Chapter 7 — Life Changing Pill

After graduating, I could have stayed at a tertiary hospital in a big city. The instructor also helped me get a spot. But I proactively asked to return to the grassroots level for 2 years. Many people don't understand.

"Your profile is so beautiful, it's too expensive to go to the district level."

I don't think it's a waste. In my previous life, I left too quickly. Always wanted to climb high, wanted to make money, wanted to be the mainstay for Tham Tri Thu. In this life, I want to take steady steps. District hospital conditions are very limited. Sometimes there is a lack of equipment, sometimes the patient has no money, sometimes the patient's family member says something that makes the person feel so angry that their chest hurts. But here is closest to real life. There was a guy who, after surgery, insisted on giving me some home-grown sweet potatoes. I didn't accept it, he panicked and almost cried: "Doctor Tham, you saved my life, I have nothing of value..." In the end I had to accept two potatoes. At night, steam it up and eat it, it's so sweet. During that time, my social network channel orientation also changed. Let's not talk about studying for university entrance exams anymore, but instead switch to disseminating easy-to-understand health knowledge for ordinary people.

“In any case, you need to go to the hospital for stomach pain.”

“Don't take weight loss pills indiscriminately.”

“How to read medical examination results.”

Thanks to my simple way of speaking, many older aunts and uncles also followed me. Someone left a comment: "Doctor Tham's explanation is so easy to understand, even clearer than what my son said." Reading these comments, I feel very peaceful. In contrast to me, Tham Tri Thu is showing more and more unusual signs. On the red carpet, he was smiling and suddenly stiffened. While livestreaming, his fingers trembled uncontrollably. On set, there were times when he suddenly lost consciousness for a short period of time. The management company used every means to cover up these matters. Fan also helped him explain: "My sister is just too tired."

“Anti-fans should stop spreading nonsense.”

Until he participated in a reality show and suddenly had a nosebleed. Blood dripped down the white dress, all the guests panicked. Its first reaction was to look at the camera. Then smiled and said: "It's okay, I can still continue." At that moment, I suddenly found it pitiful. It can no longer distinguish whether it is living or acting out a living scene. The program aired, its "devotion" became a hot search again. I don't care, nor do I comment. Just send him a text message: "Go to the hospital for a general checkup." He replied immediately: "Please stop cursing me."

“Are you expecting me to fall?”

I typed: “Tham Tri Thu, the black pill is not a miracle drug.” It replied: "Sure enough, you are jealous of me." I put down the phone. If one person doesn't want to wake up, the other person's screaming will be useless. After two years of supporting at the district level, I returned to work at the city hospital. Thanks to my solid foundation experience, I quickly became a key training factor of the department. At the age of 30, I became the chief medical doctor (Chief Physician). That's also the year, the pill's 10-year period is less than 3 months. I started going for regular health check-ups. The indicators are all very normal. The white pill did not harm me at all. Or talk rather, I didn't give it a chance to react. I eat normally, exercise normally, never binge eat, and don't rely on it to maintain my figure. The physical advantage that it brings, I use to propagate public knowledge, use it to earn money to pay tuition, and use it to pave the way for my career. But don't let it live my life for me. As for Tham Tri Thu's side, the situation deteriorated rapidly. After the second fainting on set, he was admitted to my own hospital. The nurse on duty called me with a very complicated expression: "Doctor Tham, a celebrity has just been brought in. She seems to be your sister." I walked to the emergency room door. Through the glass, I saw Tham Tri Thu lying on the hospital bed. It had removed its makeup, its face was gray, and it was so thin that its shoulder blades protruded. It opened its eyes and saw me. The first sentence was: "Big sister, save me." 9. I did not enter. The doctor on duty will handle it according to the correct procedure. I'm his family member, I don't want to interfere. Furthermore, I don't want to interfere. Tham Tri Thu is scheduled to be hospitalized. The test results were very bad. Heart arrhythmia, abnormal liver and kidney index, and nervous system problems also occur. Simply put, its body is like an old machine forced to run at maximum capacity. Every part is smoking. The representative was in such a hurry that he walked around: "Doctor, is there any way for her to recover a little faster? She has a brand event the day after tomorrow." The on-site doctor's face darkened: "She needs to rest now, not go to an event." Tham Tri Thu was lying on the hospital bed. Hearing that, she tried to sit up: "No."

“I definitely have to go to that event.”

The representative also advised in a low voice: "Thu Thu, the fee for violating the contract is very high." I stood outside the door, listening and laughing. In her previous life, she married into a wealthy family, her body collapsed and she was abandoned by her husband's family. In this life, he entered showbiz, his body collapsed and he was exploited by his contract. It always thinks that if it changes to another path, it can beat me. But it never thought that each of its paths was built from vanity and greed. In the evening, he asked the nurse to call me. I was originally going to refuse. The nurse looked awkward: "Doctor Tham, she kept crying, saying she only asked to see you once." I walked in. In the hospital room, there was only him alone. He took off his mask, his face no longer had the gorgeous sophistication in front of the camera. The bottom of his eyes were full of red blood.

“Second sister.”

His voice is very light.

“Are you about to die?”

I stood at the door: "The doctor will inform you of your condition." He smiled bitterly: "You don't even bother to lie to me." I was silent. He stared at me for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Why are you okay?"

“Doesn't the white pill have a price to pay?”

I looked at it: "You finally remembered to ask this question." He grabbed the blanket tightly: "What do you mean?"

“The white pill helps people eat without getting fat, but that doesn't mean it allows people to binge eat.”

“In her previous life, she considered it like a golden card to avoid death, every day she ate and drank pot, drank alcohol, stayed up late, took random drugs.”

“Ten years later her body collapsed, she blamed the white pill.

But the one who really destroys you is yourself.” Tham Tri Thu's face white: "No way. You lied to me." I calmly continued: “The same goes for the black pill.”

“Just because it keeps you from falling asleep, doesn't mean your body doesn't need to rest.”

“You treat it like a cash machine, now it's time to pay off the debt.”

Tears fell: "So what should we do now?"

“Stop work, get treatment, and rest for a long time.”