I have a rare RH-negative blood type. After becoming an adult, I used my blood to save 99 families. But this time when the hospital sent me a distress message, I refused. Just because when I was six years old, my mother committed suicide because my father had an affair. A medium told me that for my mother's soul to find peace, a blood relative must complete 100 good deeds. So after becoming an adult, I joined the blood donation volunteers, all for my mother. Over these twenty years, I've saved young mothers hemorrhaging from difficult births, saved construction workers with steel rods piercing their chests, and saved little girls with relapsed leukemia... No matter how late the hospital called, I would always rush there immediately. This time, the hospital called me again. The patient had a sudden massive brain hemorrhage. In this city, I was the only one who could provide RH-negative blood. I looked at the patient information the hospital sent to my phone. Even though we hadn't seen each other in years, I still recognized the familiar features in the photo. My chest felt suffocated and painful. I suddenly remembered the image of my mother dying with her eyes open. Taking a breath, I pressed reply to the message: "Find someone else. I'm not feeling well."
Less than half a minute after I sent the message, my phone rang. The caller ID showed it was the director of the blood department at City Central Hospital. I pressed the answer button and put it on speakerphone. "Miss Antoine, please, I'm begging you. The patient really can't wait!" The director's voice on the other end was extremely anxious. "That child is only six years old. The brain hemorrhage is very serious. Surgery must be performed within eight hours." "We've checked all the blood banks in the city. Only your RH-negative blood can save a life." I stared at my mother's photo on the table. My tone was calm, without any emotion. "Director, I told you, I'm not feeling well." "If you're not feeling well, we can send a private car to pick you up. We can give you a comprehensive examination first!" "Miss Antoine, this is a human life. You're the most caring volunteer in our state. You can't just watch someone die!" I laughed coldly. "Being a volunteer means I have the right to refuse at any time." "I don't owe you anything, and I certainly don't owe that child anything." After saying this, I hung up directly and pressed the power button. The room instantly became quiet. I looked at my mother's gentle face in the photo, my fingers clenched tightly into fists. Just one more good deed, and my mother could find peace. But this hundredth good deed, I would absolutely never do for my enemy's son. But I was thinking too simply. Less than ten minutes later, my backup work phone suddenly lit up. Only a few important clients and the community manager knew this phone number. I looked at the unknown number on the screen and pressed answer. "Is this Miss Antoine?" The male voice on the other end was extremely anxious and accusatory. "I'm a reporter from the state TV station. The entire internet is looking for you right now." "The six-year-old boy with brain hemorrhage at City Central Hospital—why won't you save him?" "Do you know your behavior is equivalent to murder?" I gripped my phone tightly, my eyes completely cold. "Murder?" "By your logic, that child's biological parents murdered someone twenty years ago. Why don't you investigate that?" I hung up directly and blocked the number. I opened my tablet next to me and clicked on the local news live stream. On the screen was the scene outside the emergency room at City Central Hospital. A well-dressed woman was kneeling on the floor outside the emergency room door, crying hysterically. "Please everyone, help me! Help me find that volunteer!" "As long as she's willing to donate blood to save my son, I'll kowtow to her!" I stared at that face on the screen. Even if she turned to ash, I would recognize her. Garcia. In the footage, a middle-aged man in a suit walked into frame. He bent down to help Garcia up, facing the reporter's camera with a face full of indignation. "I don't understand what this volunteer is thinking." "The hospital said she's donated blood for free ninety-nine times, so why won't she save my son?" "If it's about money, I can give her one million, ten million!" Gabriel spoke through gritted teeth to the camera. "A six-year-old child is lying inside waiting for his life to be saved. How can she be so selfish?" "I hope all the netizens can help me find this person." "I want to ask her to her face if her conscience has been eaten by dogs!" The comments in the live stream instantly exploded. "This volunteer is disgusting!" "The ninety-nine times must be fake data. When it comes to the real thing, she shrinks back!" "Doxx her! Force her to donate blood!" "Right, we can't let this cold-blooded animal get away with this!" I watched the screen full of vicious cursing, a cold smile appearing at the corner of my mouth. I'm selfish? I'm cold-blooded? For my mother's reincarnation, I saved ninety-nine complete strangers who had nothing to do with me. But this family alone absolutely doesn't deserve my blood.
Suddenly, violent pounding came from the door. I walked to the entrance and looked through the peephole. It was my fiancé, Jordan. He looked anxious, his suit jacket wrinkled from running. I opened the door, and he grabbed my shoulders, gripping so hard it hurt. "Antoine, what the hell are you doing?" "The whole internet is tracking down that RH-negative blood volunteer's IP." "Other people don't know, but I know that blood type and donation record is you!" He frowned tightly, his eyes full of confusion and anger. "You usually save even stray cats. Why are you refusing to save a child now?" I coldly pushed his hands away. He had no idea about my past family affairs. He only knew I was a good person who loved doing charitable deeds. "I won't save him. Jordan, mind your own business." His eyes widened in disbelief. "That's a human life!" "Didn't you always say you wanted to accumulate blessings for your deceased mother?" "If you refuse to save someone now, can your mother's spirit rest in peace?" Enraged, I slapped him across the face. "If I save him, then I won't be worthy of seeing my mother!" "Get out." Jordan covered his face, looking at me in shock. "Antoine, you've gone crazy." "You're going to drown in society's criticism!" He turned abruptly and left, slamming the door hard. The room fell silent again. Just then, my tablet emitted a series of notification sounds—a video call request from a social media app. The caller was the largest local media account. I knew they had used hacking methods to lock onto my backend account. I could have just turned it off. But I didn't. I wanted to see with my own eyes the desperate looks on those murderers' faces. I turned off the camera and accepted the audio-video call. The screen split in two. One half was completely black, the other half showed the scene outside the emergency room. The reporter immediately handed the phone to Gabriel. "Volunteer, can you hear us now?" The reporter's voice carried a hint of threat. "Millions of people across the internet are watching this live stream. Please give an explanation." Gabriel snatched the phone, his face almost pressed against the camera. "I'm Gabriel, chairman of Gabriel Corporation. Come to City Central Hospital right now." "Whatever conditions you have, I'll agree to all of them." "But if you dare make my son miss the eight-hour surgical window, I'll make sure you can't survive in this city!" Looking at this man who shared the same blood flowing through his veins as me, I laughed outright. "Mr. Gabriel, is this your attitude when asking for help?" Garcia suddenly pushed into the frame. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes swollen like walnuts. "Volunteer, please don't listen to him. He's just too anxious!" "I'm a mother. I'm kneeling before you!" "My child is only six years old. He's so well-behaved and obedient." "You can take my life if you want. Please save him!" I looked at her coldly. Twenty years ago, she also wore this pitiful appearance, begging my mother to let them be together. And Gabriel stood beside her, accusing my mother of being unreasonable. That night, my mother jumped from the eighteenth floor. Thinking of this, I spoke emotionlessly. "Karma always comes."
The live stream comments momentarily froze. Garcia's face instantly turned deathly pale. "What do you mean? Are you some kind of psycho taking revenge on society?" "My son has never hurt anyone. What did he do wrong!" Gabriel also completely exploded in rage. "You vicious woman!" "You're using my son's life to extort us, aren't you?" "I'm telling you, if you don't come today, I will dig you out and tear you to pieces!" I continued typing. "Your son's life is worthless in my eyes." "Save your money to buy him a coffin." I disconnected directly. The internet completely crashed. #Cold-blooded Volunteer Curses Sick Child# #Gabriel Corporation Heir in Critical Condition# #Citywide Search for RH-Negative Blood Volunteer# These topics instantly dominated all trending lists. The netizens' anger reached its peak. My work phone began to flood with text messages. All were death threats from unknown numbers. "Die a terrible death, bitch!" "I've already found your approximate address. You're dead!" "This kind of person doesn't deserve to live. The police should just forcibly extract her blood!" I sat in the dim room, quietly looking at my mother's face in the photo. "Mom, do you see?" "The people who killed you are about to experience the taste of losing a loved one too." At this moment, there were less than four hours left before that child would be brain dead. The director of City Central Hospital sent me another long text message. "Miss Antoine, the child's heart rate has already begun to drop." "Mr. Gabriel guarantees he absolutely won't hold you accountable for what you said in the live stream." "We've already arranged the best car and bodyguards to pick you up." "Even if it's for your own reputation, please come forward." I finished reading the message and casually deleted it. I stood up and walked to the closet. Since they wanted to see me so badly, and the entire city was seeking justice for them. Then I would personally make a trip to the hospital. I wanted to stand outside the emergency room and watch that child take his last breath with my own eyes. Pushing open the door to the emergency room floor at City Central Hospital, the corridor was already packed with people. Everywhere were internet celebrities holding up phones live streaming, and reporters from various media outlets. Seeing me appear, camera flashes instantly lit up like a sea. Gabriel and Garcia immediately pushed through the crowd, desperately rushing toward me. So many years had passed, my features had long since matured. Plus I'd maintained a cold expression for years, my temperament had changed dramatically. Gabriel's eyes were completely red. He only looked at the volunteer badge on my chest, not carefully examining my face at all. In fact, if he had been slightly calmer and looked carefully. He could have completely recognized from my current features his once most-despised daughter. "Volunteer, you finally came!" Gabriel excitedly reached out to grab me. I stepped aside, looking at him with utter disgust. "Mr. Gabriel, speak plainly." Gabriel glanced at the dense cameras around us and lowered his voice. "It's too chaotic here. Let's go to the director's office to talk privately." I stood in place, coldly refusing. "Let's talk right here." "Didn't you want the whole internet to cyberbully me?" "Then let's livestream to the whole internet now and talk in front of everyone." Gabriel's face stiffened, a flash of displeasure in his eyes. But for the sake of his son in the emergency room, he could only forcibly swallow his anger. He waved at his assistant, and cameras from all the major media outlets instantly aimed at us. "Volunteer, whatever conditions you have, just name them." Gabriel suppressed his anger, putting on the airs of a superior boss. "As long as you go in and donate blood to save my son right now, you can name any condition." Just then, Garcia suddenly rushed out and fell to her knees in front of me with a thud. "Please, I'm begging you, save Nelson!" "Gabriel and I have been married for twenty years. We only had this one child!" "He's only six years old. He can't die!" I looked at her pretentious face, feeling nothing but disgust. Twenty years? The timing was perfect—exactly the year she forced my mother to death. I laughed coldly. "Married twenty years before having one son?" "Haven't you two considered that maybe you've done too many immoral things and received karma?"
As soon as I said this, the entire corridor gasped. Garcia jerked her head up, looking at me in shock. Gabriel completely lost his temper, pointing at my nose and cursing. "How can you be so vicious!" "My child is only six years old, and you're cursing a child!" The nearby reporters also raised their microphones toward me, and the live stream comments scrolled even more frantically. "This woman is crazy!" "If she doesn't want to save him, just say so. Why curse people to have no descendants?" "No manners at all. How is this kind of person qualified to be a volunteer!" Just then, the emergency room door opened, and the lead surgeon rushed out in a hurry. "Mr. Gabriel, the patient's blood pressure is dropping fast!" "If the volunteer doesn't donate blood soon, it'll be completely hopeless!" Gabriel was so anxious his head was covered in sweat. He could no longer maintain his image. He gritted his teeth, staring at me intently. "How much money do you want exactly?" "Ten million? Fifty million? Or a hundred million!" "Just nod, and the money will be transferred to your account immediately!" I looked at the indignant reporters outside, then at the live stream frantically cursing me for being shameless about money. I couldn't help but laugh out loud. The whole internet was curious about what I wanted. "Gabriel, if I wanted money, those 99 families I saved would have made me the richest person already." Gabriel froze. The comments across the internet also instantly stopped. Everyone looked at me, wanting to know what I really wanted. "Then what exactly do you want?" Gabriel's voice trembled. I put away my smile, my eyes completely cold. I turned around and pointed at the window at the end of the corridor. "For me to save him, sure." "But I only have one condition." I stared at the two of them intently. "You two, right now, hold hands and jump together from this eighteenth floor." "Trade both your lives for your son's life." "Are you willing?" The entire venue fell completely silent. After a brief silence, the whole place exploded. Reporters frantically pressed their shutters, and violent cursing erupted from the crowd. "You're an absolute lunatic!" "This is intentional murder. Call the police and arrest her!" Gabriel was shaking with rage, his pointing finger trembling. "What kind of psycho are you!" "Do we have a grudge against you?" "What deep hatred do you have that you must force our whole family to death!" Garcia had completely collapsed on the floor, pointing at me and screaming. "You have no heart! You're not even human!" I looked down at them condescendingly, a cruel smile appearing at the corner of my mouth. "Deep hatred?" "Yes, exactly that—deep hatred." "As long as you meet one person, you'll know exactly what grudge we have." Gabriel laughed in extreme anger, shouting loudly. "Fine!" "Bring that person here!" "I've done business honorably my whole life. I've absolutely never wronged anyone!" He patted his chest, brazenly making claims in front of the whole internet. Some people in the live stream comments also chimed in, saying Gabriel Corporation did charity every year. I looked at his hypocritical appearance and felt nothing but disgust. "What honorable business, never wronged anyone." I looked at him coldly. Then slowly placed my hand on the zipper of my black jacket. Under the gaze of all the cameras and millions of netizens. I yanked open the zipper of my jacket. The jacket fell open, revealing the white T-shirt inside with a huge photo printed on it. The woman in the photo was gentle and beautiful—it was my mother's appearance from twenty years ago, before her death. Gabriel's gaze fell on the photo, and all the color drained from his face.
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