Chapter 4 — Life Changing Pill

As for Tham Tri Thu, he is also not free. Based on the black pill's physical strength, he took the exam again one year. Sleep two or three hours a day, the rest of the time is spent solving problems. In the second year, he passed the entrance exam to a normal medical college in the same city as me. It also created an online account, named "Thu Thu does not sleep". Every day he livestreams studying for 18 hours. On the table filled with coffee and energy drinks, the status was written extremely harshly: "When others rest, it's time for me to surpass."

“My fate is decided by me, not by God.”

It increases fans very quickly. Many people call it the goddess of energy. When I scrolled through his video, his eye bags were already green, but his hand was still frantically writing the answer. Below the comment section are all compliments: "So cool."

“You tried so hard, sister.”

“This is the transformation of a normal person.”

I scrolled through the video, leaving no comments. It's not molting. It is exhausting itself. The black pill gives it physical strength, but not brains. It can stay up late, but the knowledge crammed into it while staying up late may not turn into real ability. In the second year of university, the school organized an inter-school basic medical knowledge competition. I represent the school to take the exam. Tham Tri Thu also registered to participate. Before the competition, he deliberately came to find me. Haven't seen him in over a year, he's lost a bit of weight, but his eyes are so bright and scary.

“Big sister, long time no see.”

I was standing in front of the library studying, looking at it I just felt unlucky: "What's the matter?" He smiled: "I heard you are the number one seed. What a coincidence, so am I." I couldn't help it: "Is your school full?" Its face stiffened. But he quickly regained his smile: "It's useless to be stubborn. This time I will let everyone know that Tham Tri Ha is not irreplaceable." I closed the book.

“Tham Tri Thu, don't always stare at me.

Your life is not just about defeating me.” His eyes immediately turned cold: "Stop acting so cool."

“What I hate most is your condescending tone.

Wasn't you also like this in your previous life?

“You told me to start from the basics, told me not to take shortcuts, what is the result?

I relied on the black pill to get promoted. What right do you have to speak to me?” I looked at it and suddenly thought it was funny. In my previous life, I relied on black pills to stay up late, but I read books page by page, and I practiced the scalpel by myself, case by case. The black pill helps me not to fall asleep, but it doesn't memorize it for me, nor does it hold a surgical knife for me. Tham Tri Thu always only sees what others achieve, but never sees the price they have to pay. On the day of the competition, Tham Tri Thu performed quite well, it reached the final round. But the final round is the analysis of actual cases. It learns a large amount of knowledge by rote, but does not know how to link it together. It was his turn to answer, he recited the concepts in the book, but could not give a treatment direction. The examiner reminded: “Please combine it with the patient's actual situation.” Sweat broke out on his forehead and his fingers began to tremble. In the end, it only won Third prize. I won first prize. At the award ceremony, he stood on the field stage, eyes like daggers stabbing at me. That evening, I received an anonymous text message: "Second sister, you can't always be this lucky forever." I looked at the screen and immediately blocked the number. But the next day, my specimen notebook in the lab disappeared. It is an important document for final grading. The teacher in charge frowned and asked me: "Tham Tri Ha, are you sure it's here?" I was just about to answer when Tham Tri Thu's voice rang out from outside the door: "Teacher, I think I saw her take that notebook out yesterday." It stood behind the crowd, smiling gently and innocently. I looked at it, smiling coldly. Here we come. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and took action. 5. In the lab, everyone looked at me. Losing a specimen notebook is no small matter. It contains my two-month continuous observation notes. Without it, the final practice grade will be reduced by at least half. Tham Tri Thu stood at the door, her voice barely audible: "Second sister, I didn't mean to say it. It's just that yesterday when I passed by, I actually saw you holding a blue notebook out. Who knows, maybe you left it somewhere?" It says this very cleverly. On the surface it was to help me remember, but in reality it was to nail down the crime I had committed myself. The teacher's face darkened even more: "Tham Tri Ha, experimental notes must be kept carefully. You should know this rule." I nodded: "I know. So I will never take it out of the laboratory." I looked towards the corner of the room: "Teacher, there is a camera in front of the laboratory door, you can check." A flash of panic flashed through Tham Tri Thu's eyes, but she quickly calmed down: "The camera should probably only be able to record outside the door." I smiled: "What a coincidence, I also have one on my desk." Everyone was stunned. I took out a tiny camera from the drawer.

“This was previously used for livestreaming. Recently, when doing experiments, I wanted to record the operation process so I put it here.

Forgot to turn it off yesterday. The smile on Tham Tri Thu's face completely froze. I took out the memory card and plugged it into the teacher's computer. The image is extremely clear. At 7:40 last night, the laboratory was empty. A person wearing a hat and mask swiped a temporary access card, walked straight to me, took out a notebook and put it in his pocket. Even though she covered herself very carefully, the red string on her wrist was too eye-catching. That's what Tham Tri Thu always wears. The teacher immediately looked at him: "Who is this?" Tham Tri Thu's face turned white: "I don't know." I opened another video. At the camera in front of the experimental building, she took off her mask to answer the phone. The face was filmed clearly. The whole laboratory was eerily quiet. The teacher immediately contacted the teacher in charge of his school. Tham Tri Thu finally panicked: "Second sister, I was just joking with you. I don't really want to hurt you." I looked at it: "Stealing lab materials, affecting the exam, is this a joke?" Tears fell immediately: "We are siblings. Are you determined to tear this apart?" I've heard this sentence too many times in my past life. When he borrowed money and didn't pay back, he said we were sisters. When he asked me to clean up his mess, he said we were sisters me. After it kills me, it will probably tell others that it's just too painful. I calmly said: "Teacher, just handle it according to regulations."