Chapter 8 — Life Changing Pill

He immediately shook his head: "No. I can't stop."

“It was very difficult for me to become famous.”

“If I stop, the fans will forget me, all resources will be lost, and the company will abandon me.”

I looked at it and suddenly remembered my past life when it knelt in the hallway and begged me to borrow money for cosmetic surgery. At that time it also had this expression. Afraid of losing my aura, afraid of having to return to being a normal person. But what's wrong with being a normal person? Eat well, sleep peacefully, and take your own steps forward. That has been a huge blessing. Tham Tri Thu grabbed my sleeve: "Second sister, help me. Aren't you a doctor? You can operate on me, or prescribe medicine for me. Surely you have a way." I withdrew my hand: "I'm not a fairy." Its eyes slowly changed.

"It's because you don't want to save me."

“Tham Tri Ha, you just want to see me die.”

I laughed: "You see, you have never changed."

“When you ask for help from others, you call your second sister. When you get rejected, you turn around and scold me cruelly.”

His voice became sharp: "You are inherently evil!"

“You knew the black pill would be like this, why didn't you tell me?”

“I've said it before.”

It was stunned. I continued: "But you don't believe it." The hospital room fell silent. He suddenly burst out laughing, laughing until tears filled his eyes: "It turns out you've been waiting for this day for a long time. Watching me rot away step by step, your heart feels so good, right?" I seriously thought for a moment, then replied: "Not refreshing." It looked up at me. I continued: “I just feel noisy.”

"Tham Tri Thu, no matter how rotten your life is, please stop bothering me."

After saying that, I turned around and left. When I walked out the door, his dark voice rang out from behind: "Tham Tri Ha, don't force me." I stopped walking: "You also said this sentence in your previous life." It startled and looked up. I turned back to look at it: “And then, you killed me.” The last bit of blood on Tham Tri Thu's face immediately drained away. 10. After that night, Tham Tri Thu was at peace for a few days. It doesn't look for me anymore. I thought at least he was afraid. Because I told him frankly that I remember everything from my past life. But I still underestimate it. A person so stubborn that he can kill his own sister will never turn back just because of a few words. On discharge from the hospital, he did not go home to rest. Which opens the livestream. In the camera, it was wearing a hospital gown and its face was pale. He cried and said, "I'm sick."

“But my only biological relative not only didn't help, but also said I deserved it.”

“I don't know how much longer I can last.”

It didn't say my name, but everyone knew it was me. Hot search exploded again.

“Tham Tri Thu is seriously ill.”

“Tham Tri Ha refused to save his biological sister.”

“The cold-blooded doctor's sister.”

My hospital gate was surrounded by reporters. Someone from the patient's family recognized me and whispered loudly: "Is that her? My sister is that sick and she still doesn't bother to save me." I don't explain. Healthcare has its own rules. Love cannot stand above rules. Furthermore, between me and Tham Tri Thu, there has long been no more friendship. The hospital quickly issued a notice, clarifying Tham's case Tri Thu was treated according to the correct regimen, there was absolutely no way the doctor refused to examine or treat her. But netizens don't care. They just want to watch drama. A crazy fan sent a dead mouse to the hospital for me. Someone texted and cursed: "People like you don't deserve to be doctors."

“Your sister died because of you.”

The dean called me up to talk: "Tri Ha, do you want to take a few days off?" I shook my head: "No need." The dean sighed: "This little sister of yours is really..." He didn't finish his sentence. I smiled: "It's okay, I'm used to it." But things quickly escalated. One night shift, I just walked out the back door of the hospital and was about to go to the convenience store to buy food. As soon as I reached the beginning of the alley, a van suddenly stopped. Two men rushed out and used towels to cover my mouth and nose. The harsh chemical smell wafted straight into my nose. I held my breath and elbowed hard behind me. That person cursed in pain. But the other guy grabbed me by my hair and pulled me into the car. During the chaos, I was able to press the emergency call button on my phone. Then my eyes darkened. When I woke up, I found myself in an abandoned house. Hands tied, mouth taped. Tham Tri Thu sat opposite me. It wore a baggy jacket and mask, revealing only bloodshot red eyes streaked with blood.

“Big sister, you're awake.”

I looked at it coldly. He pulled the tape off my mouth.

“Does it hurt?”

"It's nothing compared to the time you switched the medicine and caused death in your previous life."

His face changed: "That's because you deserve it!"

“If you help me, why should I do that?”

I'm too lazy to argue with him: "Kidnapping the doctor, Tham Tri Thu, you really don't want to live anymore." He smiled faintly: "I'm probably not going to be able to live anymore."

“But before I die, I won't let you live in peace.”

It took out a stack of documents.

“Sign.”

I glanced over. That is what is called a “voluntary declaration”. The main idea is that I admit that I know the secret about the special medicine, voluntarily and unconditionally treat Tham Tri Thu and bear all responsibility and risks. I almost laughed out loud: "Have you been watching too many TV shows?" He slammed his hand on the table: "Sign!"

“I definitely have a way.

If you can prevent yourself from being betrayed by the white pill, then you can definitely save me.” I calmly replied: "My way is not to stab myself to death."

“You can't learn this.”

It was so angry that its whole body trembled: "Tham Tri Ha!" Looking at his face becoming increasingly pale, I deliberately spoke slowly: "Your heart is beating very erratically right now, isn't it?"

“My chest is tight, my limbs are numb, my ears are ringing.”

His pupils shrank: "How do you know?"

“Because your illness is about to take effect.”

It instinctively hugged its chest tightly. I continued to press: "If you let me go now, I can tell the police to call an ambulance."

“Otherwise, if it continues any longer, you probably won't be able to wait until the day of trial.”

Tham Tri Thu glared at me, trying to judge whether I was scaring him or not. The next second, his face changed violently, and he fell from the chair to the ground. Two men standing outside the door heard the noise and rushed in. While they were panicking, I shouted loudly: "She has a heart arrhythmia! If you don't want her to die, untie me!" One of them turned pale in fear and actually ran to untie me. I quickly moved my wrist, immediately pressed an emergency acupuncture point for Tham Tri Thu, and told them to call 120 (emergency). From afar, police sirens also began to sound. Tham Tri Thu lay on the ground, holding my sleeve with difficulty. For the first time, true, extreme fear appeared in its eyes.

“Second sister…
Don't let me die..." I bent down to look at it: "I will save the patient. But after being saved, if you deserve to go to jail, you still have to go to jail."