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I leaned against the hospital wall, overwhelmed by a mixture of despair and anger.
Just as I was about to lose hope, a message appeared in our support group chat.
“Is it the city hospital? I have a rare blood type, and I’m nearby.”
I wiped my tears and quickly responded.
“Yes, yes.”
“All right, I’m heading over now.”
But five minutes later, I received several voice messages.
When I listened to them, I heard the furious voice of a middle–aged man.
“Are you kidding? Sending out false information just to compete with your sister?”
“Do you think people have time for this nonsense? It’s insane.”
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The rest of the messages were harsh criticisms aimed at me.
I felt like I had been plunged into a deep freeze.
How could this happen?
Why would he… It must be my brother! It has to be him!
Then came the scorn and ridicule from others in the group.
“What kind of person jokes in a hospital support group?”
“Kick her out immediately.”
My body trembled uncontrollably.
Anger, despair, and helplessness swirled within me, threatening to consume me.
I stared at the phone screen, watching the relentless flow of accusations.
My nails dug into my palms, yet I felt no pain.
Thurriedly replied.
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“No, the patient is truly experiencing massive hemorrhage.”
I also sent the hospital’s medical report.
“It’s the city hospital; please believe me.”
“I’m begging you, please come and save my mom.”
For a moment, the group fell silent.
Then different voices began to emerge.
“Is anyone near the hospital? Can someone check it out? What if it’s true?”
“Yeah, the medical report doesn’t look fake.”
The middle–aged man with the rare blood type messaged again.
“I’ll head over once more, hoping it’s not a trick.”
I finally breathed a sigh of relief and thanked them repeatedly.
While waiting for the middle–aged man, I kept searching my contacts for
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But after a series of calls, all I got were disappointing responses.
Either they didn’t have the rare blood type, or they were too far away.
I could only place my hopes on that middle–aged man.
Who would’ve thought, hope would shatter again.
He sent another barrage of voice messages.
“I swear, I really want to kill someone. Is it fun to deceive me this many times?”
I quickly replied, “No, I’m right at the emergency room door. If you don’t believe me, you can ask the doctor. It happened on Wall Street.”
“You’re still lying. I just asked the doctor.”
The man’s voice grew more agitated.
“The doctor told me the Wall Street accident was minor, just superficial injuries, no need for a transfusion.”
“No, that doctor is lying to you; he’s deceiving you.”
As soon as I sent that message, I was kicked out of the group.
I kept trying to rejoin, but the admin denied my requests.
I tried several times, all denied,
I couldn’t bear it anymore and collapsed, sobbing.
That’s when Dr. Blair called,
He’s a friend of my brother’s.
“Stop causing trouble. I already asked the admin to kick you out.”
“Your brother was right; you’ve been spoiled by your mom, resorting to such underhanded tactics just for jealousy.”
“Your adopted sister is pitiful; please stop targeting her and let her have a nice birthday”
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All my words caught in my throat, and I cried silently.
