Chapter 3 01 Chaos before departure

That was twenty-five days before departure. At that time, I was still an office worker. I was scheduled to leave my job in ten days. I was so busy with job handover and administrative procedures that I didn’t go home until late at night. "Really, you have to leave sooner or later, why are you working so hard?" Whispering inwardly, he untied his tie and walked into the toilet, at this time—— "Wow ah ah ah!" I screamed in the toilet: the urine is bright red! "Why, why is it happening now??????" I had a chronic kidney disease called Nutcracker, which was something that ruptured a vein in my kidney and mixed blood into my pee.It's not a serious illness, but once hematuria occurs, he must be hospitalized and take medicine for one to two weeks.It has been fine for the past two years. I thought it had been cured naturally. For peace of mind, I went to the hospital for an examination half a year ago, and the answer was "no problem". How could this be?

"Why do you act at this critical moment??????" I sat on the toilet with my head in my arms.How can this body cycle around the world?No, what's worse is that the company will not care about my life or death in ten days, and the social insurance will expire at the same time. If the hospitalization time is prolonged, the travel fund will have to be spent on the hospitalization expenses.My dreams are shattered, my job is lost, my life is in darkness, and I am about to become a useless person?????? I felt like someone was dragging my feet, and I kept falling, and the distant memory of the past came to life at this moment.

"Could it be that the fortune-teller's prediction is true?????" I met the fortune-telling lady in a mental hospital.When I was a student, I worked there, and the main content of my work was to take care of patients and chat with them.The granny was wearing a brown cold-proof vest. Although she was a patient living here, her behavior seemed completely normal, so normal that people couldn't understand why she was living here.But she has supernatural powers, she has very strong senses, it is said that as long as she sees your face, she can predict your past and future, and there are rumors in the hospital that she is very accurate.

I have no interest in fortune-telling at all, and I have no intention of asking her for a fortune teller.Once, grandma's dark face approached me coldly, and I didn't ask her, she just started counting on her own. "You have a chronic illness somewhere in your internal organs, right?" Was she right?????? "Dating three women so far." Uh????????????? My past and background were exposed one by one by the fortune-teller.Sure enough, he is a highly skilled fortune teller!However, her prediction of my future was unexpected. "You'll live a life of smooth sailing and happiness! But it's a life that has nothing to do with excitement or adventure."

There is no mistake!I thought to myself, my dream is to cycle around the world for a week?????? After a moment of astonishment, his fighting spirit suddenly ignited.Hehe, isn't this interesting? "Okay—just right! I'm here to change fate, and turn it around with my own power!" From the past, I have been very easy to accept the reality, and immediately accept my fate when encountering things.To be honest, at that time my dream of cycling around the world was still vague, but after listening to my grandma's divination, my blood boiled and I suddenly became motivated. However, five years later, a trip around the world was just around the corner, and I was sitting on the toilet in a suit, listlessly thinking: Why did I pee blood at this critical moment??????

"It's God's will to tell me not to go, pull me back to a smooth life!" The shirt was soaked in cold sweat and was very uncomfortable.I continued to sit on the toilet with my head in my arms, and after a long time I was still unable to move. I didn't go to the hospital until three days later.Because I was afraid that the doctor would ask me to "cancel the trip", I couldn't get enough energy to see a doctor immediately, and the hematuria may also improve naturally.However, after three days, the symptoms still showed no signs of improvement. There was a doctor I knew in the hospital, and with the feeling of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, I poured out my enthusiasm for this trip to him, emphasizing desperately: Even at this point, I plan to set off.Come to think of it, what I said was really unusual.

After the doctor listened to everything, he only said lightly: "I let you catch up with the departure." "Really, really?" So I urgently went through hospital procedures.There are only three weeks left until the official departure.