The Legend of the Wh

The monitor's curve turned into a straight line, emitting an alarm. The once rebellious younger sister rushed to the sickbed, no one could pull her away. Relatives supported the frail elderly couple, unable to stand steady. Doctors and nurses approached, the younger sister cried out desperately, trying to stop them from removing the intravenous tube and the monitor. The nurse sighed, reached out and removed the oxygen mask, pulling up the white bed sheet...,Countless battles with natural enemies made the white snake more cold-blooded and ferocious. Even though she was covered in wounds and blood, she still fought frantically, seizing every opportunity to pierce through her opponent's skin with her two sharp fangs and inject venom.,The white snake, with her poor eyesight and hearing, had just missed an incredible sight. Other animals saw it clearly: thick, ink-colored clouds swirled relentlessly, lightning striking the peak of a mountain with all its might. A tiger with black and yellow stripes, a white blaze on its forehead, stood atop the mountain, roaring amidst the thunder and lightning. Its roar was filled with anger and unwillingness to submit. No matter how badly wounded, it remained proudly defiant, refusing to bow its head. A thunderbolt as thick as a water bucket struck down, leaving its wound blackened and bleeding profusely. It fell to the ground, unable to rise again, until finally, there was no sound left.。