Blurb：
After being reborn into the day before my nephew Jason Hill's kidney failure diagnosis, I knew I had to change my fate. In my previous life, I donated my kidney to save Jason, only to be betrayed by my brother Kyle Hill and his wife Jennifer Clark. They abandoned me after the transplant, leaving me to die alone from kidney failure. This time, I forged a kidney failure diagnosis report myself.When Jason screamed for soda instead of water, I rushed to buy five cases. Let him destroy his kidneys while I protect mine. As Laura Baker coddled her grandson, I plotted my escape. I mentioned getting a physical exam, prompting Jennifer's mockery about tutoring fees. Little did they know I was already steps ahead.
My forged medical report is now in the family group chat. Kyle, Jennifer, and Laura will soon discover their planned kidney donor is "sick." But this time, the only failure will be their scheme. Revenge is sweet when you control the diagnosis.
Content：
After being reborn, the first thing I did was forge a kidney failure diagnosis report.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."
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