The Diagnosis That Changed Everything
After being reborn, the first thing I did was forge a medical report diagnosing chronic kidney disease.
In my previous life, my nephew had been diagnosed with kidney failure, and he needed a transplant to survive. I rushed to get a matching test and donated one of my kidneys to him.
But over time, my health deteriorated. At twenty, my body felt like it belonged to someone eighty. Even simple chores like sweeping the floor left me exhausted. I couldn't go out to work or earn a living, yet my brother and sister-in-law scolded me for "pretending to be sick."
"Isn't one kidney enough?" my sister-in-law snapped. "Do you expect to leech off our family forever?"
She even went so far as to buy a pair of fresh pig kidneys and smash them in my face. "Since we took one of yours, here's a new pair. Happy now?"
Because I had lost a kidney, I died before the age of thirty, alone in a rented apartment.
The next time I opened my eyes, I was back—before my nephew's diagnosis even came in.