TikTok accounts are like personal ID numbers, unique and cannot be impersonated.
Jiang Ning, following the System’s prompt, searched and found a TikTok account named "Little Zhou’s cancer-stricken father," with a profile picture of a weathered man’s selfie.
Jiang Ning’s finger moved slightly as she clicked into the account.
The account’s bio read a line: Seeking kind-hearted people to help us, thank you all. For donations contact +vFH7864978
Moving her gaze down, she saw that the owner had posted over fifty videos. Jiang Ning randomly clicked on one and finally understood why the System determined that someone was impersonating her.
The content of the fifty-plus videos published by this account owner was basically the same, showing a girl lying in a hospital bed with a breathing machine.
The accompanying text read:
"My daughter, if only I knew your illness was going to worsen, we, your parents, would have stopped you from going out to save people..."
"My daughter, please wake up soon. Many netizens online care about you and want to know your whereabouts..."
"My daughter, why is heaven so blind, letting you suffer from this terminal illness? You’re still so young, I would rather have the disease myself..."
"My daughter, you’ve been kind-hearted and helpful since you were little. You’ve done many good deeds growing up. After rescuing people recently, you left quietly. Now that you are in trouble and we are so financially challenged, who will come to help us..."
"Last time you said you wanted to see the ocean while you were still in good health, but then that incident happened. If we had known, we wouldn’t have tried to save on travel expenses for your chemotherapy and would have gone with you, so you wouldn’t have encountered the human trafficker the moment you left home..."
"The hospital is once again urging us to pay. We are already in debt by over a million. Daughter, I beg you, please wake up..."
Jiang Ning scrolled through several of Little Zhou’s father’s posts in a row—each one paired with a lengthy text and melancholic music, easily eliciting sympathy from everyone.
Jiang Ning noticed that initially, there weren’t many comments under the posts by Little Zhou’s father, but over the last couple of days, the number of commenters began to increase:
[Rescuing someone before? Cancer worsening? Scared and in despair.jpg! Could it be Miss Terminal Illness?]
[Sob sob, it matches, it matches. Miss Terminal Illness first appeared in Tianxin District’s square wearing a hospital gown looking very weak!]
[And also, the place where Miss Terminal Illness encountered the human trafficker was in Fuhua District, and there’s a sea in Fuhua District! So, Miss Terminal Illness was going to see the sea that time!]
[Oh my God, I had no idea that our beloved Miss Terminal Illness was living such a hard life! No wonder there’s been no news recently, sob sob sob, it’s because her condition worsened and she couldn’t respond.]
[Saw this from a forum, specifically came here; heartbroken, where’s the donation channel, I want to !]
[So Juejue’s last name is Zhou, how sad.]
The video blogger didn’t respond to questions asking whether he was Miss Terminal Illness or reply to comments.
Of course, there were also some people in the comments section who expressed their doubts, suggesting that he could be a scammer. However, most netizens chose to believe and replied: It’s true, I added Little Zhou’s father on WeChat, and he didn’t just take everyone’s transfers; he sent a legitimate donation link, which contains the patient’s information and the hospital’s stamped medical reports.
Jiang Ning searched through the comments over and over but did not receive a mission prompt from the System for a long time, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes: Could she have guessed wrong?