My Sister Was Stabbed 17 Times, and I Knelt in the Military Compound with My Parents' Military Medals.

At the end of my freshman year, I won a general scholarship, and I couldn't wait to share the news with my sister. But when she arrived at the flower shop, she saw her sister being pinned to the ground, her clothes were messy and she was covered in blood. I wanted to save her, but the young woman in the lead pulled her hair away. "Your sister doesn't know how to do business. Let me teach you a lesson for other customers." "There is someone covering me. If you dare to accuse me, I will beat you two sisters to death!" I went around asking for help with my injury report, but I was told that they were looking for trouble and wanted to arrest us. Determined to fight to the death, I took my parents' first-class merit medals and knelt at the door of the Central Military Region compound: "It is said that the children of martyrs will be protected, but in my family there are two loyal martyrs, but their children are bullied!" "I don't want a medal or a preferential treatment certificate. I just want my parents to come back and make decisions for me and my sister!"