He planned to spend some of the 10,000 yuan that had arrived in his account today.

He felt his life truly wouldn't last much longer.

With great effort, he reached for the painkiller box beside his bedside table.

He poured out five blue painkillers and swallowed them directly with a cup of cold water he had poured last night on the bedside table.

What went down his throat wasn't just medicine and water—there was blood too.

His mouth and nose were filled with the metallic taste of blood.

This bloody taste made him extremely uncomfortable, physically revolted. He thought he probably couldn't become a vampire since he found the smell and taste of blood too repulsive.

Cough, cough.

At that moment, he coughed a couple more times, blood-flecked sputum accompanying each cough.

Grimacing in discomfort, he prepared to complete his spending task when he suddenly received a message through WeChat.

He opened WeChat.

Found the person who had sent him the message.

His weakened eyes struggled to focus, unable to see the phone clearly until he strained to refocus them.

He had notes for all his WeChat contacts.

The person messaging him was a boy, 16 years old, in high school.

His family was very poor.

Back then, he didn't even have money for school tuition.

Wang Anjian remembered giving him 1,000 yuan in support that year.

Combined with support from other kind-hearted people, it allowed him to return to school.

What had this boy sent him now?

He had written:

["Hello, Brother Wang, could you lend me some money? I want to buy a smartphone for studying and looking up information. All my classmates have phones now, and sometimes teachers use phones to notify us about things and assignments. Not having a phone is really inconvenient... so I have no other choice..."]

Wang Anjian saw that this high school boy wanted a smartphone.

That was understandable—these days, not having a phone was inconvenient not just for adults in society but even for students.

After all, with the internet so developed now, it wasn't like the old days when everyone had basic phones that could only text and call.

Smartphones had long become universal, with all kinds of chatting apps.

Nowadays, teachers in every class would create student groups and such.

Therefore, Wang Anjian sent back a message:

["What phone do you want to buy? Which model are you looking at? Let me help you check it out—don't waste money on some crappy phone."]

Some phone brands particularly like to trick people with high prices and low specs.

About five minutes passed.

A reply came through—it was a link.

Some phone brands particularly like to trick people with high prices and low specifications.

When he saw which phone this high school boy had shared as the one he wanted to buy.

Wang Anjian nearly coughed up another mouthful of blood.

The reason was that the high school boy had shared what was essentially the top-tier phone in the mobile world.

The Fruit Phone.

Wang Anjian wasn't sure if this was the latest model, but he checked the lowest configuration of this model.

It actually cost 5,499 yuan!

So, returning to WeChat, Wang Anjian immediately sent a message:

["Did you send the wrong link by mistake?"]

Wang Anjian thought the other person must have made a mistake.

But the reply came: ["No! It's this Fruit Phone! Many of my classmates use it! They say this Fruit Phone is the best—one phone can last for many years!"]

["So, Brother Wang, can you lend me money to buy this phone?"]

In his bedroom, lying on his bed, surrounded by blood on himself and his surroundings, Wang Anjian looked at his own ancient phone that he'd used for who knows how long—it wasn't even a full-screen display—and remained silent for a long time.

A long time later, several messages came through one after another, asking again if Wang Anjian could lend him money to buy the phone, promising to pay it back someday, and so on.

Wang Anjian picked up his phone and replied: ["I don't have any money available right now, so I'm sorry, I can't help you buy this phone."]

High school boy: ["It's okay, if you can't lend me five or six thousand, just lend me one thousand. I can borrow from other people too."]

Wang Anjian sighed and continued: ["No, it's not that. Do you really have to buy a Fruit Phone? You're still a student, and your family is poor. Wouldn't a thousand-yuan phone work? The thousand-yuan phones these days have very powerful functions—more than enough for your current needs. As for Fruit Phones, honestly, unless your family is well-off or you earn money yourself later, I don't think you really need to buy one now, especially when you don't have the money."]

Probably because this string of messages was too long.

The other side took three minutes to read it all before replying:

["Since you won't even lend me a single cent, stop your bullshit!!!"]

["Cheapskate!"]

After these two messages came a spitting emoji.

Wang Anjian quickly sent a question mark back, only to discover he had been deleted as a friend.

Facing this situation, he could only shake his head with a bitter smile.

He sighed again: "People these days!"

After speaking, he lay back against the headboard, head tilted upward looking at the ceiling.

He wasn't sure what to do now, so he just kept gazing at the ceiling!

As he stared, another message arrived on his phone.

It was from a university girl.

Wang Anjian had supported her with 1,500 yuan before—she also came from a very poor family.

This university girl was also messaging to borrow money, saying her father had suddenly gotten sick and was hospitalized, they had no money, could he lend some for emergency funds.

Wang Anjian didn't reply immediately, but instead opened the university girl's WeChat Moments.

Looking at the updates this girl had posted.

Many updates were about going out with good sisters, traveling somewhere.

Things she bought.

Recently, she seemed to have gotten a boyfriend too—foreigner, the dark-skinned type.

Had been showing off their relationship in her Moments all along.

At this moment, Wang Anjian remembered a man who had also supported this university girl complaining to him that this girl had scammed him out of two thousand yuan using her family member's illness as an excuse.

Later discovered the university girl used those two thousand to spend on that foreign boyfriend.

So he specifically told Wang Anjian and other supporters he knew to warn them and prevent being scammed.

To be honest, Wang Anjian had encountered many people or situations like this high school boy and university girl over the years.

The first time he encountered such ungrateful people, he had been extremely angry too. It took him several days to recover, feeling like his efforts had been thrown to the dogs.

But later, when he went online, he discovered he wasn't the only kind-hearted person who had been bitten back.

Even some celebrities had been bitten back.

Among them was a minor singer who had supported over three hundred people, including children from poor mountain areas, drop-out students, disabled people, and so on.

This singer ended up pitifully developing stomach cancer.

After getting stomach cancer, not a single person among those he had supported came to visit him.

What felt even more chilling and terrifying was that.

After the singer got sick, he couldn't continue earning money anymore—all his money went to medical treatment.

Thus, he stopped supporting many students.

After cutting off the support, many parents and children he had supported called him—just to demand money.

Yes, just to demand money.

Some examples included:

Weren't you supposed to support my child's education all the way?!

Why did you suddenly stop?!

Do you have any conscience?

Are you pretending to be sick to trick us because you don't want to support us anymore?

All kinds of suspicions and verbal abuse.