As soon as I drank the wine, I drank a can of melatonin, a handful of painkillers and half a bottle of white wine.
When he woke up from the severe pain, he felt a tearing convulsion in his stomach, and the filth kept pouring up through his throat. His face turned purple and red, his eyes were wide open, and he tightly covered his mouth with his hands to prevent himself from gushing out. Finally, he fell on the edge of the toilet with a ferocious face, scratching his hands in the air, trying to squeeze the air into his lungs, but he was greeted by waves of dizziness, and he let out a painful roar in his throat, exhaling the only oxygen.
In less than a minute, he completely lost consciousness before his eyes and committed suicide to end his life.
"Since you have a dream, why do you want to kill yourself? You have to work hard to pursue your dream." A psychiatrist from a public tertiary hospital raised his glasses.
"It's precisely because I have dreams that I don't want to live."
Er Jiuyi didn't know that the entanglement and torture he would encounter after that had just begun.
Intention: positive energy