With only three days left before the tumor completely compressed my cranial nerves, my own brother gave the only miracle drug that could save my life to someone else. In front of the interview cameras, my brother spoke eloquently, tears of excitement welling in his eyes. "As a doctor, it is my honor to be able to help her." "Especially since my patient is a twenty-year-old supermarket cashier. It truly breaks my heart." The reporter couldn't help but ask, "But it's said that according to the waitlist, this miracle drug was originally supposed to be for your sister..." My brother cut her off sharply. "What do you mean 'supposed to be'? Chloe has lived a life of privilege since childhood; she’s never experienced the hardship of working as a supermarket cashier. What’s wrong with making her wait a little?" "Furthermore, as the family member of a medical professional, she has understood since she was young the principle of sacrificing for the greater good." In the intensive care unit, I stared expressionlessly at my brother's exclusive interview on the TV. I watched that cashier crying and thanking my brother, watched my brother acknowledge her as his god-sister, watched their deep bond... Suddenly, I felt that dying wouldn't be so bad. The doctor pushed the door open to remind me that before transferring to hospice care, I could make one last phone call to my family. After hesitating for a long time, I still dialed my brother's number. But before I could even speak, his impatient voice came through. "Chloe, I'm very busy. Don't call me unless it's an emergency." "As the family of a doctor, can't you be a little more understanding?" ... The call was ruthlessly disconnected. My attending physician stood next to me, unable to hide the pity in his eyes. I forced a bitter smile and took the paperwork from his hands. "Never mind. I'll handle the paperwork for the hospice transfer myself." The nurse's aide standing nearby couldn't help but turn her head away, her eyes red, muttering softly, "I've been taking care of patients for so many years, but this is the first time I've seen a family member actively hang up on someone about to enter hospice." I didn't say anything, just felt that letting me pass away quietly and alone would be fine. But this quiet didn't last long before it was shattered by a commotion in the hallway. Several production crew members carrying cameras, along with a group of reporters, unexpectedly barged into my hospital room. The harsh glare of the camera lights forced me to squeeze my eyes shut. "Ms. Davis, what are your thoughts on your brother giving the miracle drug to the cashier?" "Do you feel your brother is playing favorites and ignoring whether you live or die?" "There are rumors that you aren't actually that sick, and that you're intentionally putting on a sob story to compete for your brother's attention. Is this true?" A barrage of sharp questions hit me like a dense swarm of needles piercing my chest. Before I could speak, my doctor lost his temper and loudly questioned the reporters in front of him. "Not that sick? Open your eyes and take a good look at the tubes sticking out of her! Her brain tumor has almost completely compressed her cranial nerves. She currently relies on life support just to breathe and can't even turn over on her own. You call this 'not that sick'?" "Competing for attention? Competing for attention to the point of planning her own funeral?" The nurse's aide couldn't stand it either. She reached out to shield me from the intrusive lenses, cursing under her breath. I struggled to lift my head, shooting them a grateful look. A wave of sourness surged in my heart. These strangers, whom I've only known for two months, could empathize with my current situation, while my own brother blindly believed I was just being unreasonable. Brother, I didn't lie to you. I'm really going to die. To end this farce as quickly as possible, I leaned against the headboard and spoke calmly. "According to hospital policy, I was next in line for the miracle drug. If you don't believe me, go check it yourselves. I have nothing more to say." As my voice fell, a flurry of camera shutters clicked before me, the flashes blinding me. Under the high-definition lenses, the reporters scrutinized every micro-expression, trying to find even a hint of anger on my face. But I was incredibly calm; my expression didn't ripple in the slightest. Some reporters were getting impatient and were about to speak again when my brother's voice came from outside the room. "Chloe, what nonsense are you spouting to the media again? Why are you so unreasonable?" Before I could understand what was going on, my brother shoved his phone directly in my face. The internet was tearing him apart. [Leaving his own sister to die to save a cashier? Is her brother trying to be some kind of saint?!] [Look, even the attending physician and the nurse's aide couldn't stand it! Her own brother is worse than strangers!] It turned out that the doctor and the nurse's aide's defense of me had been broadcasted live, sparking a public outcry online. That cashier, Mia Smith, even fell to her knees before me, crying and slapping herself. "Ms. Davis, please don't slander your brother online. It's all my fault! I don't have money; I shouldn't have used this drug. I deserve to die! Hit me, curse at me..." Facing the cameras, Mia cried her eyes out. In just a few words, she twisted a medical incident that disregarded a patient's life into a class-warfare drama of the rich bullying the poor. The irony was, from beginning to end, I hadn't said a single word against her. My brother finally lost his patience. He pulled Mia up, shielded her behind him, and yelled at me self-righteously. "Chloe, you truly disappoint me. The next batch of the miracle drug arrives in thirty days. You can use it then. Is that acceptable to you?" Thirty days? But I wouldn't live to see thirty days. I looked up at him, suddenly feeling exhausted by talking to him. I didn't want to explain anymore, didn't want to argue, and didn't even want to care who was right or wrong. I let out a breath: "Forget it. There's no need." "Suit yourself! Who do you think you're showing that sour face to all day!" Throwing down those words, my brother didn't spare me another glance. Even as a doctor himself, he didn't take the initiative to ask about my condition. He just grabbed Mia and stormed off. "Mia just finished taking the miracle drug and still needs a series of rehabilitation treatments. I'm going to accompany her first." "You're the older sister; you need to be more understanding and yield to your younger sister. I'll come see you in a few days." The moment the hospital room door closed, my attending physician sighed heavily. "Ms. Davis, your brother is really too..." He didn't finish, but I knew he was feeling indignant on my behalf. After those reporters left, the nurses passing by with medication trays couldn't help but complain. "You haven't bothered anyone since you were admitted. Isn't that understanding enough? Why does he only have eyes for that god-sister..." The nurse's aide took the tray from the nurse, her words full of sympathy for me. "A colleague at the billing department just told me that Dr. Davis booked the best rehabilitation package for that cashier sister of his. The money spent on her rehab alone is countless times higher than the cost of his own sister's intensive care unit. He must have been kicked in the head by a donkey." "Sigh, our poor Chloe, to encounter something like this at the very end..." My eyelashes fluttered, and an indescribable sense of being moved welled up inside me. These strangers, who had only interacted with me for two months, could empathize with my suffering, while my own brother had shown nothing but coldness from the start. I sighed. Forget it. In the final days of my life, I lacked the energy to care anymore. That afternoon, after finishing the paperwork to transfer to the hospice ward, I forced my weak body, supported by the nurse's aide, to go to the hospital's billing window to pay. But when I swiped my card, the screen suddenly popped up a "Transaction Restricted" prompt. The next second, my brother called. "Chloe, are you wasting money again?" He roared, his voice carrying undisguised moral condemnation. "Do you know how many patients this money could help? Do you know how many delivery orders Mia has to run to earn what you spend in a day?" "To prevent you from wasting money, I've canceled your card! Chloe, you disappoint me too much!" When he finished venting, I finally spoke, my voice hoarse. "Arthur, I really need to change rooms. I'm about to..." "Enough. There are so many patients in the hospital, why do you have to be special?" "I don't care what your situation is. In short, as long as I'm here, I will not allow you to waste money!" After my brother hung up, I dialed back a few times, but it only rang busy. The nurse's aide heard everything clearly and was trembling with anger. "This is too much! This is really too much bullying!! You wait here; I'm going straight to Dr. Davis's office to confront him face-to-face!" "Forget it. Don't bother." I didn't need to change rooms anymore, and I didn't want this brother anymore either. My condition had deteriorated to the point where the general ward couldn't take me, but I couldn't check into the hospice ward either. As night slowly fell, I could only find a secluded corner in the hospital corridor and slowly lay out my bedding. Leaning against the cold wall, I instinctively curled my body up. I only had one day left until my death. On the last morning of my life, I was awakened by the freezing cold. Shivering, I had just struggled to stand up using the wall when a familiar voice echoed down the corridor. "Chloe!" It was my brother's voice. I looked up blankly, only to see his eyes were bloodshot. His face carried obvious exhaustion, a stark contrast to his previous cold demeanor. He walked quickly to me, reaching out to touch my arm, but I instinctively dodged him. My brother's hand froze in mid-air, the apology in his eyes deepening. "Chloe, I'm sorry. It was Arthur's fault." "I mobilized all my resources, contacted an overseas lab overnight, and expedited a dose of the miracle drug for you." "Chloe, come back with me for treatment, okay?" Actually, I hadn't failed to notice the reporters with cameras following behind him. I also hadn't failed to suspect that my brother was intentionally helping the production crew generate buzz. But when he said the words "miracle drug," I still noticeably hesitated. My brother grabbed my wrist, his eyes pleading. "This drug can really cure your brain tumor, Chloe." "I can't fail you. Trust me one more time, okay?" I quietly looked at his bloodshot eyes and, as if possessed, nodded. Who would eagerly seek death when there is a chance to live? In the end, I chose to trust him one more time. "That's great!" My brother clearly sighed in relief, pulling me towards the operating room. "The doctors are all ready. We'll go in right now." The cameras followed us, and the live stream comments were flying. [Dr. Davis finally found his conscience!] [As long as the siblings have reconciled. Hope Ms. Davis recovers soon!] Pulled by my brother, I stumbled toward the operating room. But when we reached the doors, I didn't see the medical team prepared to receive me. There were only a few medical staff gathered around discussing, looking anxious. "How's the situation? Mia's side effects are getting worse; we must administer the drug immediately!" "But that new drug hasn't undergone clinical trials yet; the risk is too high..." "Dr. Davis said to have someone stand in first. When his sister Chloe arrives, have her test the drug!" Mia? Test the drug? The blood in my entire body instantly froze. I violently shook off my brother's hand, looking at him in disbelief. "You lied to me?" My brother's expression changed slightly, but he quickly recovered his calm. He deliberately avoided the cameras, his tone carrying a hint of taking it for granted. "Chloe, Mia experienced side effects after taking the drug and urgently needs this new medication. Just consider it doing me a favor; endure it and it will pass." I was trembling with anger, my voice shaking. "Doing you a favor means using me as a guinea pig?" My brother frowned. "What guinea pig? Don't make it sound so awful." "Can't you have a little compassion and empathy? Mia is still so young; nothing can happen to her. You are my biological sister; you need to look at the bigger picture." Looking at his cold eyes and listening to his high-sounding words, I only felt it was ridiculous and pathetic. "And what if something happens to me?" My brother smiled instead, reaching out to pat my shoulder, smiling nonchalantly. "Don't worry. I'm a doctor; how could I watch you die?" As soon as he finished speaking, two medical staff stepped forward and grabbed my arms. "Let go of me!" "You can't do this! This is murder!" I struggled desperately, but the weakness of my body made my resistance seem exceptionally feeble. Under my brother's instruction, I was forcibly pushed into the operating room. The heavy doors closed, shutting out the light from outside, and shutting out the truth. Outside the door, the reporters' discussions could be clearly heard. "Isn't Chloe being too unreasonable? Her brother found the miracle drug for her, and she's throwing a tantrum?" "Exactly. If it were me, I'd be eternally grateful. She actually struggled and resisted. She's too ungrateful." "Dr. Davis has done everything humanly possible. Having a sister like this is a real headache." They knew nothing, yet based solely on my brother's one-sided story, they casually judged my right and wrong. I leaned against the cold operating table, gasping for breath, my heart already completely cold. Just then, the operating room door was pushed open a crack, and Mia stood trembling at the doorway. She was pale, and tears fell as soon as she saw me. "Sister, please, help me." She knelt down towards me, her voice choking with sobs. "I know this isn't fair to you, but I really don't want to die. Your brother is a good person; be a good person just this once and save me, okay?" Separated by the thick glass doors, the reporters couldn't hear Mia's words, but they focused their lenses on her frail figure. She cried so hard she couldn't catch her breath. This posture of a weak victim blurred the truth and directly locked the shackles of morality firmly onto me. The live stream comments had been completely led astray. [Is Chloe refusing treatment? This is so unreasonable!] [Mia is so pitiful. It's already hard enough for her, and now she has to accommodate the emotions of this spoiled princess.] [The contrast between the two sisters is too obvious. One is kind and fragile, the other is selfish and cold!] Looking at this absurd scene before me, I suddenly laughed, laughing so hard tears almost fell. My brother walked in wearing his white coat, completely ignoring my resistance. He took the syringe filled with the new drug from the nurse and walked towards me step by step. "Get away!" I desperately twisted my body, but the medical staff pinned me down, making it impossible to move. He didn't hesitate at all, personally inserting the needle into my vein and slowly pushing the plunger. Only when he saw me gradually quiet down did my brother let out a long sigh of relief. But he didn't stay in the operating room. Instead, he turned and walked out the door, speaking eloquently to the cameras. "As a medical professional, healing the wounded and rescuing the dying is my bounden duty. Whether it's my sister or Mia, I will do everything in my power to help them." His words were deeply moving, winning a chorus of praise. In the operating room, my body gradually became cold. Half an hour later, my brother was still talking animatedly to the cameras. Suddenly, his assistant ran out of the operating room in a panic, his face ghastly pale. "Dr. Davis... bad news! The patient died; there's no heart rate!"
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