A tale from the 1980s.
One of my friends from school - her dad was a professor at the university - studied medicine at university.
At that time, second med (the third year of the medical course of study, after pre-med and first med) was the toughest year of the entire course, with a high failure rate, and, that summer, despite having studied exceptionally hard, she failed her second med exams, and planned to repeat them in the autumn.
Her regular partner in the lab, a boy with whom she had worked closely (study buddy stuff) during the year, was a boy whose father was a well known local politician with a national profile, and he, too, went down in his second med summer exams that year.
However, rather than repeating the second year med exams in the autumn, instead, that poor boy, impossibly stressed out, took bleach, - actually a form of weed-killing bleach, suffered terribly, and died.
My friend was deeply distressed and devastated, - his family was almost destroyed - and she elected to repeat the academic year, rather than face exams in the autumn, or face her class of medical students without her study buddy, with whom she had developed a close friendship.
Eventually, she passed all of her exams, qualified, and is now a well regarded doctor.
However, I have never forgotten that tragic summer, - not least the fact, etched forever in my mind and memory, that bleach and weed-killler can kill - and must admit that I find the idea that anyone, anywhere, would seriously suggest that someone ingest bleach as a possible cure for Covid-19 unconscionable, if not completely out of their tiny little mind, for this is not just an extraordinary example of surpassing ignorance, but is an outrageously irresponsible action, as well.