120 arrived urgently.

Song Shaoyan was taken away.

Jiang Ci was standing alone in the corridor of the hospital. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

Under the clear moonlight, he lit a cigarette, silently raised his chin and glanced at the bright moon in the sky.

The hospital is so quiet at night.

Zhang De brought the will from the cabinet to Jiang Ci. He handed it to Jiang Ci: "Dr. Jiang, the notarization of the will was last week."

"Did you know he made a will?"

Zhang De nodded: "I know."

"Then why didn't you stop me?"

"There's no way I can stop Mr. Song, and I don't dare to interfere. After all, this is a big deal."

Jiang Ci took this stack of very formal documents and looked at them carefully by the light of the roadside.

Song Shaoyan was born to be a businessman. This will was made rigorously and carefully. It could not be thought up in a day or two. In other words, this will was carefully considered by Song Shaoyan.

"Let's see what you can do." Jiang Ci sneered, "I've already made a will, what are you thinking about at such a young age?"

"Dr. Jiang, you can't say that. I think Mr. Song is very worried." Zhang De sighed, "Since taking the Song family back, his favorite thing is to lock himself in the room, and sometimes he doesn't come out for a whole day.

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"What was he thinking?"

"have no idea."

Jiang Ci read the will from beginning to end.

After his death, the Song Group and Hengyuan merged, and all were handed over to Ning'an. All the Song family property was inherited by Ning'an, and he was buried in the Song family's ancestral grave.

It's crazy.

It was as if an invisible hand was holding Jiang Ci's heart, making him suffocate. He originally thought Song Shaoyan was writing it for fun, but he didn't expect him to be serious. All the rules and regulations above cannot be tampered with, and the writing is rigorous.

, there is no chance for outsiders to take advantage of the loopholes.

"Has he ever thought that that woman in Ning'an won't want his things? Why should they want his things? If he forces it on others, they will have to take it away?" Jiang Ci said.

"It says on it, she can do with it as she pleases, because this is all Mr. Song left to Miss Ning, and nothing else."

"Did he stop taking medicine during this period?"

"Yeah." Zhang De nodded.

Jiang Ci took a puff of cigarette and frowned: "He is really sorry for my life-saving grace. The teacher and I didn't pull him back from death just to see him write a will! He looks like this, he might as well have been in the mine accident back then.

Dead!"

"So... Doctor Jiang, please advise Mr. Song. You have been friends with him for five years."

"I treat him as a friend, but he doesn't treat me as a friend." Jiang Ci said angrily, "He doesn't listen to anything I say!"

"How about... Doctor Jiang, you ask Miss Ning to persuade Mr. Song. Mr. Song cares about her so much, and Mr. Song will definitely listen to her words."

"Shit, I have a family now and have children, so you want me to come see your ex-husband? Is it reasonable? What do you want your husband to think?"

Zhang De was also in a dilemma, which was obviously unreasonable and unreasonable.

Jiang Ci smoked for a while, and looked at the bright moon in the sky. His eyes were red, and a sour pain spread in his heart. This feeling was like pinching the tip of his heart. It was very uncomfortable, and his nerves were a little numb.

Song Shaoyan's current situation is obviously... he doesn't want to live anymore, he has no will to live anymore.
Chapter completed!