I was a little sleepy at first, but suddenly I heard the international financial news mentioned the famous Song Group in Beijing.

The Song Group and Hengyuan, a well-known jewelry group in Huacheng, joined forces. The Song Group, which had not had much vitality in the past, seemed to have been injected with fresh blood, and its stocks soared.

Domestic investment circles are very optimistic about Hengyuan. Now that Hengyuan and the Song family have joined forces, and they heard that the Song family is about to carry out drastic reforms, this is undoubtedly a big news in the financial circle.

Ning An listened for a while and then changed the channel.

Jiang Ci, who was far away in Huacheng, also saw the news. He was on duty in the department, adjusting the channels casually.

He was a little worried that Song Shaoyan did not return to Huacheng with him, and Song Shaoyan had been working overload during this period. His assistant Zhang De said that Song Shaoyan fainted several times while working at night.

Jiang Ci was a little confused about this man. What was he thinking?

If he asked, the person would say he was too talkative.

But wouldn't it be equivalent to losing one's life if this continues? If one's life is gone, what's the use of such a huge group, no matter how brilliant it is?

Jiang Ci is a doctor, and he always feels that his body is his capital. When he brought Song Shaoyan back from the hands of death, he didn't ask him to die.

This man is really inexplicable.

It stands to reason that the revenge has been avenged, the property has been taken back, and we can just live a good life from now on.

At this moment, Jiang Ci's cell phone rang, and it was Zhang De's call.

"Dr. Jiang, Mr. Song looks very bad. What should I do? He just coughed up blood."

"Send me to the hospital. What else can I do? He won't listen to what I say."

"Dr. Jiang, please come to the capital. Mr. Song has been looking very bad recently, and he can't eat. He keeps smoking and coughing." Zhang De was very anxious, "He is also reluctant to go to the hospital. I have been thinking about it for a long time.

I can only call you."

"He is sick. I don't care about him anymore. I don't care about him anymore!" Jiang Ci was furious.

This feeling is probably only understood by doctors.

The patient who had finally been cured suddenly began to beg for death. He would only be a ghost if he was not angry.

"Dr. Jiang, you can't ignore Mr. Song. You have been in charge of him for five years. Can you bear to see him like this?"

"Then what do you think I can do? He won't eat, how about I feed him?"

"..."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Ci became angrier the more he thought about it.

Finally, he took off his white coat, changed into normal clothes, and rushed to the capital overnight.

He couldn't just watch Song Shaoyan commit suicide.

He could only console himself that doctors are kind-hearted.

Song Shaoyan did not live in the Song residence, but in a new villa, which he purchased that year.

This small villa is not as spacious and luxurious as Mozhai, but it still has a unique charm.

When Jiang Ci rushed over, Song Shaoyan was lying on the bed with a fever and talking nonsense.

As soon as Jiang Ci approached him, he grabbed Jiang Ci's arm and closed his eyes tightly: "Don't go... you don't go..."

"..." Jiang Cimo.

"I know... you don't love me..." Song Shaoyan was still talking nonsense.

Jiang Cimo, of course he doesn't love him.

He is male and likes women.

No, Jiang Ci then thought about it, who is Song Shaoyan talking about? Ning'an?

He knew that Ning An was his ex-wife, and since she was his ex-wife... wouldn't it be nice to break up soon?

What's more, he now has a family and a job in New York and is living a good life. Song Shaoyan is not the same, right? It's been several years and he still hasn't let go?
Chapter completed!