When my nephew was six months old, he was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. I told my sister-in-law to keep his insulin in the refrigerator, but she thought I was trying to harm him. The insulin quickly lost its potency after being left in the scorching sun, and by the time my nephew was one, he had been diagnosed with uremia. My sister-in-law blamed everything on me. They drugged my food, knocked me out, and took me to an unlicensed clinic, where they transplanted my kidney into my nephew. When I was close to death, they removed all my organs and sold them to organ traffickers, leaving me to die in unbearable agony. Thankfully, Heaven took pity on me and gave me another chance. This time, I'll put my kindness aside and respect other people's fates.
