Chapter 1

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."