Zhao Sulan knelt on the ground, swiftly turned toward Meng Chuyue, and cried out loudly, "Chuyue, I beg you, please save your sister. If you don’t save her, she will only have death left."
It was just past nine in the morning, a busy time at the Fruit Store, which had many customers.
The crowd mostly consisted of gossip-loving elderly men and women.
When Zhao Sulan knelt and cried, everyone stopped buying fruit and began to ask what was happening.
Zhao Sulan’s five articulate ladies, who she brought with her, immediately began to explain indignantly.
"The one kneeling is my cousin; her younger daughter has uremia and urgently needs a kidney transplant, so she’s pleading her elder daughter."
"The one kneeling is my niece, though she’s only the stepmother of her elder daughter, she has always treated her stepdaughter well."
"Look, this stepdaughter is so lovely and fashionable; you should realize my cousin has never wronged her, she shouldn’t leave her to die."
"Everyone, please help persuade her, how can sisters let each other die?"
Although the five elderly women were fake relatives paid by Zhao Sulan, she had shown them a fake paternity test report between Lin Youdong and Meng Chuyue previously, making them believe that Meng Chuyue truly was Lin Fangwei’s half-sister.
They also believed Meng Chuyue should her kidney to Lin Fangwei, so their words were very assertive, powerful, and persuasive.
Their eyes didn’t show a trace of doubt.
The onlookers immediately believed them and began persuading Meng Chuyue.
"Miss, that’s not right of you; even if you don’t like your stepmother, you shouldn’t be so heartless toward your sister."
"Yes, miss, saving a life is more meritorious than constructing a seven-story stupa, especially since she’s your own sister. Go on, save her, and you’ll surely receive good karma."
"I heard donating a kidney isn’t that dangerous; at most, let your stepmother compensate you with more money."
Meng Chuyue, to avoid Zhao Sulan’s kneeling, had stayed crouched behind the cashier desk.
She silently waited for everyone to speak for a while, then jumped to the ground, grabbed a shoulder bag from the cupboard, and, using it as cover, took out several tapes from the space to play what she had recorded over time.
Just as she grabbed the tapes, one of the bodyguards Zhao Sulan had brought threw an iron dart that damaged the small recorder on the cashier desk.
No wonder Zhao Sulan was so brazen, she had hired capable people to prevent her from playing the recording in public.
But it didn’t matter.
They had their strategies, and she had her countermeasures.
Amidst increasingly fervent persuasions from the crowd, using her bag as cover, she took out a fake medical record she had prepared earlier and some pepper powder in her hand; as tears formed, she began to sob, "I too want to save my sister... but, I’m also ill. I didn’t want to worry my father, so... sob, sob."
Saying this, she handed the medical record to Tong Wen.
Tong Wen and Xia Ping, since Zhao Sulan knelt down, had not blindly spoken up to defend Meng Chuyue but had been physically protecting her.
After reviewing the document with Xia Ping, Tong Wen addressed the loudest of the women, "This is a medical report from the First Hospital; our Yueyue has chronic nephritis and is not suitable for donating her kidney."
When Meng Chuyue mentioned her chronic nephritis, everyone was somewhat stunned and fell silent.
As soon as Tong Wen finished speaking, some people snapped back and started a new round of "seeking justice."
"How come the moment her sister needs a kidney, it happens to be when the elder sister gets diagnosed with chronic nephritis? I think this medical record must be fake."
"Yes, making a fake medical record is very easy these days."
"I have my doubts too."
"If that’s the case, how wicked is this elder sister’s heart."