Last month, a friend gave me a box of oranges.

I was too lazy to peel and eat them, so I just juiced them and drank the juice, then brewed a pot of black tea and mixed it with the orange juice to drink together.
Surprisingly, it tasted pretty good.
Then, during that time, I suddenly noticed my urine was very yellow, sometimes reddish, and had a strong smell.
At first, I didn’t think much of it, but later I talked to others, and they said this situation wasn’t good, and it’s best to see a doctor.
I looked it up online and found out it was uremia. My heart sank.
Thinking about my miserable first half of life, living so hard, working alone tirelessly, and now that I’m middle-aged and finally making some progress, I might have to leave this world...
I couldn’t sleep well every night, and I was afraid to go to the hospital for tests, worried I might see the real results.
So I just suppressed my feelings during the day, silently cried at night, and wrote a will in my mind.
When I finally gathered the courage to accept it calmly and scheduled