My younger brothers are so fierce!!! I'm clearly the eldest brother!

"We're a family with several children, lend a hand!"

Upon hearing this voice, Jiang Guanqing suddenly straightened up, his injured knee almost causing him to fall to the ground.

Jiang Ning was the first to be carried out, followed by Jiang Huai, Jiang Ting, and Jiang Zhuo.

The last brother to come out was Jiang Yan, the little brother who always had a serious face and pretended to be mature. At this moment, he was lying quietly on the stretcher.

Jiang Guanqing stood to the side, trembling, staring intently at the doctor examining her brothers. "Doctor, how are my brothers?"

The doctor removed his stethoscope and looked at the blood-covered boy in front of him, his eyes filled with heartache. "Don't worry, the initial examination shows your brothers are fine and won't be in any danger. But you, your injuries will get infected if you don't treat them..."

A drop of cold water fell on Jiang Guanqing's face. He raised his hand to wipe it, but ended up wiping his face with blood instead.

As if things weren't going to go wrong, this rain came down suddenly and heavily.

Jiang Guanqing declined the doctor's offer of help and, after learning that her younger brothers were alright, returned to the ruins to see her parents.

The private rescue team worked with the rescue personnel to rescue Jiang Jizhong and Meng Linghuan.

The moment Jiang Guanqing saw her parents, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

On the stretcher, the father, who had always been tall and imposing, had a terrible indentation on his chest, with dark red liquid constantly oozing from the corner of his mouth. The mother, who loved beauty, had a deep wound on her forehead that exposed bone, with blood soaking half of her cheek.

"Make way! Make way!" Rescue workers rushed the stretcher toward the ambulance.

Jiang Guanqing struggled to run forward, but his legs gave way and he was about to fall when a rescuer quickly caught him and helped him into the vehicle.

Inside the ambulance, Jiang Guanqing held Meng Linghuan's hand tightly. Meng Linghuan's hand was very cold, like a block of ice, and no matter how Jiang Guanqing tried to warm it, he couldn't.

"Mommy, wake up, it's me, your baby..."

Meng Linghuan's eyelids twitched slightly, but she didn't open them. Her breathing was weak, and the curve on the monitor was intermittent.

The accompanying doctor performed first aid on Jiang Jizhong and Meng Linghuan. Jiang Guanqing shrank into a corner, his back pressed against the cold car wall, his eyes fixed on his parents.

Jiang Guanqing pressed his hand tightly against the wound, swallowing all his sobs. He couldn't cry; his parents and brothers needed him.

The ticking of the instruments, along with the pattering rain, cut into the nerves of Jiang Yan and the others like dull knives.

"I'm sorry, big brother, I'm sorry... I was wrong..." Jiang Ting cried so hard that his whole body convulsed. His parents had passed away, and his big brother had never shed a single tear. He had once thought that his big brother was a cold-hearted and heartless person.

Sitting on the steel plate, Jiang Ning felt as if her soul had been ripped away. She stared blankly at the faces of Jiang Jizhong and Meng Linghuan on the screen. She realized that her parents had suffered so many injuries to protect them. Her older brother was very attached to her parents. How painful it must have been for him to see them like this.

Bai Xin stared at the blood-soaked boy on the screen, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the armrest. If he could, he wanted to reach into the screen and give the boy a hug.

The scene shifts to a hospital.

Medical staff pushed the stretcher out, the wheels splashing water as they churned through the puddles, and Jiang Guanqing stumbled along behind.

The operating room door slammed shut in front of Jiang Guanqing, and the red light came on.

Jiang Guanqing stood in front of the door, his hair wet and plastered to his forehead, his clothes and pants torn in several places, and his body covered in blood.

A passing nurse came over to help treat his wound, but Jiang Guanqing shook his head and refused. When a kind person offered him hot water and bread, Jiang Guanqing also shook his head and refused.

He stood there stubbornly, waiting for a very long time, until his hair and clothes dried, until his wounds became inflamed and hot.

The operating room door finally opened, and the surgeon came out, looking at the boy with a heavy heart. "We did our best... Go in and say goodbye."

"……good."

Jiang Guanqing stepped inside, and upon meeting Jiang Jizhong's gaze, tears streamed down her face.

The curve on the monitor flattened out and emitted a piercing long beep.

Jiang Guanqing stared blankly at the scene, then slowly stood up, covered her parents with the blankets, turned around, and walked step by step toward the door of the ward.

The incandescent lights in the corridor were blindingly bright. Nurses and doctors waited not far away, watching him with a hint of something in their eyes.

Jiang Guanqing opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound. He bowed in their direction and mechanically walked towards the ward where his brothers were.

Jiang Yan and the others were still unconscious, so Jiang Guanqing left the hospital. He bought himself a set of clothes at a shop on the street, returned to the hospital, cleaned himself up, and went straight to the emergency surgery department.

"Hello, I'd like to have my wound treated." Jiang Guanqing's voice was very calm.

The doctor frowned upon seeing the wounds on Jiang Guanqing's palms and arms. "Besides your hands, where else are you injured?"

Jiang Guanqing pursed his lips and rolled up his trouser legs.

Jiang Guanqing has fair skin, but her knees are bruised and swollen, indicating they may have been wet. The edges of the wounds are white, and there are several scratches and purplish-blue marks on her calves.

After examining the wound, the doctor gasped, "How did you get yourself into this state? The wound is infected."

Jiang Guanqing remained silent.

The doctor reached out and felt Jiang Guanqing's forehead, both anxious and angry. "Why did you wait until now to treat your wound? Do you know you have a fever?"

"You child, your wound infection has caused a high fever. If left untreated, it can lead to sepsis. Quickly, clean the wound first, and then you'll need an IV drip."

Jiang Guanqing sat on the treatment bed, letting the doctor rinse the wound with hydrogen peroxide. The white foam mixed with the blood turned into a light pink color.

Jiang Guanqing bit her lower lip tightly, remaining silent, her gaze fixed blankly on the wall clock.

The doctor looked up at Jiang Guanqing, his eyes filled with heartache. "If it hurts, just cry out. There's nothing shameful about it."

Jiang Guanqing shook his head; his whole body ached, and his heart ached too.

The wound was cleaned, medicine was applied, the knee was wrapped in thick gauze, and all ten fingers were bandaged one by one.

"Body temperature 39.8℃, start with IV fluids to bring the fever down."

The doctor's tone softened, "Where are your parents?"

Jiang Guanqing lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a small shadow on his pale face. "That's all."

The doctor was stunned, unsure how to comfort the boy in front of him.