Chapter 2

After hearing Peyton's words, the whole class erupted.

"Peyton, are you serious?"

"If we save Joanna, will her dad Joshua really give us a million dollars?"

Peyton held up her phone, her voice cracking with excitement.

"Would I lie about this?!"

"I did my research. The doctor who operated on Joanna a couple years ago was just a salaried employee. This year he suddenly bought a penthouse downtown worth nine million!"

"What does that tell you?"

"If we save Joanna, Joshua definitely won't be stingy. We're about to get rich!"

"But... is AI really reliable?" someone hesitated.

Peyton snorted coldly.

"Why wouldn't it be?"

"When you have a headache or fever, who doesn't ask AI first?"

"Besides, you think doctors are so great? Videos have exposed them—when doctors face tough cases, they also ask AI software."

"It's the AI era. Everyone can be a doctor. Why let the hospital make this money when we can take it ourselves!"

Hearing this, I almost laughed from anger.

AI isn't a doctor. It doesn't have medical qualifications, and sometimes its treatment plans are complete nonsense.

If something goes wrong during the procedure, it could cause a disaster.

In my past life, I repeatedly explained this to my classmates.

Joanna was having a heart attack and urgently needed to be sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.

But they were stubborn, and instead questioned whether I was trying to sabotage everyone's chance to get rich.

Finally, in a fit of anger, I grabbed the phone and called 911, which saved Joanna's life.

This life, I don't want to explain anymore.

If they insist on digging their own graves, then I'll let them!

I want to see if they can handle Joshua's fury when things go wrong.

While I was deep in thought, my roommate Lena came over.

"Paige, that's a million dollars! Are we about to get rich?"

In my past life, when Joshua found out Joanna had nearly been denied treatment, he was furious and wanted to hold the entire class accountable. I knelt down and begged him to spare everyone.

But later, when Mason led people to corner me on the rooftop to avenge Peyton, Lena was the first to rush out and kick me hard.

"Paige, if it weren't for you, I'd already be rich! You ruined my life!"

The excruciating pain of falling from the rooftop seemed to resurface.

I clenched my teeth and balled my fists tightly.

"AI isn't reliable. I'd advise you not to delude yourself."

At that moment, Peyton had already opened the AI app and quickly typed a line: [Sudden heart attack, how to treat?]

While operating, she lowered her voice to instruct everyone.

"Nobody breathe a word of this to anyone. If it works, we'll split the money evenly."

"To prevent anyone from sneaking out to call an ambulance, we'll watch each other. I'm going to call roll now. Answer when your name is called."

"Mason."

"Here."

"Lena."

"Here."

...

As one name after another came out of her mouth, I couldn't listen anymore and turned to leave.

Behind me came Peyton's shrill shout.

"Paige! Where are you going? You're not planning to snitch and keep all the money for yourself, are you?"

I frowned, about to answer, when my boyfriend Mason's face darkened and he shouted angrily.

"Paige, how can you be so selfish? Peyton knows to share the money with everyone, unlike you—you're such a selfish person. No wonder nobody likes you!"

In my past life, it was him who pushed me off the rooftop with his own hands.

He also rallied all the classmates to give false testimony to the police, saying I committed suicide because I couldn't handle academic pressure.

Looking at that face before me, I suppressed my hatred and spoke coldly.

"Fine, then let's break up. I find you disgusting too!"

After saying that, I turned around, preparing to leave.

But someone grabbed my wrist.