Free Web NovelChapter 845: Chapter 305: This World Is Not Good at All_2
Unbeknownst to her, the notifications had surpassed 99+.
And they were still increasing.
"Why are so many people sending me messages?"
With curiosity and anticipation, she opened these messages.
Unexpectedly...
All these messages were from netizens who commented under that "Qin Laosan" video.
For some reason.
Her comment had been liked and pushed to the top.
More and more people saw it.
The number of replies she received was growing.
"One yuan? Do you know this treatment costs 700,000 yuan per shot? What can one yuan do?"
"If you can’t donate, then don’t. Donating just to create an online presence? Are you deliberately disgusted by the patient seeking help?"
"If they knew you donated one yuan, imagine how heartbroken they would be."
"Exactly, you should have just pretended not to see the video and moved on. What does donating one yuan mean?" freёwebnovel.com
"..."
Comment after comment.
All accusing her of the act of donating only one yuan.
Accusing her of seeking fame and deliberately disgusting others.
After scrolling through just a few.
Zhou Xiaoqing’s face turned pale, and her eyes reddened.
A feeling of grievance...
Sprouted and spread wildly in her heart.
These critical remarks...
Like tidal waves, overwhelmed her.
Even if some tried to speak on her behalf, they were drowned out.
Boundless malice.
Surrounded and invaded her.
Unlike any internet she had seen before.
That beautiful world, at this moment, shattered.
Unrecognizable.
She bit her lower lip tightly.
The more she thought, the more she felt aggrieved, and could only reply below her comment to those netizens: "I know donating one yuan is wrong, but I’m really sorry, I only have one yuan on me, I’m a sixth-grade student, this is all the money I have in my account..."
After this reply.
She bowed her head, continuously refreshing her notifications.
Hoping those older brothers, sisters, uncles, and aunts who disliked her meager donation would stop berating her.
But...
She didn’t receive the forgiveness and apology she hoped for.
Instead, came sharper attacks and doubts.
"Student? Just because you say you’re a student you think we’ll believe you? Even a sixth-grade student should be able to donate more than just ten yuan!"
"If you’re a student, I’d say you’re trying to attract attention, and if you’re not a student... I’d say you have no morals, shameless!"
"Amusing, students don’t usually proclaim themselves as students."
"You think we’re easy to fool? Which student nowadays would do what you did? I say you’re just creating excuses fearing more criticism!"
"Ridiculous, donating one yuan is bad enough, but boasting online..."
"..."
Not many believed she was a student.
These netizens on the internet continued criticizing her mistakes.
Thinking she shouldn’t have donated one yuan, and certainly not have flaunted it online afterward.
But...
She truly wasn’t flaunting.
Zhou Xiaoqing felt increasingly aggrieved, tears streaming down.
"Xiaoqing, how’s your homework going?"
From the kitchen, her mother’s voice inquired.
Zhou Xiaoqing quickly wiped her tears and continued looking through the comments.
Trying to find someone kind-hearted enough to empathize with her.
Right now.
She just needed one person to tell her that her actions weren’t wrong, to pull her out from the sea of malice.
But what she kept seeing...
Were comments full of malice, filled with doubts.
Completely lacking the tolerance one should have for strangers.
"It’s not like this... Why has it turned out this way... In previous videos, they’ve helped elderly ladies cross the street... built houses for homeless senior citizens..."
Zhou Xiaoqing mumbled, shaking her head.
Refusing to believe what was happening before her.
She had watched videos for years.
Seen many heartwarming stories, always giving them likes.
She wanted to become such a person herself, to help others to the best of her ability.
But why, when it comes to her...
Those kind-hearted people, were gone.
Or rather, they never existed.
"In the future, stop saying you’re an elementary school student, you’re only tarnishing their reputation."
"Someone like you, why don’t you just die, staying in this world wastes food, sooner or later you’ll be a disaster."
"There are people who indeed don’t deserve to share the world’s resources with us."
"What? Can’t speak after being scolded? Someone’s seeking help and funds, isn’t donating just one yuan deliberately disgusting?"
"..."
She hung her head.
Numbly staring at the comments, her body trembled slightly.
Struggling even to hold her phone.
Eventually.
Her eyes settled on a comment that asked her "why don’t you just die?"
This comment...
Seemed to remind her of something.
Psychological endurance at its limit, she was nearly collapsing.
With confusion and doubt toward the world.
She walked to the balcony.
Looking at the view from the eighteenth floor, her heart filled with inexplicable hatred and disappointment toward the world.
This world...
Is not good at all.
"Xiaoqing, have you finished your homework yet? If you keep this up, I’ll have to confiscate your phone!"
In the living room.
Her mother, holding a spatula, impatiently walked over.
But...
She witnessed a scene that made her eyes widen.
And she screamed anxiously: "Xiaoqing, don’t—"
Before she finished speaking.
Zhou Xiaoqing had already jumped over the balcony railing, leaping downwards.
Her mother was so frightened her legs trembled.
But she still sprinted as fast as she could toward the balcony.
Unfortunately, she was too far away.
There was no way to catch Zhou Xiaoqing.
Bang!
The cellphone that witnessed Zhou Xiaoqing’s last moments also fell onto the balcony.
In the reply box above...
Was Zhou Xiaoqing’s last message she had typed but hadn’t sent: "This world, is not good at all."
...
In a small town.
At a regular hospital.
Qin Xueyi was handling the discharge procedure, while speaking to his elderly father in the wheelchair: "Dad, this illness... anyways, treating it will still result in death, so why don’t we skip the treatments."
"Let’s not waste this money, I’ll just stay with you for the next few months."
In the wheelchair.
An elderly man in his seventies or eighties showed a gloomy expression and nodded numbly.
A while ago.
He was diagnosed with cancer and brought to the hospital for treatment.
In just a few days.
He had spent tens of thousands of yuan, feeling very distressed.
He knew his body best.
He didn’t have much longer to live anyway.
Though his son was doing well with a car, a house, and savings, to treat his disease...
Would require selling the car and house, bankrupting the family.
And most likely it won’t even be cured, it’s really not worth it.
"Let’s go."
The elderly man sighed, gesturing toward the hospital exit.
Qin Xueyi nodded.
Pushing his father, taking him toward the hospital exit.
At the same time.
He took out his phone, glanced at his "Waterdrop Donation" platform’s backend.
Displayed on the screen.
Over three thousand netizens had responded to his appeal, with donations totaling 200,000 yuan.
After deducting the platform’s "service fee"...
He still made a huge profit.
Indeed.
This idea was a sudden inspiration.
After his father’s illness and hospitalization.
He obtained all the hospital records and documents, passing the platform’s review, then publicly appealed to society’s kind-hearted folks for donations.
As for treatment...
Cancer’s too hard to treat.
It simply can’t be cured.
Rather than wasting money, might as well seize this chance to earn a good sum.
Anyways, he had decided, during his father’s final days, to always be by his side.
Fulfill his duty as a good son.
"The netizens online sure are poor, three thousand people donated, yet only this little money raised."
After checking the donation details on the backend, he couldn’t help but complain.
In particular...
A recent video he published had someone donating just one yuan.
That truly disgusted him.
One yuan couldn’t even buy a bottle of water, better not donate at all.
Was it that he needed that one yuan?
Laughably, the person even pretended to be an elementary student, claiming to have no money.
Fortunately, netizens saw through it, exposing the fake persona.
Their insults utterly dehumanized the person.
And throughout the entire process...
He silently watched, without intervening.
