One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love

"Brother… Brother…"

I called out before another wave of pain hit me. I instantly sobered up a little, realizing all at once that it was Saturday and it was school break. However, Dongyu had gone to school for lessons.

High school workload was heavy. As the top student of the focus class, Dongyu would attend classes in school every Saturday and weekend morning. He was only in his second year of high school, but he was already working hard for the college entrance examination.

Every year, the college entrance examination was a reshuffling of fate. If the college entrance examination went well, then perhaps it meant that their future would be smooth sailing.

At least for high school students at that time, the college entrance examination carried great weight, and it was a word that bore hope and pain.

There was no one at home.

I clutched my stomach and sat up on the bed. My body shifted slightly in the process and I immediately realized that there were strange marks on the bedsheets.

I struggled to lift the blanket and move my legs, only to discover that the bedsheets were covered in a faint red color. It was extremely glaring!

Blood…?!

Why was there blood?!

I was terrified and had no idea what was going on with my body. I was fine the night before. Why was I bleeding when I woke up?

I couldn't figure out where the blood came from!

Clutching my stomach, I rushed into the bathroom. When I took off my pants, I saw blood on my underwear!

I widened my eyes as if I'd been struck by lightning. Suddenly, blood cancer, leukemia… All kinds of terrifying ideas flooded my mind!

Could I have… contracted some kind of terminal illness?!

The thought of that possibility made me drop heavily onto the toilet seat. I felt my blood rush into my head and I became dizzy.

What should I do?

What should I do?!

I was anxious and restless. The thought that I might have contracted some terminal illness made me feel suffocated.

I thought further… what would happen to Dongyu if I died from a terminal illness?!

At noon, Dongyu returned home from school. I was still hiding in the bathroom, clutching my stomach and crying. When I heard his footsteps, I stood up helplessly and opened the door.

He was just about to look for me as I emerged from the washroom. He was shocked when he saw my bloodshot eyes and tear-stained face. His gaze became suspicious.

"What's wrong?"

"Brother—"

I clutched my stomach in pain and groaned a few times. Even though I couldn't see my own face, I was sure it was extremely pale and twisted because I noticed he was getting scared too.

"What's wrong?"

He approached me, only to see blood dripping from beneath me. His face was drained of all color!

"Hang in there, I'll send you to the hospital immediately!"

He picked me up in his arms and rushed downstairs. He didn't even have time to catch his breath. He ran to the side of the road and got into a taxi. He said to the driver, "Driver, hurry to the First People's Hospital!"

The driver was scared out of his wits by Dongyu's nervous expression. He thought I was about to die, so he stepped on the accelerator and sped towards the hospital. He even ran several red lights.

When we arrived at the hospital, Dongyu didn't even bother to register. Carrying me, he dashed into the emergency room and nervously said to the doctor, "Doctor! Please save my sister! She… she's lost a lot of blood… and she keeps screaming in pain…"

The doctor walked over anxiously. Seeing my pale face, he furrowed his eyebrows and saw that my pants were stained with blood. For a moment, his expression became complicated.

"How old is she?"