The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind-Chapter 130: Mobile Blood Bank

Yet she still dragged her sick body to take her original self out for cremation and burial.

In the Jiang Family’s house full of cannon fodder, Jiang Nanshu hadn’t watched the subsequent plot. Seeing her evil namesake die so miserably, how could she bear to watch?

At that time, she was in the mental institution, laughing hysterically.

The nurse asked her why she was laughing.

She said she wished she could go in and kill all these idiots who became dumb because of the female lead!

As a result...

Her wish was fulfilled.

Not only had she not killed, cough, but she had also expedited the Jiang Family’s doom...

"Understood, kiddo. Can I talk after you’ve had your talk? Jiang Nanshu, don’t tell me you can manage this too."

Jiang Nanshu’s train of thought was interrupted by Jiang Leyi’s voice.

Listening to her voice tinged with laughter, Jiang Nanshu immediately hung up.

The next second, seeing her address at the Beijing Media School lifted her spirits.

Eh, since Jiang Leyi isn’t acting as the blood bag anymore, does that mean this plot is over?

Yuan Feng’s first love had developed aplastic anemia. Without a blood transfusion, it was a dead end.

Jiang Nanshu scratched her head, momentarily unsure where this plot twist was heading.

Da Shachun: [Host, you have gone soft.]

Da Shachun suddenly appeared, his voice laced with covert excitement.

Jiang Nanshu frowned and promptly denied: "No, I haven’t."

She considered for a moment, then couldn’t help but chuckle: "I’m just, repaying a debt."

Jiang Leyi had been very good to her, really very good.

She was human, and could feel the warmth between people; she was not a monster devoid of emotions.

But she could only go so far for Jiang Leyi, because, being so selfish and only loving herself, how could she fully rescue Jiang Leyi’s life?

Da Shachun’s voice was approving: [Host, I like your clear distinction between gratitude and grudge. Actually, you don’t have to pretend; your life deeds can’t be hidden from our system.]

Jiang Nanshu stood up, stretching lazily: "Oh, what about it."

Da Shachun: [...Well, nothing much, just that you also realized the plot has gone awry to the Northern Hemisphere. Your wish to return to your original world in six months might be dashed.]

Its voice sounded somewhat delighted by the disaster: [You’re scoring an All-Hated, but failing to meet the criteria means no chance of going back, let alone snag the hundred billion inheritance left by Zhou Yanxu.]

Jiang Nanshu’s eyebrows twitched imperceptibly but she was far from panicking: "Oh, everything is under my control. Haven’t you seen how much my family dislikes me?! They dodge me as if I were a flood or a beast, oh, and they especially hate talking to me too, tsk tsk, meeting a successful person like me, you should count yourself lucky. Wait with me for our promotion in half a year."

Da Shachun: [...]

Overconfident, way too overconfident.

It couldn’t bear to burst the bubble of someone so confident.

[So, what about this bizarrely skewed plot... what do we do?]

Jiang Nanshu pondered for a few seconds, then casually played the absentee manager: "You should ask the plot, why ask me? It has its own ideas, and we cannot deprive the plot of its freedom, can we? Don’t worry, these missed links will be filled by someone!"

Da Shachun: [...Then keep dreaming, but don’t blame me for not warning you. Just don’t go mad when the mission fails.]

"..."

Ha, threatening her?

Jiang Nanshu immediately silenced Da Shachun for twenty-four hours.

Don’t even think about corrupting her spirituality!

She firmly believed that the strong storyline would give her a reasonable explanation.

If Yuan Feng’s first love couldn’t be saved, then it was better off dead.

Such a simple multiple-choice question.

...

At this moment, at Beijing People’s Hospital.

Su Ran had donated a large bag of blood, and if it weren’t truly impossible to take more, the nurse would have wished to drain her completely.

Now, due to anemia, she was dizzy and sat on the chair dry heaving.

Yuan Feng handed her a bag of bread and a bottle of opened water.

His tone was somewhat concerned, "Xiao Ran, are you alright? If I had known earlier, I would not have let you donate; it’s made you suffer like this."

Su Ran took a sip of the water; she really couldn’t eat the bread.

She forced a smile with a pale face, "It’s okay... This is also doing a good deed, right, Teacher Yuan?"

Yuan Feng nodded with relief, "Right, Xiao Ran, it’s best that you think like this. You are really kind, and the patient will appreciate your sacrifice."

Su Ran forced a smile, her heart speechless.

She was originally in good health, but by a strange twist of fate, she walked into a ward and saw a beautiful girl on a ventilator; her pale face and exposed skin covered in bruises were quite repellent.

She thought the girl was a victim of domestic abuse, but Yuan Feng explained from behind her that the girl had a disease that required blood transfusion. However, she had a rare blood type and no suitable donors could be found, so she was surviving on medication, with only three months left to live.

Perhaps somewhat moved in the moment, upon learning the girl had the same blood type as hers, she agreed to donate her blood.

Which caused her current suffering from anemia.

She held her head with her hand, "Teacher Yuan, if a little of my blood can save a life, I’m willing to give."

Yuan Feng’s eyes lit up, filled with emotion, "You are truly the kindest and purest girl I have ever met. This sick girl’s illness won’t heal overnight. Xiao Ran, you will need to donate blood again."

Su Ran’s eyes widened slightly, her hand subconsciously touching her arm where blood had been taken, fear evident in her pupils, "Again?"

Yuan Feng nodded helplessly, "Yes, we need to replace all the blood in her body, then she might get better."

He smiled crookedly, "Because of your blood donation, I even specially made a Weibo post to praise your lifesaving deeds. Good deeds must be promoted, and when the girl recovers, her family will present you with a banner. Xiao Ran, you are a breath of fresh air in the entertainment industry."

Su Ran quickly opened her phone.

She found that her selfie with the girl and Yuan Feng had surged to number five on the trending search list.

The caption read.

#SuRanBloodDonationSavesLives

The comments below were all praises, many people recognizing Su Ran from this incident.

Instantly converting many to fans.

Seeing a female celebrity donate blood unconditionally to save someone, and the person couldn’t even be saved with just one donation.

Su Ran gripped her phone tighter, took a deep breath, and pursed her lips with a smile, "Teacher Yuan, I will save her. After all, it’s a life, I can’t just stand by."

Yuan Feng’s pupils secretly thrilled.

Great, his loved one might be saved.

It’s just a pity that Jiang Leyi didn’t come; otherwise, the recovery could have been even faster.

Yuan Feng felt a bit regretful but was even more gracious towards Su Ran, "It’s enough that you have this intention, you must take good care of yourself, eat more food that replenishes blood, and ensure you don’t get hurt."

Su Ran was moved internally, nodding, "Don’t worry, Teacher Yuan, I won’t be the first to fall. By the way, I still need to go to Nightlife; Director Chen has asked to discuss a script."

Yuan Feng glanced at the water Su Ran sipped, his smile even gentler, "I’ll take you there, don’t let Director Chen wait in a hurry."