After Reincarnation, I No Longer Save You

I was born with a gift, or maybe a curse: my blood heals anything.

Last time around, I cured some rich boy, Preston Fairchild, who couldn't move his legs.

Turns out, his family had promised that whoever fixed him would become his wife.

He was forced to marry me. Can you believe that?

Then Preston's real girlfriend, Scarlett, who’d been risking her life to find some rare flower to cure him, heard the news and, heartbroken, fell off a cliff and was presumed dead.

A year later, Preston found Scarlett's body frozen in the mountains.

And guess what? He made me cut my wrists open to save her.

"You bitch! If Scarlett had brought back that flower, we could have been happy together. You ruined everything!"

"You claim your blood is magic, then bring her back to life!"

I begged him, tears streaming down my face.

"Scarlett has been dead for a year. I can heal, not raise the dead."

But Preston wouldn't listen. He just watched me bleed out.

When I woke up, I was back at the Fairchilds' mansion, the day they asked me to heal Preston.

I looked at him in that wheelchair, his face like thunder, and gave a cold smile.

"Your legs, Preston, they're as good as gone. Nobody can fix them."

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Preston slowly looked up at me, his eyes burning with anger.

"Get out, you quack!"

I raised an eyebrow and turned to his mother.

"Mrs. Fairchild, let me tell you, if the Jiangs can't cure it, it's hopeless. While you're still young, maybe think about having another kid."

Before I knew it, Preston threw his teacup right at me.

I dodged it just in time.

The expensive teacup shattered on the floor.

Mrs. Fairchild jumped and started apologizing.

"Oh, Miss Jiang, I'm so sorry. Preston's just upset because of his condition..."

I waved it off.

"I understand. It's normal for a useless, paralyzed man to be bitter."

Preston was shaking with rage. I smirked, turned, and walked out of the Fairchilds' mansion.

Mrs. Fairchild chased after me, begging in a low voice.

"Miss Jiang, isn't there anything you can do? I've heard the Jiangs have secret healing powers. If you can fix Preston's legs, the Fairchilds will give you anything you want."

But it wasn't that I couldn't heal him, it's that I wouldn't.

Last time, Preston blamed me for Scarlett's death. He was convinced that if she'd brought back that flower, he would have been cured.

If he'd just thought for a second, he would have realized that flower was just a fancy supplement.

Its so-called healing powers were all hype.

But when he found out I used my blood to heal his legs, he watched me die to save Scarlett.

Right before I died, I heard the Fairchilds' servants talking.

Scarlett hadn't fallen off a cliff while getting that flower at all. She'd been dumped off the cliff by the wife of some rich dude, when she'd been caught trying to steal him away.

This time, I was staying out of their mess. I hoped they'd be happy together.

"I can't help your son with his legs."

Preston followed me out, his voice tight with fury.

"Mom, Scarlett is already on h...