After rebirth, I refused to help the children in the orphanage, but my classmates began to regret it.

The summer break kicked off with a school-organized volunteer trip to an orphanage, where we’d live for a month.

As a med school representative, I quickly noticed something was off with one of the orphan boys.

Julian, who looked eight years old, had the bone age of a forty-two-year-old!

In my previous life, I spilled the beans about his bizarre check-up results to my classmates, warning them to steer clear of the kid.

But they scoffed, accusing me of being a cold-blooded monster for bullying a poor orphan.