After transmigrating into the heroine of an angst novel, with only ten days left to live, Shen Tingwan smiles.
Donate a kidney? Giving five thousand milliliters of blood wasn’t enough, now they want my life too?
Sorry, I’m not playing along this time.
Donate your dad’s kidney. Drain your dad’s blood.
I’ve only got ten days left anyway. If I don’t drag you all down with me, that’s just proof I’m kindhearted.
Her white-lotus sister, Chu Chu, acts pitiful? She tears up her fake medical records in front of the whole family.
Her biased parents try to guilt-trip her? She brings out the company bylaws and makes them pay back every share they swallowed, with interest.
And the male lead, who’s been blind to everything all along: the surgical consent form you signed was forged.
Everyone thinks she’ll keep swallowing her anger like before, until she stands in the plaintiff’s seat in court and slaps down the evidence, one piece at a time.
“I’m here to collect what I’m owed. Not one of you is getting away.”
