I was born with a medicinal constitution. My blood could cure all illness.

In my previous life, I, Victoria Baldridge, had cured the paralyzed legs of Richard Thaddeus, a wealthy young man from Scotland’s elite circle.

Only after the treatment did I learn that the Thaddeus Family had once declared.

Whoever cured Richard Thaddeus would become the mistress of the Thaddeus.

So, he was forced to marry me.

Scarlett McKenzie, the woman who had once climbed mountains to pick a snow lotus for him, heard the news and in a moment of distraction, fell off a cliff and vanished without a trace.

A year later, Richard found her frozen body.

He forced me to slit my wrist to save her.

“If Scarlett had picked the snow lotus to heal me, we would have grown old together. It was you who killed her!”

“Victoria, didn’t you say your blood is divine medicine? Then bring her back to life!”

I cried and begged him.

“She’s been dead for a year. I can cure illness, not raise the dead...”

But Richard didn’t listen. He watched coldly as I bled to death.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was invited to treat Richard.

He sat in his wheelchair, expression dark and brooding.

I smiled faintly.

“Mr. Thaddeus’s legs are crippled. No one can cure them.”

——

His head jerked up, eyes blazing with fury.

"You worthless, get the hell out!"

I turned to a woman beside, Diana Thaddeus, unfazed.

“Madam, if the Baldridge Family says an illness cannot be cured, then there’s truly no hope.”

“You may want to consider having another child while you’re still young.”

Richard hurled the teacup in his hand at me.

I sidestepped.

The porcelain shattered on the floor with a sharp crash.

Startled, his father, Anthony Thaddeus, hurried to apologize.

“Miss Baldridge, I’m sorry. Richard is just… frustrated because of his condition...”

I waved it off.

“Understandable. It’s normal for a paralyzed man to have a twisted mind.”

Richard trembled with rage. I turned and left without looking back.

Diana chased after me.

“Miss Baldridge, is there truly no other way?”

“I’ve heard your long history family has a secret technique that cures any illness.”

“If you can heal my son’s legs, we will grant any request you make.”

But it wasn’t that he couldn’t be healed.

It was that I wouldn’t heal him.

In my past life, he blamed Scarlett’s death on me, convinced that if she had returned with the snow lotus, it would have restored his legs.

If he’d used a shred of reason, he would have realized the snow lotus was merely a tonic.

Its so-called miracle effects were nothing more than exaggerated tales.

After learning I had used my own blood in the medicine, he didn’t hesitate to watch me die, just to save Scarlett.

Before I died, I overheard the truth from the servants.

Scarlett didn’t fall from the cliff while picking the snow lotus.

She had given up on marrying into the Thaddeus Family and found another suitor.

But the man’s legal wife discovered her and pushed her off the cliff.

This life, I would no longer be tangled in their mess.

Let them live and die together, as they wished.

“Mr. Thaddeus’ legs are beyond my ability to heal.”

Richard followed me out, his voice low and full of suppressed anger.

“Mom, Scarlett has already gone to the snow-capped mountains.”

“Once she brings back the snow lotus, my legs will be cured.”

“My affairs don’t concern outsiders.”

Diana sighed heavily.

“The snow lotus may help restore your strength, but to truly stand again... it won’t be enough. The Victoria’s is your last hope.”

Richard remained stubborn.

“I said, Scarlett will cure me.”

I looked deeply at Richard, then turned to Diana.

Just as I stepped out of the Thaddeus Family’s grand front gates, a sleek black business car pulled up beside me.

A woman stepped out and, to my surprise, knelt in front of me.

“Miss Baldridge, please… please save my son...”

I recognized her. Laura Caldwell of the Caldwell Family.

It turned out that during the car accident a year ago, not only was Richard severely injured, but so was his long-time rival, Maximus Caldwell.

Since then, Max had been left in a half-dead, vegetative state.

But after the tragic end of my previous life, I no longer offered my blood so freely.

I refused Laura’s desperate plea.

She didn’t beg further. Instead, she wiped her tears silently and left with dignity.

A week later, I received an invitation to a banquet at the Thaddeus residence.

Scarlett had returned with the legendary Snow Lotus.

Diana, wary of the authenticity of the medicine, asked me to attend and verify it.

At the banquet, Scarlett clung tightly to Richard’s side, not moving an inch.

Diana pulled me aside, her expression sorrowful.

“I’m not afraid that the snow lotus won’t work. I’m afraid of giving Richard false hope again.”

“He’s been disappointed so many times… I’ve watched the light in his eyes dim day by day.”

“As a mother, it breaks my heart. I just… I don’t know what else to do.”

Before I could offer any words of comfort, Scarlett pushed Richard’s wheelchair toward us.

“Diana, don’t worry. I’ll definitely help Richard to walk again. I nearly died in the snowy mountains to bring back this snow lotus.”

Richard looked at her, eyes filled with emotion and gripped her hand tightly.

“Scarlett, when I stand again, I’ll throw the most magnificent wedding for you.”

“I believe in you.”

Then Scarlett turned to look at me, her smile laced with subtle malice.

“I’m not like those so-called miracle doctors. I know I can cure Richard’s legs.”

Her words caused a stir.

Several renowned physicians who had treated Richard before turned visibly sour.

“Miss McKenzie, aren’t you being a bit too bold?”

“You dare challenge our diagnoses without any medical background?”

“Even Miss Baldridge of the esteemed medical family has said Richard’s condition is incurable. And you, a young girl with no training, claim otherwise?”

Although Richard felt Scarlett had spoken rashly, he still stood by her.

“I trust her. She can cure me.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

Scarlett mistook my amusement as mockery.

Her eyes narrowed, but she forced a smile.

“Miss Baldridge, I’ve heard you’re the most gifted healer of your generation. But you turned down both the Thaddeus and Caldwell families.”

“It’s hard not to wonder… maybe you’re not as skilled as everyone claims.”

I smiled calmly.

“Then I look forward to the day Miss McKenzie helps Mr. Thaddeus walk again.”

My serenity only made her more agitated.

She bit her lip.

“You think I’m stealing your spotlight, don’t you?”

“I know Diana likes you and once hoped you'd marry Richard.”

“But now, I’m the only one who can cure him.”

Still seated in his wheelchair, Richard sneered.

“Miss Baldridge, even if you had the ability to heal me, I would never agree to marry you.”

“When my mother first introduced you, I thought you were someone impressive.”

“But clearly, you’re just a fraud.”

“Let me make one thing clear, the only woman I love is Scarlett. If I don’t marry her in this life, I’ll marry no one.”

“Even if you stood before me three times, I wouldn’t spare you a second glance.”

Watching them perform their duet of affection and disdain, I felt only irritation.

“Your mother invited me here to evaluate Miss McKenzie medicine.”

“But since you have such unwavering faith in her, there’s no need for me to interfere.”

Just as I turned to leave, Scarlett suddenly reached out to block my path.

“Victoria, what do you mean by that?”

I frowned.

“Exactly what it sounds like. If you don’t understand, feel free to check the dictionary.”

Scarlett scoffed coldly.

“Do you dare to make a bet with me? Let’s see which of us can cure Richard’s legs.”

“The loser kneels, admits defeat publicly and is never allowed to set foot in the city again!”

I paused in my step, then slowly turned to face her.

“I’ll take your bet, but not by treating Richard. I’ll treat Maximus Caldwell.”

Her expression changed.

“In ten days, we’ll see if you can make Richard stand or if I can make Max wake up.”

“Dare to bet, Miss McKenzie?”

The room erupted with gasps.

“Isn’t Max in a vegetative state?”

“That’s way harder than fixing Richard’s legs.”

“Honestly, if the Caldwell Family hadn’t poured millions into life support, he’d be long gone.”

“If Miss Baldridge pulls this off, it’ll be a miracle in medical history.”

“Ten days? That’s impossible.”

Amid the murmurs, Scarlett eyes gleamed with excitement.

“Fine. With all these people as witnesses, Victoria, don’t try to back out when you lose.”

I nodded calmly.

“I won’t lose.”

Richard let out a cold, mocking laugh.

“Max is already a dead man. You couldn’t even treat my legs and now you’re trying to bring someone like him back?”

“Victoria, admit losing now and maybe I’ll consider not punishing you.”

I glanced briefly at his legs.

“Richard, remember, medicine can be as poisonous as it is healing.”

“Be careful. With Scarlett’s superior skills, she might just make your condition worse.”

With that, I turned and left.

In my previous life, Scarlett was nothing more than a finance graduate with no medical background.

Her parents were ordinary workers.

The idea that she could cure paralysis? Silly.

That night, word of our wager spread like wildfire across the city.

Someone even opened a public betting pool.

Richard staked ten million on Scarlett—to “encourage” her victory.

The next morning, Laura came to personally pick me up.

At the hospital, I took out the blood-infused medicine I’d prepared, gently lifted Maximus’ head and fed it to him.

Seven days. That’s all it would take for him to wake up.

“Miss Baldridge, thank you. Whether Max wakes up or not, our family will never forget this favor.”

Laura’s voice trembled.

“Whatever you need, just say the word. If it’s within our power, it’s yours.”

She moved as if to kneel again, but I caught her quickly.

“Laura, I’m not doing this for a reward. I only want to win.”

“You don’t need to worry. I will bring your son back.”

Tears welled in her eyes.

“I heard about your bet with Scarlett. The Caldwell Family is backing you with ten million. When the time comes, the winnings and interest, will be yours.”

“Don’t refuse. You’ve earned it.”

Just as I was about to respond, I saw Scarlett approaching, pushing Richard in his wheelchair.

She stopped in front of us and sneered.

“So, this is why you offered to help Max.”

“You’ve got your eyes on the Caldwell Family’s money.”

Then she stepped forward and grabbed Laura’s arm, her tone turning sweet and false.

“Laura, don’t be fooled. This woman couldn’t even cure Richard’s legs.”

“How could she possibly wake Max? Don’t end up losing both your money and your son.”

Laura shook her off coldly.

“I believe in her. Scarlett, this doesn’t concern you.”

Rejected so plainly, Scarlett pouted, visibly upset.