After rebirth,I know my nephew had uremia
In my previous life, my nephew Jason Hill was diagnosed with kidney failure and needed a kidney transplant to survive.
I immediately got tested for compatibility and donated my right kidney to him.
After the surgery, my health deteriorated rapidly. My twenty-year-old body became as weak as an eighty-year-old's, unable to do housework or hold a job. But my brother Kyle Hill and his wife Jennifer Clark accused me of faking illness to avoid responsibilities.
Kyle said, "You're just missing one kidney. Do you expect us to support you for the rest of your life?"
Jennifer threw a pig kidney she bought from the supermarket in my face, saying, "I'm giving your kidney back to you. Now we're even, right?"
Due to unilateral kidney failure, I died before turning thirty in a cheap apartment.
When I woke up again, I had returned to the day before Jason's diagnosis.
"I don't want water, I want soda!" Jason screamed, knocking over the glass.
"We're out of soda in the fridge. I'll buy some for you later," my mother Laura Baker said with a smile, despite being splashed with water.
Seeing this, I jumped up from the couch.
"I'll go buy it! I'll get the biggest bottle of soda for Jason right now!" I said as I hurried toward the door.
Only after closing the apartment door did I finally relax.
I trembled as I felt my side. The surgical scar was gone.
Thank God, both my kidneys were still there.
In my previous life, Jason needed weekly dialysis to stay alive, with a kidney transplant being his only hope for a cure.
Upon hearing this news, I immediately went to the hospital for compatibility testing.
When Kyle and Jennifer learned that my kidney was a match for Jason, they got down on their knees begging me to donate.
They promised to take care of me for the rest of my life and even said Jason would look after me in my old age.
Laura even threatened me: "If you don't agree, I'll kill myself and ruin your reputation!"
I donated one of my kidneys to Jason, saving his life.
After the transplant surgery, I completely lost my ability to work, lost my job, and would get dizzy just climbing stairs.
Having only one kidney left me infertile, turning me into a complete invalid.
Kyle and Jennifer quickly broke their promises, stopped paying for my living expenses, and kicked me out of their home.
Kyle coldly said, "Missing a kidney won't kill you. Don't be so greedy."
Jennifer threw a pig kidney at me, saying, "We're giving your kidney back now."
Even Laura told me, "Jason is your nephew. Saving him was your responsibility."
The night I died alone in my apartment, they regretfully said, "We should have made her donate both kidneys to Jason."
This time, I've decided not to save Jason.
I stood in the supermarket and bought five cases of soda for Jason.
Since childhood, Jason has always loved drinking soda, and now he refuses to drink even a drop of water.
Kyle had tried to correct this habit before, but Jason would rather be dehydrated than drink water.
Laura felt sorry for him and bought several cases of soda to keep at home.
This habit of Jason's has continued for over ten Christmases; it's no wonder he would develop kidney failure.
I brought the soda home, and Jason immediately started drinking it happily.
During dinner, I casually mentioned that I was planning to get a full physical examination.
Jennifer mocked me, saying, "You must be rich. I haven't even gathered enough money for Jason's tutoring fees yet."
I pretended not to understand her comment. "Health is much more important than academics. I think our whole family should get checked."
My body is perfectly healthy; I was just preparing for my plan.
Jason's condition could be discovered at any time. As long as I lived in this house, I might face the same situation as last time.
So I decided I needed to escape far away, where they could never find me.
I forged a kidney failure diagnosis report and sent it to the family group chat.
I returned home with the fake report, pretending to be devastated.
The three of them were whispering about something in the living room. When they saw me come in, Laura walked over with a grave expression.
For a moment, I almost believed she genuinely cared about me.
But her next words immediately shattered my illusion.
Laura said, "I asked the doctor. Your condition requires lifelong dialysis, which costs a fortune. You'll suffer even if you live, so why not give up treatment? Jason isn't grown up yet. He'll need money for college and marriage in the future. We really can't help you."
Jennifer walked over with a smirk and said, "It's because you insisted on getting a physical that you discovered your terminal illness. Jason is still young. You'd better move out soon before your bad luck affects him."
Listening to them shirk responsibility, I wiped my tears and pleaded, "The doctor said my condition could be cured with a kidney transplant, and relatives have the highest success rate for matching. Could you all get tested? Jason could try too."
As soon as I finished speaking, I was slapped across the face.
"You monster! Jason is so young, and you want him to donate a kidney?!"
Jennifer glared at me fiercely, as if she wanted to kill me.
Holding my cheek, I sobbed, "He can live with just one kidney. If he donates his kidney to me, I'll treat him like my own son. I'll leave all my inheritance to him."
Jennifer said, "Impossible! You're about to die anyway. After you die, your inheritance will naturally go to Jason!"
I turned to Kyle and said, "Kyle, please save me. Just do a matching test; it might not even be successful."
Laura immediately stood in front of Kyle, saying defensively, "Kyle is in such good health; donating a kidney would affect his wellbeing."
The three of them stood together, showing not a shred of sympathy or compassion toward me.
I cried out, "Mom, I'm your child too! Can you really bear to watch me die?"
Laura said, "This is God's arrangement. I gave birth to you; you should be grateful you've lived this long."
I stood up, looking at them coldly, and said, "You're so heartless. God will punish you!"
With that, I flipped the dining table and swung a chair, smashing the furniture to pieces, not acting like a sick person at all.
They watched me destroy things, only daring to curse at me but not stepping forward to stop me.
After demolishing everything, I finally calmed down and stormed out without looking back.
I ran desperately, terrified they would catch up to me.
Laura texted me: [You bastard. Our mother-daughter relationship is over.]
I took a screenshot of this message and posted it directly on social media.
My relatives who saw it didn't understand what had happened.
Soon Laura also posted an update: [From today on, Brittany and I are no longer mother and daughter.]
My family and friends thought it was just an ordinary family dispute and tried to persuade me: [Calm down. Blood ties can't be severed.]
I immediately replied: [Stop trying to convince me. My mother doesn't love me at all and wants to see me die from illness.]
[I even doubt if I'm her biological daughter. How could there be such a heartless mother in this world?]
Then I shared the forged kidney failure diagnosis report in the group chat. My relatives immediately criticized Laura: [Laura, Brittany is your own daughter. She's sick now, you can't abandon her.]
[She's so cold-blooded, giving up her daughter for money.]
[If my daughter were sick, I'd do everything in my power to cure her.]
Laura was shaking with anger and replied: [She doesn't want money, she wants a kidney!]
[She actually wants Jason to donate a kidney to her. She's the truly vicious one!]
She pushed all the blame onto me. Without my rebirth experience, I might have actually felt guilty. But now, I only care about myself.
These relatives probably agreed with Laura, as they all quickly fell silent.
Usually, they had good relationships with me, but now no one was helping me.
[Brittany, you can manage your condition with dialysis. Why do you insist on a kidney? Kyle can't lose a kidney.]
[That's right. A kidney isn't something money can buy. You're going too far.]
I replied with a cold laugh: [Mary, why don't you give me your kidney? People can live with one kidney.]
No one dared to speak up after that. After all, kidneys aren't regenerative organs, and no one wanted to take the risk.
Seeing me criticized by everyone, Kyle pretended to defend me, saying: [I can't give you my kidney, but I'll help you if you're in trouble.]
I didn't believe a word he said.
I ignored him and continued pressing: [We're all family, is there really no one willing to save me? Are you all so heartless?]
No one replied. They clearly didn't want to help me.
Now I felt relieved. Jason's illness would soon manifest. With no relatives willing to help, Kyle would definitely become desperate.
I rented an apartment in the suburbs and got a new job. New York is so big, they'd never find me again.
After settling in, I still made one trip back home.
After graduation, Laura had always controlled my salary. Every time I wanted to move out, she stopped me. She always gave my money to Kyle and Jennifer.
Money that belonged to me—I had to get it back.
The apartment I had trashed last time had been renovated.
When they saw me appear, Laura, Kyle, and Jennifer's faces showed obvious displeasure.
I threw the documents in front of their spaghetti and said, "I don't want the kidney anymore, but you need to pay back all the money you spent on me over the years."
The documents were printed bank statements, clearly recording every penny Laura had taken. They couldn't deny it.
Jennifer screamed when she saw the numbers: "We don't have that much money!"
I said, "This is all money you spent. Pay it back now!"
I sat on the floor, making it clear I wouldn't leave without my money.
Laura waved her hands, trying to drive me away. "I gave birth to you and raised you. I have the right to spend your money. Get out!"
I smiled coldly as I pulled out a small knife and said, "It's fine if you don't pay me back. I don't have long to live anyway, so I might do something impulsive. Jennifer, Jason is in 5th grade, Class B at the elementary school, right?"
Everyone froze, afraid I might really go crazy.
"Fine! I'll give you the money. Now get out!" Laura finally gave in.
I said, "Of course."
After receiving the payment notification, I stood up.
Before leaving, I looked around the apartment my father had left behind and said, "Legally, I should own part of this place too."
Kyle broke down screaming, "Get out! This apartment is mine!"
I didn't say anything more, just left them with a chilling smile.
After that night, they couldn't sleep, fearing I might come back demanding more money.
Eventually, they decided to sell the apartment and move, even planning to transfer Jason to another school.
After all, I was now a desperate terminal patient, and they worried I might do something to harm them.
On their moving day, Jason threw a tantrum because he didn't want to leave his familiar school.
An irritated Kyle slapped Jason, but unexpectedly, Jason immediately passed out.
Laura held Jason, crying out for help. Kyle said, "Stop pretending. I've hit you before and you were fine."
But I knew Jason's kidney failure had flared up.
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