The temperature is dropping day by day, the autumn mood is getting stronger, and the leaves of the trees are falling from the trees one by one, covering the lawns.

The inpatient department of the hospital is very quiet, with abundant sunlight shining in from the windows and falling on the curtains and the floor.

Song Shaoyan hadn't woken up yet, his face was very pale, his hands had been pricked with many needle holes, and he was hanging with water and motionless.

Jiang Ci would come over to see him every day. Although Song Shaoyan's high fever had gone away, he never woke up. Jiang Ci guessed that he probably had no desire to live.

If a person has no desire to live when he is ill, it is a terrible thing. He will enter an endless hypnotic state subconsciously, allowing himself to enjoy dreams peacefully.

And a dream is just a dream after all, how can it be compared with reality.

But Jiang Ci didn't know what else Song Shaoyan wanted in reality.

The Song family and Hengyuan were both his, and Song Lin and Gu Huiyin were both sent to prison by him. If it were left to others, this would be tantamount to a winner in life.

As for Ning'an, she is no longer Song Shaoyan's woman. Jiang Ci shouldn't bother her either emotionally or rationally.

The days passed day by day, and Song Shaoyan didn't wake up for a week.

Early that morning, Jiang Ci had breakfast with his senior brother in the hospital cafeteria.

They chatted about medicine, exchanged experiences, and occasionally mentioned Song Shaoyan.

After breakfast, Jiang Ci and his senior brother went to the inpatient department together.

A young nurse ran over in a panic: "Mr. Song in the ward is not doing well."

"There's no rush, just speak slowly." Dr. Bian walked quickly to the ward.

Jiang Ci felt something in his heart and walked over.

"I just checked Mr. Song and found that his heartbeat has slowed down and his radio waves have been unstable several times, approaching dangerous levels."

"Report it to me." Dr. Bian stretched out his hand.

The little nurse conveniently reported to him the electrocardiogram she had just done.

"How could this happen?" Jiang Ci walked eagerly.

Song Shaoyan has been sent to the emergency room.

Jiang Ci was not qualified to go in. After watching his senior brother go in, he waited outside alone.

His face was full of eagerness and nervousness, and his hands were rubbing nervously.

This Song Shaoyan seems to have made all kinds of preparations, including death, since he got back everything he needed to get and did everything he needed to do.

Jiang Ci really didn't know what he was thinking, and he usually didn't like to communicate with others or express his concerns.

Zhang De also rushed over soon.

"Dr. Jiang, is the situation serious?"

"I don't know. Wait until my senior brother comes out."

"what to do?"

"Has Song Shaoyan clearly explained everything about the company and Song Lin and the others?"

"They are all handed over to people he trusts. President Song worked day and night some time ago, and most of the time he seemed to be arranging... funeral arrangements." Zhang De's voice lowered.

"Is there anything I always like to keep in my heart? Will it kill me if I say it? I really don't understand his thoughts. I am a man, how can I guess his thoughts?" Jiang Ci was hysterical, "If he...

Let’s go like this…”

Jiang Ci's nose felt sore, his throat was choked, and he could no longer say a word.

"No, Dr. Jiang, definitely not. Mr. Song will be fine."

Jiang Ci stopped talking.

Five years of friendship.

He still remembered that when Song Shaoyan first founded Hengyuan, he also said that when he got married, he would be free to choose Hengyuan's jewelry.

He wasn't married yet, but something like this happened to Song Shaoyan.
Chapter completed!