Douyin accounts are unique, just like people’s ID numbers, and there is no possibility of impersonation.
Jiang Ning followed the prompts given by the system and searched for a Douyin account named "Father of Xiao Zhou who suffers from cancer". The account avatar was a selfie of a weathered man.
Jiang Ning moved his fingers slightly and clicked in.
There was a line of words on the account homepage: Please help us, thank you. Donation contact +vFH7864978 Looking down, she could see that the other party had published more than 50 works in total. Jiang Ning clicked on it casually and finally understood why the system identified someone as impersonating her.
The contents of the more than 50 works posted by the owner of this account are basically the same, which is a video of a girl lying in a ward with a ventilator.
The accompanying caption reads: "My daughter, if we had known your condition would worsen, we as your parents would have stopped you from rushing out to save people..."
"My daughter, please wake up quickly. Many people online are concerned about you and want to know your whereabouts..."
"My daughter, why did God have such a blindness that he let you have a terminal illness when you are still so young? I would rather have this disease on me..."
"My daughter, you have always been kind and helpful since you were little. You have done a lot of good things since you grew up. You saved people several times a while ago and left quietly. Now you are in trouble and your family is in such a difficult situation. Who will come to help us..."
"Last time you said you wanted to go to the sea while you were still feeling well, but then something like that happened again. If we had known, we shouldn't have wanted to save money on your chemotherapy so we didn't go with you. As soon as you left the house, you ran into the human traffickers..."
"The hospital is asking for payment again. Our family is already in debt of millions. Daughter, please wake up..."
Jiang Ning flipped through several pieces of work by Xiao Zhou's father. All of them were sad music with long texts, which easily won everyone's sympathy.
Jiang Ning discovered that at first, not many people commented on the work posted by Xiao Zhou’s father. Until these two days, the number of people in the comment area began to increase: [Rescued someone some time ago? Cancer worsened? Fearful chin.jpg!! Could it be the terminally ill lady! ] [Wow, that’s right, the first time the terminally ill lady appeared in the Tianxin District Square to save someone, she was wearing a hospital gown and looked very weak! ] [Also, the place where the terminally ill lady met the human traffickers was Fuhua District, and there is a sea in Fuhua District! It turns out that the terminally ill lady went to see the sea that time! ] [Oh my God! I didn’t expect that the terminally ill lady we thought about so much was living such a miserable life! No wonder there has been no news recently, woo woo woo, it turns out that her condition has worsened and she can’t respond] [I saw it on the forum and came here on purpose. I’m sad. Where is the donation channel? I want to donate! ] [It turns out that Jue Jue’s last name is Zhou, so pitiful] …
The video blogger avoided answering everyone's questions about whether he is a terminally ill lady and did not respond to everyone in the comment section.
Of course, some people raised their doubts in the comment area, thinking that he might be a liar, but more netizens chose to believe it and replied: It’s true, I added Xiao Zhou’s father’s WeChat, and he didn’t accept everyone’s transfers. Instead, he sent a formal donation link with the patient’s information and examination records stamped by the hospital.
Jiang Ning flipped through the comments section, but she didn't get the reminder from the system to release the task. A hint of surprise flashed across Jiang Ning's eyes: Did she guess wrong?
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