After Becoming a Little Sister

Ke Cuangtang spread out the scalpel, and began to choose the blade and handle of the scalpel: "Steamed buns or something, it doesn't matter, I just want to find an excuse... You are annoying, arrogant, arrogant, selfish, yin and yang... — but none of that matters.”

She assembled the scalpel and pointed it at the sun outside the window, as if cutting the sun in half: "The reason why I want to find an excuse to take revenge is just because you are her sister... Sorry, I am indeed Because of the hatred for your sister, but all of this is done by myself, and has nothing to do with my sister's death... Would it be a little difficult to understand? But your sister is really annoying, that kind of person... No heart."

"I, my sister is also very guilty!" The victim struggled to sit up without knowing where the strength came from: "She regrets it too!"

"Regret? Regret what?"

"She also regrets that she didn't care about your sister at the beginning—she has always regretted it!"

"...Is that so, she told you so?" As she spoke, she knocked on the sugar and lifted the hair on her forehead, revealing the scar on her forehead.

The victim's eyes widened, not knowing what it meant, but the scar was deep, grim, with traces of stitches.

When this kind of scar appeared on a girl's face, it dawned on her why Ke Cuangtang always liked to wear it long.

"Your sister and I have actually met each other. A few years ago, not long after my sister committed suicide... I read my sister's diary at that time, so I went to your house and wanted to ask your sister for an explanation. You are not at home, we missed met for the first time."

"me……"

"Do you know what she said?"

"My sister—I don't know..."

"She said let me go, my sister's death was self-inflicted, and she had nothing to do with it. If I go again, she will directly sue me, and she beat me out with a mop. The wound was left by her—a Fa-student is amazing, he beat me and said I was burglary..."

Ke Fangtang smiled and put down the hair on his forehead, and adjusted his makeup in front of a small mirror next to him: "How can such a woman have a heart? Guilt or something, probably only pretends to say it in front of your sister." In other words, it's like my sister can only pretend to be strong in front of me..."

But my sister is pretending to be strong and confident, but in essence she is cowardly, timid, and has nothing.

Her older sister is pretending to be gentle and kind, but in essence——

"Essentially, your sister is a monster in human skin... like devouring a good demon, can you understand that feeling?"

"I don't know... please... I really don't know... don't come here..."

The victim girl cried and struggled, completely lacking the courage to argue with the sugar cube.

Perhaps it was because the girl's eyes were too terrifying, or it might be because the knife in her hand was too sharp.

But anyway, she just wants to live now, find someone to save herself, or escape from here.

Ke Fangtang looked at her for a few seconds, and finally put down the knife in his hand silently, and put her mouth restraint again: "I'd better wait with you later, there are more important things to do now."

As she said that, she turned to look at the boy next to her: "Long time no see... What should I call you? Qin—Young Master?"

Mr. Qin struggled hard, pursed his lips and remained silent, that face that was actually pretty handsome now had a distorted and angry expression.

"Give up, this dose of muscle relaxant, even Schwarzenegger can't hold it." Kefangtang began to put gloves on himself, and by the way, untied the other party's mouth: "Mr. Qin knows why I would Appear here?"

"Who the hell are you?" He asked, gritted his teeth, with resentment: "I never remember offending you!"

"...So you didn't remember anything about our conversation before?"

"What do you remember?" After struggling for a while to no avail, Mr. Qin panted heavily, "What does your sister's suicide by jumping off a building have anything to do with me! I'm not from your school! I don't even know you!"

"That's right. Although it's easy to be cheated by being caught on a casual date, you really don't know me."

Knocking on the sugar cube for a moment, he reminded, "Do you still remember that good-looking tutor big sister when you were in the third year of high school?"

"I'm tall—you?!"

Mr. Qin's eyes widened, as if recalling something, he looked at the other's delicate and gentle face: "Sister Ruan Tang! No, you..."

"Sister Ruan Tang...you really sound so affectionate..." Ke Fangtang smiled and raised his hand to touch his face: "It's obvious that you call so affectionate, and it's obvious that my sister and I look so similar, but you are completely I can't remember, you are so strange."

She picked up the scalpel next to her, walked over and patted the other person's thigh lightly: "Don't be so nervous, I don't have any enmity with you, I just want to know, when you and my sister—"

As she said this, she sat sideways by the window, raised her hair around her ears, and looked at Mr. Qin shyly and timidly: "What happened with my sister back then? In her diary, she can actually understand you." "You must like her too, right?"

"I...I...yes!" Mr. Qin opened his mouth, his eyes flickering: "That's right! I've always-I like Sister Ruan Tang very much!"

"Really? Then why did you break up?"

"It's my parents—they forced me! I'm not allowed to contact her!"

"Is that so..." Kefangtang pursed his lips, nodded, and his voice gradually lowered: "So it's like this..."

Then she turned her head, put the mouth restraint on him again, and gently smoothed his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead.

For a moment, Mr. Qin's eyes were in a trance, as if he saw the big sister back then——

Immediately afterwards, his expression began to twist, his eye sockets widened to the maximum, but his pupils began to shrink. The pain made his muscles tense, and he even twitched. Whoosh.

Accompanied by the transmission of the pain, it was the horrifying scene after his eyes moved down——

Ke Fangtang didn't look back, but raised the scalpel, and cut his thigh gently and steadily, bit by bit.

It's not just clothes, but muscles—the muscles from the skin to the inside, just like cutting a cake, gently rolled over with the passing of the blade, blood oozes out, and then cuts the texture, making the cut surface become blurred.

"You lied to me, Mr. Qin." Ke Fangtang pressed his cheek against his ear, and his tone became more gentle: "In my sister's diary, it is written that you took pictures of her while she was unconscious. Threatening photos and videos of her... Is this liking?"

As she spoke, she touched the other person's face with her other free hand: "I also put a camera here to take pictures of all this. If recording the injury process is called liking... then I should like it too. Yours?"

"Mmmmmmmmm!!!"

At the same time, downstairs in the medical school building, a hand paused for two seconds on the edge of the trash can.

Finally, that hand threw a lollipop stick into it...

PS: After touching for a few days, I feel more tired than not touching fish.

PS2: continue tomorrow

Section 1144 1112.8-On that day, I finally recalled the division of supernatural reasoning...

Why do human beings hurt each other? For this question, Aliya has only one answer——

"Greek milk!"

As she said so, she showed the yogurt she just bought to the nurse at the door: "To be exact, it's Greek yogurt!"

"..." The lady nurse blinked her eyes: "That—the 8th floor, it's the intensive care unit. My little sister is going to register."

"Why?" Aliya tilted her head: "Wash more?"

"Ah this-"

"Forget it, just register." Alia wrote down her name in the registration book in a fluttering manner: "My name is Ai Liya, I'm leaving, remember, I'm the strongest little fairy in Dongshan University! "

The nurse groaned for half a second before forcing out a smile: "Little sister, why don't we... let's go to the third floor first? As for the psychiatry department, there are a few good doctors there..."

"Oh, dear sister, are you free? Today is February 2th, the Lantern Festival—shouldn't we respect the emperor—cough, I mean, eat glutinous rice balls?"

"It's not that I don't have any spare time, it's just—"

"It's okay, just forget it when you're free, I'll just ask, it's nothing else."

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"If I cut from here, your thigh tendon will be completely severed, and then..."

In the intensive care ward on the 8th floor, a special 'love' is unfolding.

He used all means to get into a ward in the corner and kowtowed sugar cubes undisturbed, teaching Mr. Qin how to do surgery.

She, who has been half blackened, has an amazing oppressive force at this moment, and the victimized girl watching this scene dare not even say a word.

It's right to think about it, facing this terrifying existence that can cut into other people's bodies with a smile, how can this kind of girl who has never seen the world have the courage to fight against it?After all, not everyone is the kind of existence who is used to blood and hatred.

The thigh muscles that were cut open were being stitched at this time, and the sugar cubes were being knocked very carefully and meticulously, as if they were reviewing their homework.

"It's very important to stop the bleeding... And if you use this kind of thinner new thread for the stitches, you don't need to remove them, they will be absorbed by the body naturally, leaving only a shallow scar in the end... You said that if I put your Cut off all your limbs and sew them together again, will everyone think that I have completely cut off your limbs? It seems that this can be done..."

She was doing all this mutteringly, and then her hair fell down, covering half of her forehead and her lifeless eyes.

It doesn't matter—it doesn't matter anymore, it's just a useless show, let the world remember that I have been here.

"Tuk tuk..."

The sound of knocking on the door pulled her out of the trance.

Because of this trance, the sewing action was too strong, and the whole thread was pulled on Mr. Qin's thigh, creating the feeling of the drawstring pocket suddenly tightening.

"Well?!!"

Arching half of his body like a carp straightening up, Mr. Qin's forehead was dripping with sweat, and his eyes were so painful that they almost protruded.

"Hello? Is anyone here? Check the ward, and today is February 2th. We sent glutinous rice balls over for the Lantern Festival."

The voice at the door was very gentle. Outside the frosted window at the door, there was a projection of a corridor light shining in. It was a woman of not tall stature.

Silent for half a second, Ke Fangtang put down the things in his hands, took off his gloves and put on a mask: "Here we come, please wait a moment."

The two people on the bed struggled violently, as if they had seen the dawn of hope.

Help!Save us - catch this monster!

But the footsteps of Ke Fang Tang paused, and looked back at them, with a tricky smile on the corner of his mouth, and closed the curtain.

"Uh-uh!!"

But their struggles were completely blocked by the heavy curtains, only the rustling sound of struggles, as if they were turning over on the bed.

The door was opened, and a girl in a nurse's uniform stood at the door, showing a gentle smile like a small white flower to Ke Fangtang.

"Hi sister, are you busy?"

"...Hmm." Kefangtang's eyes flickered, and he held a syringe in his hand openly.

Seeing the other person's gaze shifting over, she showed the syringe in her hand: "I just planned to inject the patient with today's medicine, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, it's not a holiday today, so I'll bring you some glutinous rice balls, you can eat or not, just express your heart, after all..."

The girl was still holding a plate in her hand, and gestured to the door number next to her with her chin.

Ke Fangtang nodded, after all, this is an intensive care unit, commonly known as a VIP room, and the hospital earns most of its income from these people.

She reached out to take the plate: "Leave it to me."