Chapter 149 Zheng's father banged his head against the wall, telling me to die!

When the alcohol touched his head, the pain was truly excruciating, but it was nothing compared to the pain in Father Zheng's heart. His wife had died, and not even a complete body remained; this completely shattered him.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Father Zheng pushed the doctor away and rushed headlong toward the wall. At this moment, he had only one thought: he wanted to die.

Only if he died would he be free from this suffering.

Fortunately, the staff reacted quickly and stopped him in time. Otherwise, Father Zheng would have truly struck the wall. Given the force he used, if he had actually made contact, even if it hadn't killed him, he would have suffered a concussion.

Watching this scene, the staff found it troublesome. Even though there were other potential ways he might attempt suicide—like using sleeping pills or a knife—the surrounding walls could also become instruments for his self-destruction, so the staff exchanged glances.

"How about we send him to the isolation room? It's completely padded, so it's impossible for him to commit suicide there. Then we can call a Psychologist over. Otherwise, if he actually dies on our watch, we'll have to bear the responsibility."

One staff member took a deep breath and spoke. Hearing this, the staff member beside him frowned; although it would be quite troublesome, it seemed to be the only option now.

He nodded. "Fine. You watch him here while I go report to the supervisor."

"Alright."

Soon, the person left. Watching his retreating figure, the staff member sighed, then turned his head to look at Father Zheng.

"No matter what happens, staying alive is what matters most."

Father Zheng heard this and raised his head. At this moment, although he was still breathing, he felt no different from a dead man; to put it simply, he was like a walking corpse.

Sometimes it's easy to offer words of comfort to others, but when you truly experience such a life yourself, you realize that the principles you once understood are of no use to you.

That was exactly the state Father Zheng was in.

Did he not know that staying alive was what mattered most? Of course he knew, but the problem was that such words could not comfort him.

Why must he endure this? Why must he live? If he were dead, he wouldn't be in pain.

"Let me die."

Father Zheng looked at the staff member and enunciated the words clearly.

"Sigh."

The staff member sighed upon hearing this. He knew his words were useless, so he could only pin his hopes on the Psychologist.

Soon, the supervisor received the news.

"Alright, I understand. I will arrange for a Psychologist."

"Also, watch him 24 hours a day. Remember, under no circumstances can you let him die."

"If everything goes as planned, the Psychologist should arrive tomorrow."

Hearing this, the staff member nodded.

"Understood, sir."

After hearing the supervisor's response, the staff member breathed a sigh of relief. Of course, the supervisor was also worried that Father Zheng might actually die. If Father Zheng died there—especially by suicide—everyone from top to bottom would be in serious trouble. If nothing else, they would likely lose their jobs entirely; the best-case scenario would be a transfer.

As for the situation at the Prison, Zheng Jie was already aware of it.

He was not surprised by this outcome. However, there was still a more important matter at hand: ensuring Zheng Tian received the death penalty.