Chapter 9 — Life Changing Pill

11. When the police arrived, Tham Tri Thu fell into a coma. It was taken immediately to the emergency hospital. The two men tied me up and controlled me on the spot. Very quickly, they confessed that it was Tham Tri Thu who gave them the money and asked them to "invite" me to come. His original plan was to force me to record a video admitting the reincarnation story and the secret of the pill, then use it to blackmail me into treating him. If I didn't cooperate, they would injure me and pretend that I was mentally ill. The police asked me: “Why is your sister haunted by these strange words?” I was silent for two seconds: "Maybe it's because I have four-way cough." They nodded and did not ask further questions. The story of reincarnation with magic medicine, no one believes it when told. I don't need others to believe either. Tham Tri Thu was treated in critical condition and was then supervised by the police. For health reasons, he was temporarily detained for treatment at the hospital. The first thing after waking up was that he asked to see me. I'm not going. He then asked the nurse to convey: "Second sister, I was wrong. I really know my mistake." After listening, I just felt tired. A late apology is lighter than a blade of grass. During the investigation of the case, its management company quickly unilaterally terminated the contract. Brands simultaneously demanded compensation. The fan association announced its closure. The people who used to surround her called her their close "older sister", and more than half of them disappeared overnight. The people who stayed also turned around to expose the scandal, kicking him a few more times: "So she's always been acting in a tragic way."

“Kidnapping your own sister is too scary.”

“Before, I was truly blind.”

It collapsed completely. It collapsed even faster and more tragically than in its previous life. A month later, Tham Tri Thu was prosecuted for many crimes: kidnapping, slander, unsuccessfully hiring someone to intentionally cause injury... Considering her health condition, the trial process was prolonged for a while. On court day, I arrived. Not to see its jokes. It's about giving your past self a complete answer. On trial, Tham Tri Thu wore baggy clothes and his whole body was skinny. Seeing me, his eyes immediately turned red: "Second sister." The judge reminded him to keep order. It lowered its head. When it was my turn to present, I submitted all the evidence from the moment it was reborn: stealing money, slandering, bribing roommates, inciting fans, until the final kidnapping. Each term is clear. Every step is solid. His lawyer tried to use psychological pressure and illness to plead for a reduced charge. I only said one sentence: "She is always very alert."

“She was conscious of being jealous of me, and also conscious of harming me.”

Tham Tri Thu suddenly broke down and cried: "That's because you never help me!"

“You are clearly my sister!”

"You were the same in your previous life, you always said you wanted to be good for me, but you refused to give me what I wanted the most!"

The whole court was silent. I looked at it: "What do you want most?" He cried and shouted: "I want to win you!"

“I want everyone to see me!”

“I don't want to live forever hiding behind your back!”

I nodded: "That's why you stole, slandered, kidnapped, and even killed people in your past life."

“Tham Tri Thu, you don't want to be seen see."

“It's that you want to step on others to be seen.”

It was dumbfounded. I continued: "From childhood to adulthood, your parents favored you, your teachers encouraged you, and I also helped you."

“But she only remembers that other people are better than her.

She considers all those differences as hurtful to her.”

“The person you hate is not me.”

“What she hates is her laziness and unwillingness to make an effort but not being willing to live her own ordinary life.”

It's face was gray, like it had been drained of its last bit of vitality. At the end of the trial, he was sentenced to 12 years in prison. When the news spread, the internet was noisy for a few days, then was quickly overwhelmed by other hot events. The thing Tham Tri Thu feared the most finally happened. It's been forgotten. As for me, I continued to work, go to the hospital, have surgery, and write medical records. Life does not become great joy and compassion because of its downfall. Just a lot quieter. Three months later, an old man came to the hospital looking for me. He wore old cloth clothes and carried a faded cloth bag. The first moment I saw him, the medical records in my hand almost fell to the ground. He is an old wanderer doctor. He is much older than he was 12 years ago. But his eyes were still as sharp as before. He smiled and asked me: "Girl, 10 years are almost over, right?" 12. I invited the traditional doctor to a small noodle shop near the hospital. He ordered a bowl of clear noodles and ate very slowly. I sat opposite, my heart filled with so many questions.

“What exactly are those two pills?”

He took a sip of broth: "It's not a fairy pill, nor is it poison."

“It's just something that magnifies greed in the human mind.”

I frowned: "What do you mean?" He looked at me: "The white pill can adjust your body shape, but if you rely on it to overeat and live carelessly, your body will sooner or later not be able to stand it."

“The black pill can improve morale, but if you use it like selling your life, your internal organs will be depleted sooner or later.”

“The effect of the medicine is ten years.”

“During those ten years, if people know how to handle it, it will be a help.”

“But if people are insatiable, it is a curse for their lives.”

I was silent for a long time. In my previous life, I also ate black pills. I stayed up late, risking my life to exhaust myself. Just before I could wait for the day to be completely betrayed, I was killed by Tham Tri Thu. If it weren't for that incident, perhaps after the age of 30, I would have had to pay a similar price. The healer seemed to see through my thoughts: "In your previous life, you also went off track." I smiled bitterly: "Yes." At that time I was too impatient. In a hurry to make money, in a hurry to get out of the country, in a hurry to prove that you can take care of the whole family. The black pill gave me confidence, but also made me forget that my body was just mortal flesh. In this life, I was forced to accept the white pill. But thanks to that, I learned how to stop. Learn how to eat, sleep, learn how to refuse responsibilities that do not belong to you. The healer put down his chopsticks: "Where is your sister?"

“In prison.”

He sighed: "In his destiny there is no shortage of opportunities, what he lacks is the knowledge of enough." I asked him: "Why did you give us medicine?"