very fast, but each step was steady, and her body swayed gently with his steps, like a child lying in a cradle.

The cold wind was blocked by his broad back, and she was tucked into her down jacket like a newly hatched chick nestled under warm wings, content to simply cling to her brother's back.

"Hang in there, we'll be there soon."

As Su Xiao ran, she kept looking back at her, blaming herself repeatedly, "It's all my fault. I should have taken you to the hospital directly. Why did I give you fever reducer? I was out of my mind..."

It's too late to get to the hospital now; we can only go to a nearby clinic.

The clinic wasn't far, and Su Xiao ran there in one breath. She put Su Wan Ning on a chair in the waiting area, then rushed to the registration window, her voice trembling with anxiety: "Doctor, is there a doctor? She has a high fever that won't go down, and the fever reducer isn't working."

The nurse quickly called the on-duty doctor over, and Su Xiao returned and squatted down in front of Su Wan Ning, watching her huddle in the chair, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her down jacket.

There were people all around, coughing and children crying mixed together, and everyone was very close together.

Su Wan Ning lowered her head, her shoulders trembling slightly.

She was afraid of crowded places, afraid of strangers bumping into her, and afraid of the constant coughing.

Fortunately, my brother returned soon, followed by a middle-aged female doctor in a white coat.

The doctor took her to the examination room, listened to her chest and back with a stethoscope, and looked at her throat and the fundus of her eyes. He then removed the stethoscope and looked at Su Xiao, who looked nervous.

"This is not a regular fever, it's the flu. There's an outbreak in Jingcheng right now. Get some injections to bring the fever down first. If it keeps recurring, you'll have to go to the city hospital."

Su Xiao nodded repeatedly after listening, her lips were so dry that they were peeling, and she would lick them with her tongue from time to time. Her voice was trembling as she spoke.

He was genuinely nervous and scared.

Su Wanning was led back to a chair in the waiting area by Su Xiao.

The doctor came over carrying a tray with an IV drip and syringes on it.

When Su Wan Ning saw the thin needle, her face turned pale, and her fingers unconsciously gripped Su Xiao's sleeve tightly.

"Brother, I'm scared."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Su Xiao sat down next to her, gently covered her eyes with her left hand from behind, and tightly wrapped her right hand around her right hand with her right hand.

A warm darkness enveloped her, and she could only hear her brother's breathing, followed by the sensation of a cool, sterile cotton ball wiping the back of her left hand.

The moment the needle pierced her vein, pain shot from the back of her hand throughout her body. She shuddered slightly, bit her lower lip, and unconsciously tightened her grip on Su Xiao's hand.

Su Xiao felt the pressure of her fingers, looked down and saw the blue vein on the back of her left hand being pierced by the needle, and her brows furrowed with heartache.

He would rather be the one getting the injection here than the little girl's sister.

The IV drip was on, hanging from an overhead metal frame, with clear liquid dripping down the plastic tube.

Su Xiao let out a long sigh of relief and slumped into the chair.

Su Wan Ning turned her head and looked at his face, which was red from the cold wind, and the thin hoodie he was wearing. She gently bit her lip and whispered, "Brother, I'm sorry for causing you trouble. I should have listened to you and gone to the hospital sooner."

Su Xiao turned her face and reached out to pinch her cheek.

"What are you saying? What did you do wrong? Your mistake is your brother's mistake. It's my fault for not taking good care of you."

He paused for a moment, then said, "From now on, tell me immediately if you feel unwell. Don't try to bear it all by yourself anymore."

Su Wan Ning felt the warmth of his fingers resting on her face, the warmth seeping from her cheeks into her heart.

She didn't nod or say "hmm," she just looked at him quietly.

The hard ice in my heart seemed to melt completely in a certain moment.

Su Wan Ning didn't know why her brother had been pinching her cheeks so much lately, but it seemed quite nice.

Su Xiao then stood up and said she would get her a cup of hot water, and happily ran over to the water dispenser.

The process of getting an IV drip is always long and boring. The TV in the clinic is showing the midday news, a child is crying next to me, and an older woman is on the phone.

But with my older brother around, it didn't seem so boring.

When the IV drip was almost finished, he took the initiative to call the doctor to change the dressing. Su Wan Ning didn't have to speak to strangers; he did everything for her.

After returning with a new IV drip, he sat down next to her again, nagging her to always keep warm in the future, to wear long underwear and a down jacket when the temperature drops, saying that it's okay to be a little hot, but it's a big deal if she gets cold.

He spoke very quickly, his brows slightly furrowed, counting on his fingers one by one.

Su Wanning leaned back in her chair and listened, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curving upwards.

These words were similar to what her parents used to say, but hearing them from his mouth made her very happy.

After Su Xiao finished muttering to herself, she ran out again. When she came back, she was carrying a bag of snacks, including preserved plums, soda crackers, and a comic book called "A Shuai" that she had found at a convenience store.

He unwrapped the preserved plum and placed it beside her, opened his comic book, cleared his throat, and began to tell her, with great emotion, what stupid things A-Shuai had done at school that day.

Su Wan Ning, with a preserved plum in her mouth, felt the sweet and sour juice melt on her tongue as she leaned back in her chair and watched the person next to her gesturing wildly and imitating A-Shuai's screams in a low voice.

The comic book wasn't actually that funny, but when he told it, it was hilarious; when he laughed, she wanted to laugh too.

She slumped in the chair, watching the nurse come and change the last IV drip, watching the leaves outside the clinic window rustle down in the wind.

Meanwhile, the person next to her was still flipping through the pages, looking for the next joke to tell her.

My brother is so good...