Zhang Wei and his family were finally able to leave this hellish place.
For so many years, they've endured every single day. In all these years, their father has passed away, and their house is gone too.
After they left, they couldn't find any good jobs, so they just wandered around the streets every day.
I've fought with other people over boxed lunches and stolen electric bikes.
Everything they do is unlucky; even drinking water can cause them to choke. They feel like they're being plagued by bad luck.
If they can fall while crossing the street, and then suddenly get out of their car and claim they're trying to stage an accident, there will definitely be police nearby who will catch them red-handed.
When he went to steal the electric bike, it broke down as soon as he stepped outside, and he ran into the police.
I tried to pick up trash, but the elderly folks beat me half to death, and they accused me of bullying them.
I went to sleep in the park and got beaten up by a homeless man.
Later, someone pulled the two of them into a car, saying they were being taken to work. When they woke up again, they were digging coal in a remote mountain village.
Everyone else was rescued, but they were buried.
I thought that was the end of my absurd life.
Unexpectedly, their souls were captured and used for hard labor.
This place is so bad that you'll never have to worry about your next life. Every day you'll be doing hard labor, getting struck by lightning, and being fried in oil.
They really wanted to know why!
Why do others get their punishments over but they don't?!
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Mo Yan arrived in a new dimension and was lying in a hospital bed next to an old man who was crying.
Mo Yan looked over, and the other person quickly wiped away their tears.
"Why are you crying? You'll be alright, don't be afraid, your big brother will always be with you."
Mo Yan's nose tingled a little; this old man was actually quite nice.
"Um."
The old man was overjoyed to hear his sister's voice, and he didn't know what to do with his hands. "Don't think you can die just because you're old. That's all nonsense. It's so good to be alive. We can go hiking together, watch the sun together, and take walks together."
Or we could go back to the countryside together, you know?
Just then, someone pushed open the door to the ward and came in. "Auntie, are you feeling any better today? I brought you lunch. There's braised pork, which you and Dad both like, but you can only have one piece each."
Mo Yan smiled. Why was this being treated like coaxing a child? "Okay."
Seeing that Mo Yan had started eating, the girl finally spoke up, "Auntie, don't listen to their nonsense. What do you mean by saying they can only live if you die? We all want you to be alright, so don't listen to them."
"Um."
After finishing her meal, Mo Yan told the old man to go back, "Big brother, you should go back. I'll be fine here on my own. It'll be alright."
The old man was still a little worried, but his sister insisted, so he had no choice but to go back first. However, he didn't forget to tell his sister, "No matter who comes, don't listen to them. Cover your ears and ignore them. You are my sister, and no one can take you away!"
"Okay, I got it."
After the old man passed away, Mo Yan finally realized what had happened; it was a story of moral blackmail.
The original owner had a chronic illness that wouldn't kill him but required medication. He had previously signed an organ donation agreement.
Later, someone needed bone marrow, and we were matched.
The problem is that the original owner is now ill, so it's naturally impossible for him to make donations.
This issue is so absurd that the person in question is the original owner's son's girlfriend.
He chose his girlfriend over his mother.
This is forcing the original owner to make a choice.
That ungrateful son used every trick in the book to force his mother to donate. The old man couldn't stand it anymore, so he brought his daughter here.
After the original owner donated the item, the person who donated it survived, but the original owner could no longer leave the hospital. The ungrateful son even thought the original owner was a bit of a burden.
This is outrageous!
They're not paying for the medical expenses anymore. You should know that before this, the original owner was supposed to give them money to buy a house.
When Mo Yan found out, she had a headache. What kind of ungrateful son was this?
Does your mother's life not matter?
Do we really have to donate?
Just then, Mo Yan's phone rang.
When I opened it, it was a call from my ungrateful son.
"Hello?"
"Mom, where are you? Why did you leave? Youyou finally found a match, I beg you, please give her a chance, give her a chance to live, okay?"
Mo Yan was furious. This ingrate knew exactly what kind of physical condition the original owner was in, and it was outrageous that he could still get the original owner to donate money under such circumstances.
"No, I don't want to either. If you want my bone marrow, wait until I die. Or you can get a match and donate it to her."
Neither his parents are a match, so what's the rush?!
Mo Yan immediately swore; she couldn't help but curse.
The other person's parents didn't even get matched, so why is he in such a hurry?
The match was successful, but the original owner wasn't even dead yet. Isn't it a bit much for them to come and ask for bone marrow? If the original owner were healthy, it would be fine, but the problem is that the original owner wasn't healthy.
Before they even knew that the person who was a match was the original owner of the body, the family started using various forms of moral blackmail against the doctor, trying to get the doctor to allow them to know the original owner's contact information and forcing them to find a way to get the original owner's consent.
To get the doctor to agree, they often resorted to stalking and threats. When the doctor firmly refused, they tried other methods and eventually found out that it was the original owner of the body.
At first, the original owner either wanted to donate or disagreed, but the ingrate started using all sorts of moral blackmail, saying that she should donate and that she would serve Mo Yan for the rest of her life.
Shouldn't you serve your mother?
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