In my previous life, my father, Robert, was in a terrible car accident, bleeding heavily. I begged my sister, Scarlett, to bring our adopted brother, Leo, to the hospital to donate blood and save him. Both Leo and Robert shared the rare Rh-negative blood type. But after Leo donated the blood, he jumped into the ocean, taking his own life. He left behind a suicide note, accusing our family of treating him like a blood bag. On my birthday, Scarlett pushed me off the hospital rooftop. “You’re a bastard! You manipulated Robert into that whole charade, causing Leo’s death. You deserve to die too!” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the accident. 1 A violent crash yanked me back to consciousness. I opened my eyes and saw Robert shielding me with his body, taking the brunt of the impact. My eyes welled up instantly; the scene was painfully familiar. In my previous life, Robert had protected me the same way, which led to his severe blood loss. “Robert, are you okay?” “Don’t worry, I’m fine.” But I clearly saw blood gushing from his abdomen. How could he be fine? I forced down my panic, pulled out my phone, and called 91
Then, gritting my teeth, I pressed hard on Robert’s wound with trembling but firm hands, trying to slow the bleeding. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught my reflection in the shattered car window—a face of grim determination, completely unlike the panicked, helpless mess I’d been in my last life. Back then, I’d been paralyzed with fear, only thinking to call Scarlett for help. Scarlett hadn’t believed me at first, dragging her feet for so long that Robert missed the critical window for rescue. He survived, but was paralyzed from the waist down, confined to a wheelchair for life. The ambulance arrived quickly, and I accompanied Robert to the hospital. The doctors rushed him into surgery. I stood guard outside, my eyes glued to the operating room doors. Before any doctor could speak, I quickly posted an urgent plea in a social media mutual aid group, asking for anyone with Rh-negative blood. I couldn’t rely on Scarlett and Leo again. But having more options meant more hope. I still called Scarlett. “Robert was in a car accident; he urgently needs Rh-negative blood. Please bring Leo…” “Still lying? Can’t you let him have one decent birthday without your malice?” Scarlett’s voice was icy. My heart sank. “No, it’s true, Robert, he…” “Shut up!” Scarlett’s voice turned shrill. “Robert isn’t seriously hurt, and the hospital has plenty of blood.” Her cold, confident tone came through the phone. “This time, I’ll protect Leo. I won’t let you bully him again!” Just then, a doctor walked out. He informed me the hospital’s Rh-negative blood supply was critically low. Scarlett heard it too. She scoffed dismissively, her laugh chilling even through the phone. “Oh, you even hired actors?” My heart pounded with anxiety. “Robert is bleeding out! It’s critical! Please bring Leo to the hospital now!” “Alex,” Leo’s voice, full of accusation, came through. “Do you really enjoy tormenting me so much? Can’t you let me have one decent birthday?” “Still using Robert as an excuse. You just have to cause drama on Leo’s birthday.” Scarlett’s tone was cold and unyielding, utterly convinced I was stirring up trouble. “Scarlett, I’m not lying.” My voice was tight, my eyes burning. “Enough!” Scarlett roared. “Do you think I’ll fall for your lies again? You’re always jealous of Leo, always making his life miserable. I won’t let you get away with it this time!” With that, she hung up. I was left clutching my phone, listening to the dial tone, fury and helplessness flooding my chest. 2 I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing down the turmoil. My back stiff, I leaned against the hospital’s cold wall. Just as I felt utterly hopeless, a message popped up in the mutual aid group. “Is this for City Hospital? I’m Rh-negative, and I’m nearby.” I quickly wiped my face and typed, “Yes! Please!” “Okay, I’m heading over.” But five minutes later, the person sent several voice messages. I played them, hearing a middle-aged man’s furious voice: “Are you kidding me? Sending fake messages to start drama with your adopted brother?” “Do you think everyone is just sitting around? You’re sick!” “…” The rest were relentless condemnations. I felt plunged into an ice bath. How could this be? It had to be Scarlett! She must have interfered! Then came a torrent of curses and mockery from others in the group. “Who pulls stunts like this in a hospital group?” “The nerve! Kick him out!” My body tensed, fists clenched until my knuckles cracked. Anger, despair, and helplessness threatened to consume me. I stared at my phone, watching the accusing messages, my nails digging into my palms. I quickly replied, “No, it’s not fake. The patient is bleeding heavily.” Then, I attached Robert’s hospital test results. “It’s City Hospital, you have to believe me!” “Please, I’m begging you, please come save my father!” The group fell silent. Then, some different voices emerged. “Is anyone near the hospital? Maybe check? What if it’s real?” “Yeah, those results look real.” The Rh-negative man also messaged, “I’m heading back. I hope you’re not tricking me again.” I finally exhaled in relief, thanking him profusely. While waiting for Mr. Clark, I scrolled through my contacts, searching for anyone who might help. Any sliver of hope, I wouldn’t give up. But after a round of calls, all I got was disappointment. Either they weren’t Rh-negative, or they were out of town. My only hope was Mr. Clark. Who would have thought hope would be crushed again? He sent another string of voice messages: “I seriously want to kill someone! Is it fun to trick me?” I quickly replied, “No! I’m right outside the OR! If you don’t believe me, ask the doctor. The accident was on Maple Street.” “You’re still lying! I just asked the doctor!” Mr. Clark’s voice grew more agitated. “The doctor told me the accident on Maple Street was minor. The patient only had superficial injuries!” “No! That doctor is lying to you!” As soon as I sent that, I was kicked out of the group. I tried to re-join, but the administrator rejected me. I tried again and again, all denied. I slammed my fist against the wall, a sharp pain shooting through my knuckles, but it was nothing compared to the agony in my heart. Just then, Dr. Hayes called. He was Scarlett’s friend. “Stop making a scene! I had the admin kick you out.” “Scarlett was right. You’re spoiled by Robert. Using such petty tactics out of jealousy.” “Your adopted brother is fragile. Just leave him alone; let him enjoy his birthday.” My throat tightened. I couldn’t utter a sound. 3 It wasn’t until Hayes hung up that I fully understood my path was blocked. But Scarlett wasn’t done. “Alex, you never learn, do you? Still trying to trick people in that group?” Scarlett’s voice was full of undisguised irritation. “If anything happens to Robert, I will make sure you and Leo pay.” My voice was hoarse with raw hatred. Scarlett paused, then chuckled. “You? Please. Once Leo’s birthday is over, I’ll take him back, and Robert will give you the scolding of your life.” “You’re so jealous you don’t belong here anymore. Pack your bags. I can’t trust Leo under the same roof as you.” I listened numbly. I couldn’t tell if the person on the phone was my sister or a demon wearing her skin. She used to care for me so much, adored her little brother. But all that shattered the moment Leo was adopted. Robert was always busy, flying all over the world. Scarlett took on looking after Leo and me. Every time Leo shed a tear, Scarlett immediately assumed I was bullying him. Such incidents happened constantly, and Scarlett grew increasingly distant from me. At first, I tried to defend myself, but that only led to harsher scolding and more doting on Leo. And now, Robert was in surgery, his life hanging by a thread, yet Scarlett was still focused on Leo’s birthday, even planning to kick me out. Hatred burned in my heart like wildfire. I hated Scarlett’s blindness, I hated Leo’s deceit, and I hated my own past weakness… The OR light remained on, every passing second a heavy blow. Just as I was spiraling into despair, an unfamiliar number called. I hesitated but answered. “Hello, are you looking for Rh-negative blood for your father? I’m a nurse at City Hospital; I just saw your message.” “Yes, yes, I am!” My voice was laced with urgency. “Easy, son. I checked the records and found a previous patient with Rh-negative blood. I’ll give you his contact; you can try.” Hearing this, I felt I’d grasped a lifeline. I quickly thanked the nurse and dialed the number. The person on the other end was silent for a moment, then said: “I can donate, but I’ll need compensation. Donating blood isn’t a small thing. I need one million dollars.” I agreed without hesitation. As long as Robert could be saved, I’d accept any condition. Ten minutes later, Mr. Clark arrived. I hurried him towards the doctors, but Dr. Hayes suddenly blocked our way. “What on earth are you doing now? Bringing your drama here?” Hayes frowned, thoroughly annoyed. Mr. Clark looked at me, confused. I told him to go to the blood donation center first. “The patient’s name is Robert Davies. Just tell the doctors you’re donating for him.” Mr. Clark nodded, still skeptical, and turned away. But Hayes tried to block him again. I wouldn’t let him stop me. I lunged forward, grabbing Hayes by the collar, glaring. “Hayes, I swear, if you try to stop him again…” He was just like Scarlett, always quick to believe one side. If he hadn’t interfered, Robert would have been saved already. I hated him. The raw hatred in my eyes made Hayes freeze. He actually forgot how to react. Until hospital security pulled me away. More people gathered, even Director Miller showed up. “What’s going on here?” “Director, he’s a friend’s brother. Just throwing a tantrum, causing a scene,” Hayes quickly explained. I tried to step forward, but security held me back. “Hayes, you’re an idiot! If I wanted trouble, why wouldn’t I just crash Leo’s birthday?” 4 Hayes flinched, then stubbornly continued: “Scarlett said Robert’s accident was just an excuse for you to call Leo for blood, to make him think we were using him as a blood bag. She said he has depression, and you wanted to push him to suicide.” I scoffed, my anger boiling over into a humorless laugh, and turned to Director Miller, my voice clear. “Did you all hear that? Your Dr. Hayes has repeatedly disregarded a patient’s safety, obstructing a life-saving effort! My father was in a critical accident and urgently needs Rh-negative blood, yet this man misled a donor and had me kicked out of the mutual aid group!” Hayes stubbornly insisted, “You’re a liar! I’ve seen you at your house countless times, and every single time you’re bullying Leo!” Director Miller was more rational. He quickly asked other staff. A nurse quietly explained, “Director, this young man’s father really was in a severe accident. He has Rh-negative blood and is in surgery now.” Hayes’s face went white. He mumbled, “No, no way… that can’t be right…” Director Miller didn’t listen to his excuses, leading his team towards the OR. Hayes followed, distraught. … The red light on the OR door was still on. I sat on the bench, finally able to slightly relax. Hayes was trembling, looking at me in disbelief. “How could this be… But Scarlett and Leo said…” I ignored him, my gaze fixed on the doors. Hayes angrily kicked a nearby trash can, then frantically dialed Scarlett. After a long wait, the call connected. “What is it?” Scarlett’s voice was nonchalant. “Scarlett, Robert is really hurt!” “Oh, so Alex bought you off too?” Hayes slammed his fist against the wall. “You’ve ruined me! How can you still be celebrating a birthday at a time like this?” “Alright, I’m done. I need to cut Leo’s cake now.” “You…” The call disconnected. Hayes turned to me, dejected, his eyes filled with shame and regret. “Alex, I’m so sorry. Your sister misled me. I’ll add you back to the group right now, and I’ll clear your name.” I stared at him, my eyes cold. “It’s useless. No matter what you do, I’ll see this through. Your career is finished, Hayes. You’re a disgrace.” Hayes stiffened, his face ashen. Hayes from my previous life was not innocent either. He was Leo’s friend and had helped him hurt me countless times. In my last life, Scarlett was able to drag me to that rooftop thanks to his help. Just before she pushed me, a security guard passed by. It was Hayes who distracted him. I would make them pay. Two hours later, the OR doors opened. “Good news, the surgery was a complete success!” I finally let out a long breath. Robert was moved to a room, and around 9 PM, he slowly regained consciousness. “Robert.” “Don’t cry, son. I’m just glad you’re safe.” Robert’s voice was weak, but his eyes were clear and warm. “Robert, Scarlett and them…” Robert lifted his hand, squeezing mine with a weak but firm grip. “Don’t worry, this time I’ll protect you. I’m so sorry, Alex. I failed you, letting you suffer for so many years.”
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