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Six years after my death, my wife wanted me to donate my heart for her first love. To force me to appear, she broke my father's leg, falsely accused my mother of theft, causing her to lose her livelihood. She even threatened to disfigure my sister's face, which closely resembled mine, with a bottle of acid. Just as she was waiting for me to kowtow and beg for mercy, agreeing to the surgery. The doctor who had once operated on me found her with my medical records: "Mr. Channing only had one heart, and it was donated to you six years ago."

My biological parents brought me back home from the orphanage. My older brother, Julian Shaw, stood by the door, handing me my shoes, while the fake daughter, Isabelle Shaw, spoke in a sarcastic tone, wanting me to leave this house. The day my parents finally kicked Isabelle out for me, I unexpectedly gained the ability to read minds. I could hear everyone’s thoughts. And now, I too wanted to leave this house.

I was born special, with two hearts beating inside my body. This was the only thing that could please my parents. Because my brother had a congenital heart defect. My parents gave birth to me solely so my brother's life could continue. Later, I met Aria and married her. She rescued me from the abyss of desperately seeking familial affection. I thought she would be different from my parents. But when my brother's condition worsened, she became obsessed with the idea that I should donate one of my hearts to him. What she didn't know was that I only had one heart left. And my other heart was already with her.

At eight months pregnant, my boyfriend and I, in our pure love, were involved in a car accident. Caelan ignored the blood between my legs and rushed to the hospital carrying Faye in his arms. When I opened my eyes again, I was tightly strapped to a blood donation table, my stomach in excruciating pain. From outside the door, Caelan's conversation with the doctor came through clearly: "Mr. Langdon, are you sure you want to do this? If we induce labor now, Miss Carlisle's baby could still be saved! But if we draw blood now, not only will the baby be lost, Miss Carlisle could also go into severe shock, endangering her life!" After a moment of silence. Caelan sighed, his voice hoarse as he said: "Faye is critically injured and still in emergency care. The hospital blood bank is insufficient. Only Serenity's blood can save her. I can't stand by and do nothing." "When Serenity wakes up, I'll do my best to make it up to her, marry her, and give her a proper status." In just a few words, he casually decided the fate of me and our child. I laughed bitterly to myself, closing my eyes in despair, Allowing the sharp needle to pierce my arm. It was too late. Caelan still didn't know, In just one more month, I was truly going to die.

I was about to give birth, but my husband Lorne was in a car accident and was in critical condition. I didn't care about my own health and insisted on donating blood for him, just because he had the most scarce Rh-negative blood. As a large amount of blood was drawn out of my body and my consciousness gradually faded, I heard his conversation with others: "Doctor Stratton, you lied to Doctor Myerson that something happened to you, and now you have drawn a lot more blood than she can bear. She is about to give birth. Isn't this a bad idea?" Lorne's voice was calm and calm. "Fabiana had a heavy bleeding during childbirth, and the blood bank's Rh-negative blood was far from enough. I had no choice but to do this." "But it is Felicity's blessing to be able to save Fabiana. At worst, Fabiana's child will also call Felicity mother." But later, I smiled and told him that our child was gone. He went insane.

During my early pregnancy, Julian requested that I provide blood for his longtime friend. I declined due to my anemia, but his companions accused me of being inconsiderate. "Anne's on the operating table and you're the only compatible donor. Why not give a bit of blood?" With that, several of them forcibly brought me inside. Julian's eyes briefly showed concern, but he quickly composed himself. "It's only a blood donation. Our baby will be fine." I ceased resisting, a solitary tear rolling down my face. Post-transfusion, I stumbled to the obstetrics ward, my body weakened, to terminate the pregnancy.

My little brother-in-law's son was diagnosed with leukemia, and only my daughter's bone marrow was a match in the whole family. To save the family's only bloodline, my wife, a blindly loyal sister, forced our physically weak daughter to donate her bone marrow. In the end, my little brother-in-law's son survived, but my daughter died on the operating table. In despair, I jumped off the 18th floor holding my daughter's body, only to return to three days before my nephew was diagnosed with leukemia. Living another life, I lied to them, saying the one who had leukemia was my daughter. They, fearing I would ask for a bone marrow donation for my nephew, forced a quick divorce between my wife and me. Outside the civil affairs bureau, their whole family gathered around, celebrating finally being rid of what they called their 'disastrous star'. Little did they know, the confirmation text of my nephew’s leukemia diagnosis had already been sent to their phone.

I was born special, with two hearts inside my body. This was the only thing that could please my parents. Because my older sister had a congenital heart condition. My parents gave birth to me solely so my sister's life could be extended. Later, I met Alec and married him. He rescued me from the abyss of desperately seeking familial affection. I thought he would be different from my parents. But when my sister's condition worsened, he obsessively hoped I could donate one heart to her. What he didn't know was that I only had one heart left. And my other heart was already with him.

My system is the Resurrection Die System. I roll it once a day, and whatever number I roll determines how many times the entire team can be resurrected that day. As long as I don't die, this team is invincible in the apocalypse. The team captain worships me like an ancestor; even if I fart, he'd say it smells sweet. Until the captain saved a pure little flower. The little flower is a rare Healer, but her body is frail. It's said she has renal failure and needs a kidney transplant. Lying on her sickbed, she pitifully held my hand: "Sister, your body is so healthy, and you have so many resurrection chances. Losing one kidney wouldn't matter, right?" The captain, with a grim face, also guilt-tripped me. "Don't be so selfish! With Xiao Ya, everyone can suffer a lot less!" "We're just borrowing a kidney from you, not asking for your life! How can you have no sense of collective honor at all?"

My twin sister, the apple of our family's eye, was diagnosed with kidney failure and required a transplant. After the tests, it was discovered that my kidney was a perfect match for hers. The entire family exerted immense pressure on me to donate my kidney to her. What they were unaware of was that I had only one kidney remaining. They forcibly confined me to the operating table, compelling me to donate my kidney to her. When they realized that I did not survive the surgery, everyone was devastated.