"Why did he have a fever?" Jiang Ci asked Zhang De.

"The doctor came to see me and said that he suffered from too much mental stress and was overwhelmed."

"What else?"

"Also, Mr. Song only sleeps four or five hours a day during this period, which is a serious lack of sleep."

"Is he dying?"

"It looks a bit similar." Zhang De said quietly.

Jiang Ci: "..."

Jiang Ci quickly gave him a bottle of water and gave Song Shaoyan an injection.

Song Shaoyan was still talking nonsense, and Jiang Ci couldn't hear much of what he said clearly. He only heard him say "I'm sorry" many times.

Sorry? Jiang Ci despised these words the most. Now that I know I'm sorry, what did I do before?

At midnight, the fever did not go away. Song Shaoyan vomited a mouthful of blood. He opened his eyes and stared for a few seconds, then closed them tiredly.

He seemed to have seen Jiang Ci.

Jiang Ci didn't dare to sleep. Seeing that he was awake, he shook his hand and asked nervously: "How do you feel? I have to take you to the hospital."

Jiang Ci realized that the problem was a bit serious.

"I won't go." Song Shaoyan was exhausted, his voice was low and his lips were pale.

"Are you still stubborn at this time? Do you know that you are about to die?" Jiang Ci threatened him.

Originally it was just a scare, but unexpectedly Song Shaoyan smiled palely, raised his hand, and pointed to the cabinet beside the bed: "There... ahem... the will has been written... the people around me... ahem

...The people around me...I only believe in you, you and Zhang De..."

Jiang Ci was stunned.

will?

Is he crazy?!

At this moment, Jiang Ci didn't know what he felt, as if his heart had been hit hard.

He and Song Shaoyan have known each other for five years. After five years of friendship, their relationship is no longer that of an ordinary patient and doctor.

Although Jiang Ci said that he had a bad temper, he was always just talking about it.

"Song Shaoyan, are you having a fever? I'll take you to the hospital."

"The will has been notarized..." Song Shaoyan was tired and weak, his voice was very soft, "Don't change it."

Jiang Ci didn't want to hear another word from him. His nose felt sore. He turned away and called 120.

Jiang Ci's heart was so congested, like a heavy stone pressing down on him, that he couldn't breathe.

He has known Song Shaoyan for five years. It was he and his teacher who saved him from death. Song Shaoyan lay in the intensive care unit for a year. During that year, he took good care of him and observed his physical characteristics.

And life value, Song Shaoyan woke up a year later, he was really happy.

Although this man had a bad temper and often said things that made him unhappy, he was a patient and Jiang Ci had never really cared about him.

He watched him cheer up and return to Huacheng to found Hengyuan. He thought everything would develop in a good direction.

What is Song Shaoyan thinking about now...

You have survived such difficult days, why are you torturing yourself like this when things are going smoothly now?

"Jiang Ci..." Song Shaoyan called his name weakly, his voice like silk thread, "For the past five years... thank you..."

"Stop talking! Shut up! Shut the hell up!" Jiang Ci also went crazy, driven crazy by Song Shaoyan.

He asked him to say "thank you". He is a doctor and it is his duty to take care of patients.

Song Shaoyan was extremely tired, so tired that he didn't say another word for a long time.
Chapter completed!