Tom's Decision

At that time, Tom was undergoing supportive fluid treatment in the emergency room. Due to his extensive and excessive consumption of wine, most of the alcohol had been absorbed by his blood and could only be extracted by infusion.

With the sound of footsteps coming from outside the door, Tom turned weakly and saw Chris and Jean. His voice was shaky as he called, "Chris ... Jean ..."

Chris raised his eyebrows and jokingly said, "Looks like he's not braindead, he can still recognize us!"

Tom closed his mouth and lowered his eyes, looking sad.

"Look at you! Tom, didn't I tell you to avoid bad things? I don't know how long and how much you drank but don't drink it if you can't drink it!"

Chris' words cut sharp, but even if he scolded him, there was still a hint of worry on his voice.

When Tom heard what he said, the corner of his mouth moved, and he nodded weakly. "I know I was wrong."