Little Demon — A Slice of the Will

Mr. Chu, your wound needs redressing. Should I do it now? Whenever. How old are you?

Don't you know when I was born? Who taught you that? No one. I figured it out. There's a phone repair stand in the alley,

run by Uncle Wu. When he's free, he lets me use his phone, It's got everything on it. There's a lady who teaches how to spot fakes,

I've watched so many episodes, She has over three million followers. Shouldn't you have come back home? Why?

This home is nothing special. There's hot water, twelve bathrooms, someone cooks for you.

It's better than under a bridge. If you really want to die, jump headfirst off the building. Third floor.

That's enough. It's all over. What did you say? I said if you really want to die,

just jump off the building. Slicing your wrist is too slow. You didn't even cut deep. It hurts and you won't die.

Plus it costs money. When I lived under the bridge on South Street, Grandpa Zhang next door wanted to die too. He chose jumping off a bridge.

It was over in a second. Didn't spend a cent. This wrist-cutting of yours, just the gauze, medication, and pads,

costs how much? What a loss. What do you actually want? Before you die,

write your will properly. If you truly die, I can't do anything about it. So I suggest you think again.

About what? About how much money you have. If you're rich enough that your uncle can't take it all,

you can die. I get a slice anyway. If there's not that much, then hold off on dying.

Stay alive and watch him. Don't let him steal. You're ten times smarter than that uncle.

That's because he talks you into dying, but I talk you into doing something useful first.

Not the same. Eat this to hold you over. It's a bit dirty, but the half I bit,

I ate myself. This side's clean. Oh, you must be Niannian.

Your uncle finally got you back. Tingye, I brought you some medicine. The one you were taking,

I asked an expert; side effects are too strong. So I found someone to switch to a milder one.

So you're that uncle. Coming here with medicine, are you bringing help or harm? Niannian, you're so witty.

Dr. Gu, this is from Professor Zhou at the city hospital. Tingye's old med was too addictive.

I worry about his liver. I'm not familiar with that, and I need to verify. No need for trouble.

I already had Zhou write the report. It's clipped under the bag. Tingye, how's your wrist?

Let your uncle see. Dr. Gu, about the med I mentioned— stop the old one first.

Use this instead Gentler on him Better for him Let me see that bottle

What are you doing