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Chu Shaobai was still lying on the couch like when he left, not moving, his face was pale without any blood, his long and thick eyelashes were half-hanging, and the white clothes on his chest were all stained red with blood.

He was lifeless and lifeless.

Chu Shaoyang was startled, put down the medicine bowl, hurriedly touched his pulse, and found that it was still beating slightly, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as he is alive, this bowl of snow ginseng soup will heal his injuries.

"Shaobai, Shaobai, are you still awake? Can you hear me? I am the third brother, your third brother!"

Chu Shaoyang brought the best Jinchuang ointment in the house, and he carefully applied it to the wound for Chu Shaobai, the wound was extremely deep, which shocked him, and when he thought that such a deep and fatal wound was actually stabbed by his own hands, his remorseful nose was sore, and he almost burst into tears.

If others dared to hurt Chu Shaobai like this, he would definitely be the first to spare the other party, but now the person who caused such a terrible wound on his own brother was himself!

While he drugged Chu Shaobai, tears flowed down his eyes.

"Shaobai, you are not allowed to die! You can't die no matter what! I have only one brother in this world, if even you leave me......" His voice choked.

Chu Shaobai opened his eyes slightly, he saw the tears in Chu Shaoyang's eyes, he shook, and wanted to raise his hand to wipe his tears, but his arm hung down weakly with only a slight lift.

Although the sword was not fatal, it injured the lobes of his lungs, causing him to lose too much blood and lose a little strength all over his body.

He said softly: "Third brother, I'm fine, I'm ...... I don't hurt, it's just a little injury, you don't need to be so sad, I ...... I've always been in good health, and I ...... if I got this little injury. You're going to die, and you look down on the little ...... too much Little brother...... cough cough cough ......"

He wanted to pretend to be a joke lightly, but he didn't take a breath, and he coughed violently, and strings of blood foam came out of his mouth, which kept flowing down the corners of his mouth.

"Shaobai, you are not allowed to speak, and you are not allowed to say a word!" Chu Shaoyang hurriedly wiped the blood on his lips, but the more he wiped it.

"You won't die, you are my own brother, no one in this world can compare to you in my heart, I have boiled the remaining half of the snow ginseng into soup, as long as you drink it, your life will be saved, come, you sit up, I will feed you." ”

Chu Shaoyang held Chu Shaobai's shoulder, let him sit on the bed, and reached for the soup bowl.

"No, third brother, I don't drink it! This snow ginseng soup is a thing to save Ning'er's life, I ...... I can't spoil it!" Chu Shaobai's eyes widened in astonishment, he smelled the strong smell of ginseng in the soup bowl, so he closed his lips tightly.

"How can that woman's life be compared to you? Don't say that she won't be my woman even if she dies, even if she is really my woman, I will choose to save you rather than save her! Brothers are like siblings, wives are like clothes, I will never be light and heavy, come, Shaobai, you drink while it's hot. ”

Chu Shaoyang's face was expressionless, and he took the soup bowl to Chu Shaobai's lips.

Chu Shaobai shook his head vigorously, his lips were tightly closed, and his expression was extremely stubborn.

"Shaobai, don't you want to die? In this world, I have nothing left, only you, my own brother, so nothing is more important than you! I don't care about others, I just want you to live! You give me a drink now!"