"I'm fine now!" Gregory smiled and looked at Fujiwara who was checking his heart with a stethoscope. "Except my ** is blue-purple - let me ask first, you have been with that girl for so long. It's not because you accidentally pinched her stuff when you were doing it with her at the beginning, so you have to stay by her side to atone for your sins?"

"There is nothing to do with people biting them with their teeth. You are a little too sensitive." Fujiwara said lightly. "Also, you almost died just now, but you have no concern about it. Otherwise, you are completely disregarding your life, or you... know the reason for the respiratory depression this time?"

"The new painkiller is too weak, so I took a lot of it, and now it looks like I'm eating too much." Gregory shrugged indifferently. "Other than that, nothing is wrong."

"A weaker painkiller, and then use the upper dose to maintain the pain relief effect? ​​This doesn't sound like your style?" Qian Yu raised his eyebrows, then turned around and left. "I'll get some things for you to drink first."

"You won't be..." Fujiwara thought of something. "What painkillers are you taking now?"

"Ordinary painkiller, take three days at a time." At this point, Gregory curled his lips. "What the hell do you want to do?"

"Please have a drink, that's all." Qianyu walked back with a bottle of wine and three glasses. "Borbon, I thank Fujiwara for taking me over just now and saving your life - if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have noticed you."

As he said this, he poured a cup for Fujiwara.

"As for you, celebrating your survival of the disaster, I think it should be worth a glass, right?" Qianyu filled the second glass with wine and handed it to Gregory. "As for the reason to give myself one..."

When Qian Yu said this, he suddenly curled the corners of his mouth slightly and filled the third cup. "Do I need a reason to drink my own wine?"

Fujiwara picked up his own wine glass, looked at it and smiled inexplicably. "You are right, so let's cheer?"

"Well, cheers?" Qianyu also picked up the wine glass and looked in Gregory with Fujiwara.

"..." Gregory picked up the wine glass and touched the two of them for a while, then stopped while preparing to drink, narrowed his eyes and looked at Qianyu. "Wait a minute, are you... fucking me?"

Qianyu looked at him silently.

“Drinking will suppress the respiratory center to a certain extent,” Gregory continued, shaking his glass. “Is it really appropriate to do this after I just had an apnea?”

"Anyway, that was just an accident just now. It should be okay to have a drink, right?" Fujiwara asked back. "Unless..."

"Unless I dare not drink it for some reason, right?" Gregory asked straight to the point after putting down the cup. "For example, if I was still taking opioids from the same ethnic group as Vicodin, I wouldn't dare to risk my cardiac arrest."

"Yes, if it's just Vicodin, it might be a big deal to drink a lot of alcohol, but if it's your personality that's very likely to do it, that is, take more powerful painkillers to replace Vicodin, maybe this cup is enough." Qianyu tilted his head. "So please tell me, can you drink it?"

"Is this glass of wine?" Gregory curled his lips. "Forget it, your judgment is quite accurate."

"So, what are you taking?" Fujiwara asked. "I just took a few days and I felt respiratory depression. I don't think you're taking low-level painkillers - it would be too unlucky to have problems so early."

"And if it is a legal drug, there is no need to lie to us that you are taking only a large number of low-level drugs, which means you may be taking those things at the top of the painkiller chain..." Qian Yuze murmured to himself. "Wait a minute, what you are taking is not..."

"Although I'm not sure, it looks like you were so happy just now," Fujitara said straight to the point. "You're having sex with heroin? Just to quit Vicodin, do you really use that thing to replace it? They used this thing to quit opium a hundred years ago, and you're even more ruthless."

"No, no, I won't be arrested with such troublesome things." Gregory smiled and waved his hand. "Have you heard of methadone? Heroin that is not hallucinogen is much safer than the latter, and is also used for maintenance treatment for heroin abstinence."

(In real life, among the guiding principles of opioid addiction drug rehabilitation therapy issued by the Ministry of Health in 1993, the first choice for detoxification treatment is methadone. Compared with drugs, methadone has a long maintenance time and mild withdrawal symptoms. It is an alternative practice of taking small drugs to quit big drugs, allowing drug users to return to society as much as possible.)

"But that thing is still addictive, and compared with the Vicodin you took before, you should replace the small poison with a big poison. If you do this to quit Vicodin..." Qianyu was interrupted by Gregory halfway through his speech.

"I'm not trying to quit Vicodin."

"Okay," Qianyu changed his wording again. "You should also know that methadone has more restrictions than Vicodin - you have already performed a dangerous situation and almost died!"

"It was just an accident. I accidentally fell asleep. I thought it was worth it." Gregory shook his head.

"Yes," Fujiwara nodded seriously. "As long as you fall asleep, there is a risk, so as long as you don't sleep for the rest of your life, you are safe - forget to take medicine on time, you may die; accidentally drink a glass of wine, you may die; accidentally take medicine for conflict, you may still die. If you are simply trying to relieve pain, you can..."

"You know my legs hurt, right?" Gregory interrupted Fujiwara's speech. "So, would you like to hear the reasons why I chose methadone over those safer painkillers? Would you like to hear the reasons why I chose methadone even if I risk my life safety?"

As he said this, Gregory stood up and strided towards a cabinet not far away. "'Life is precious, love is more expensive. If it is for freedom, both can be abandoned.' What do you think of Petofi's famous saying? I think it is too cost-effective to pay such a small price for the sake of freedom from being imprisoned for life."

As he said this, Gregory came to the sofa where he was lying just now, signaling them to look over, and then he hooked the sofa with his disabled leg. "Of course, I will definitely take risks that are unacceptable to ordinary people, but if you ask a person who is imprisoned by his own body in the ranks of disabled people, is he willing to use this in exchange for this-"

Under the gaze of Chia and Fujiwara, Gregor took advantage of his right leg that could not even bear the pressure of walking and was tortured by severe pain all the time and lifted the sofa.
Chapter completed!