Euthanasia

"are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Would you like some more water?"

"Two glasses of milk are enough, I'm fine."

"Are you hot? Want a change? Or go for a walk?"

"I am more comfortable now, there is no more comfortable time," he was silent for a while, then smiled, "Maybe I can go out for a walk in my next life."

He looked at his legs.

Sitting in a wheelchair, he was tall, but his legs were thin, which did not match his strong upper body.He has been in this wheelchair for ten years.

"Old man, you are a good guy." He touched the armrest of the wheelchair.

"It's snowing outside."

"Yes, it's snowing," he said. "I love snow. It looks beautiful. We can start."

The person sitting opposite him sighed softly: "You know, it's a pity that you have to sign first."

"I understand very well," he straightened his upper body. "I have signed tens of thousands of contracts in the past, and I understand very well. Of course, this is what you need."

He picked up the pen and began to sign, maybe because of impatience, maybe because of eagerness, he didn't read every clause as carefully as before.He just put pen to paper where he marked the need for signature.He has worked hard for his career carefully for so many years, read thousands of documents, and signed countless important agreements, but now he has unloaded all the burdens, and he doesn't want to think so carefully for himself anymore.

After all he was going to die.

He wants to be a willful person once, let others be responsible for the affairs behind him, and let others make decisions for him.

After signing all the names, he leaned back and let out a slight breath.

The other party put away the thick documents.When a person dies, it's not just a physical death, he carries a lot of things, there are countless chains of relationships, especially someone like Jon.

He knew that once Jon died, it would be like a commercial building collapsed, everything would collapse in an instant, and countless people would say to the newspapers in their hands in astonishment: "What!"

Even more sad, Jon's parents, who have not said a word so far, will collapse, and all those who care about him will cry the moment he stops breathing.

Jon, however, looked like a simple child who only knew how to chase candy, looking at the snow outside with a happy and yearning smile.

——He didn't want to care so much anymore.

"I'm ready," Jon turned around, "let's get started."

The helpers around were smiling at him, trying to make him feel gentle, but their smiles were forced.

A woman came up and said, "I'm going to prepare something now." She brought him a small plate with a piece of chocolate on it, as if serving the most classic dish.

"Dark chocolate, your favourite."

"Thank you, Shanna." Jon put the dark chocolate into his mouth.

"Your old friend." The white-haired woman put a very old bear doll into his hands.

Jon smiled and looked at the bear with nostalgia: "Thank you."

"Do you want something else to drink?" the person opposite him asked again.

"No, I'm fine."

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the woman has not come back.Jon glanced at the time: "It's so fast."

His father, who was sitting in the corner covering his forehead, looked up at him, and his mother finally came to his side, trying to keep smiling. "Do you need a hug? I just wanted to say goodbye, not sympathy, not helping."

Jon gave her a rare, genuine smile.He opened his arms and hugged his mother.

His mother took great pains to rein in herself to leave him politely.

The woman who had just left came back with a syringe in her hand.

"are you ready?"

"Ready," Jon said again.

Someone tenderly pushed Jon to the side of the bed, someone helped him onto the bed, and someone kissed him one by one.

Jon showed his perfect smile and responded with the same temperature to everyone.

The woman sat by his bed, disinfected him, and then said again: "Jon Williams, are you sure you want to die today?"

"I'm sure."

"Are you sure you want to inject this medicine? After the injection, you will fall asleep and die."

"Yes, that's exactly what I want."

All eyes were on Jon.

The woman paused for a moment, then stuck the needle into his arm, and before pushing, she asked again: "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

The woman pushed the potion in.

"You can have some chocolate," she said.

"Thanks, Shanna." Jon ate another bar of chocolate.

"Goodbye, Jon. I'm honored."

"Goodbye, Shanna."

"Goodbye, Jon."

"Goodbye," he looked at his parents, "goodbye. Thank you for taking care of me."

Everyone in the room bid him goodbye in turn.He kept a polite smile.Then he felt himself getting sleepier, his arms burning, every nerve burning, and he closed his eyes.

"Well, he's asleep now. A deep sleep," Shannah said. "No pain, no nightmares."

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The euthanasia process refers to a euthanasia video. The video is very touching. The two methods of euthanasia are injection and medication, which are combined here.