Chapter 5 — Life Changing Pill

When Tham Tri Thu was being led away, she looked back and glared at me cruelly: "Tham Tri Ha, you are very cruel." I replied: "It's because you taught me." This matter was handled very quickly. He was given a disciplinary record by the school, disqualified from receiving scholarships and emulation titles, and had to publicly apologize. He was not convinced and went online to write a "heart letter".

“I just wanted to have a little joke with my excellent older sister, but she cornered me instead.”

“From childhood to adulthood, she was always better than me, I just wanted to prove myself.”

It wants to play the miserable victim. But netizens did not believe this performance. Very quickly, someone dug it out and discovered it was the younger sister who stole her tuition money the other day. Some people also dug up the livestream video showing off its "no sleep". The comment area was filled with criticism: "Stealing things is a joke?"

“This sister was born specifically to harm her biological sister, right?”

“Run quickly, stay away from this girl.”

Tham Tri Thu's account has lost followers miserably. He got mad and destroyed things in the dormitory. He called me dozens of phone calls, but I didn't pick up any of them. That night, he changed his number and texted me: "Do you think this will defeat me?"

“I still have the black pill.”

“As long as I don't fall, I will one day turn the tide.”

After reading, I saved the screenshot. My roommate Lam Duyet leaned closer and asked: "Is your sister a bit stubborn?" I replied: “It's not 'slightly'.” She swallowed her saliva: "Then you'll be more careful in the future." I nodded: "I'm always careful." But I didn't expect that Tham Tri Thu's next target was not me, but the people around me. A month later, Lam Duyet suddenly had unusual behavior. Before, he was very close to me, eating and going to school together. But lately, he often sneaks calls from me. Seeing me approaching, he immediately turned off the phone. I asked and he stammered: "Nothing, just a small matter at home." I'm not exposing it. Until Friday night, I went back to the dormitory to get the documents. The door is not locked. I pushed the door open and walked in, seeing Lam Duyet standing in front of my desk. Holding my USB in my hand. Hearing the noise, he was so scared that there was no blood left on his face: "Tri Ha, why are you back?" I looked at the thing in his hand: "I should have asked you this question." Lam Duyet's tears immediately fell: "I'm sorry. I really have no choice. She said as long as I delete all your documents, she will give me 50,000 yuan (about 170 million VND)." I slowly closed the door: "Her?" Lam Duyet sobbed and trembled: "Your sister." I took out my phone and turned on the recording function.

“Tell me from the beginning.”

6. Lam Duyet recounted everything very thoroughly. His father is seriously ill and the family urgently needs money. Tham Tri Thu didn't know where to get the information from, so she took the initiative to find him. Initially, we invited him to eat and buy him clothes. Then there is direct transfer. The demands are also increasingly excessive. From asking about my schedule, to secretly looking at my documents. Finally, I erased all of my provincial project registration documents. Having finished speaking, Lam Duyet cried silently: "Tri Ha, I'm really just temporarily confused. I haven't deleted it yet, really." I looked at him: "What were you doing with the USB just now?" He bowed his head: "She said there must be results for her tonight." I don't scold Lam Duyet. Cursing doesn't help. Betrayal is betrayal. I handed over the recording file and screenshot of the transfer to the teacher in charge, then reported it to the police. Lam Duyet was given a serious warning by the school and all benefits were cut off. Tham Tri Thu for inciting document theft continued to be warned and named. His school finally couldn't stand it anymore and decided to suspend him for observation. But this time he didn't go online and cry like before. It changed tactics. It started marketing itself frantically.

“The girl's efforts were not understood by her family.”

“People pursuing medical dreams only sleep 2 hours a day.”

“Being pressured by your sister but never admitting defeat.”

Short video platforms love this type of dramatic scenario. It cut out all the parts that were unfavorable to myself, molding me into a cold-blooded older sister. At first, he actually fooled quite a few people. Someone ran in and scolded me: "Your sister just wants to try hard, why do you have to force her to destroy her?"

“Do you have the right to bully others if you learn from a master?”

I don't respond. I'm busy studying for final exams, busy working on topics, busy following the professor to the hospital to practice. Three days later, a large account (KOL) posted a long article. All evidence of Tham Tri Thu stealing money, stealing notebooks, and bribing roommates was compiled. The timeline is extremely clear. The wind changed direction immediately. Tham Tri Thu's comment area fell. But it became famous through the "dark pink" path (famous through scandal). There is an entertainment management company contacting it. It is said that she has beauty and is full of controversy, very suitable for entering showbiz. He immediately dropped out of school. It sent me a photo of the signed contract.

“Second sister, look.

Being a doctor is too slow. Now I have a faster route.” I looked at that contract photo, without the slightest wavering in my heart. In his previous life, he also entered showbiz. Relying on beauty, relying on tricks, relying on men to support her. Rises very quickly, but falls also very quickly. In this life, it doesn't have the white pill's perfect body and naturally beautiful skin. It can only exhaust itself with the black pill's strength. Filming, livestreaming, gameshows, advertising. Others run 2 shows a day, it can run 5 shows. It calls it "devotion to the profession". Fans call it "Three Princesses who risk their lives". Only I know, it is selling its life day by day. In my third year of university, I received a national scholarship. The instructor introduced me to the hospital affiliated with the school for pre-training. The first time I entered the operating room to observe, I stood in a corner, my palms sweaty. Memories of my past life came back suffocatingly. Surgical lights. The sound of cutlery colliding. The heart rate monitor beeped. And a pool of bright red blood before I died. The instructor saw that my face didn't look good and asked, "Are you scared?" I shook my head: "No."

“So what is it?”

I stared at the operating table, slowly exhaled a long breath: "It's awe." The teacher smiled: "Remember this feeling. The doctor's biggest fear is not the shaking hands, but the wandering mind, the lack of caution." I nodded. In my previous life, I climbed to the position of Dean thanks to you black medicine, but also thanks to countless times forcing myself to be very careful on the operating table. Without the black pill in this life, I would be even more alert. I know I'm tired, and I also know I'm scared. That's why I appreciate every opportunity to be on the surgery table even more. Half a year later, Tham Tri Thu participated in a reality show. During the program, the MC asked him: "I heard that you studied medicine before, why did you go into showbiz?"