After I returned to my room, I lit a incense for Winson.

When the incense ignited, I left the room.

Winson only slept for less than an hour before waking up again with a splitting headache.

He quickly got out of bed, rushed into the bathroom, squatted on the toilet, and vomited for a while.

Until everything in his stomach was empty, he leaned over and lay on the ground, his hands tightly covering his head, causing pain to collapse.

After half an hour, he crawled out of the bathroom, picked up his bag, and took out a black bottle.

Just as he was about to take his medicine, he...