My brother hated me for seven years. The last time, I quarreled with him, left in anger on a rainy night, accidentally fell into the river, and my memory was confused. It wasn't until he woke up in the hospital that he felt relieved, pointed at a terminally ill patient and said, "That's your brother." You understand clearly and don't bother me again. The man with a pale face came over and gently touched my head. Let's go, my brother will take you home. Later, to save my terminally ill brother, I called in famous doctors despite heavy snowfall and road closures, and stayed with him through countless nights. Even risking half his life. My brother stopped me in the ice and snow, his voice trembling and panicked, have you really forgotten me?
