"Don't you understand that you are legally responsible for tampering with other people's things?" Song Shao said angrily. He opened the drawer but still couldn't find his mask, "Where are my things? Where did my things go?!"

"Your shabby mask may have been swept away by someone who cleans the ward." Jiang Ci said deliberately.

"Get them back to me! What's going on with these people? Can other people's things be tampered with so easily?"

"I'm telling you..." Jiang Ci suddenly approached him in a cowardly manner, "Ning An took off your mask. Do you want to sue them? Huh?"

Song Shaoyan stopped his hand and stared at Jiang Ci with his narrow, slightly narrowed eyes: "When did she come?"

"When you're not awake."

"Did you call her?"

"Otherwise, with her character, she won't take the initiative to see you again, right?"

"Who asked you to call her? Jiang Ci, you are too good at making decisions!" Song Shaoyan's face instantly darkened, like the sky before a storm, gloomy.

"Damn, who are you trying to scare? Is it my fault that I called you? You know how much you want to see her! If she hadn't come, I doubt you would even be able to wake up!" Jiang Ci guessed that he would not wake up today!

Maybe it was Ning An who stimulated me to wake up yesterday.

"When did it become your turn as an outsider to intervene in the affairs between her and me? Jiang Ci, don't think that just because you have been with me for five years, you can be self-righteous and make your own decisions. Stop interfering in my affairs!"

"You think I want to interfere? I do it because you are about to die! I am a doctor! Doctors are kind!" Jiang Ci was probably furious, and he cursed, "You fucking think I want to take care of you? I

Are you tired of eating and have nothing to do? Okay, from today on I don’t care whether you live or die, don’t call me! Damn it!”

Jiang Ci kicked over the trash can at his feet and left angrily!

He is not a temperless person, so why should he swallow his anger towards Song Shaoyan?

He doesn’t rely on Song Shaoyan for a living!

Jiang Ci is the kind of person who usually laughs and laughs without being serious, but is extremely serious when he loses his temper.

He said that he would leave Song Shaoyan alone and immediately called a car back to Huacheng.

Song Shaoyan sat dejectedly on the bed, his head gradually buried in his hands, silent, without saying a word.

The ward was quiet and silent.

He could hear his own heartbeat, even and slow, not as enthusiastic and vigorous as usual.

There is no greater sorrow than the death of one's heart.

He didn't expect that Ning An had come and took off his mask. He looked like this... he was too embarrassed to see anyone.

Thinking of this, Song Shaoyan began to look through the cabinet beside the bed in a panic again.

He doesn't want to go out like this and scare people!

There was no mask for him in the cabinet. He accidentally touched the pillow and found that the mask was hidden under the sheets next to the pillow.

As soon as he found the mask, he put it on immediately, but there was still a great sadness spreading in his heart, wrapping around his chest like waterweed, making him unable to breathe.

His hands were propped up on the bed. After all, his body was too weak. He was just over-emotional, but now he was exhausted and sweating profusely.

His skinny hands gripped the sheets tightly, and his palms were sweaty.

His lips were pursed tightly, and in the corners of his cool eyes was a loneliness that was not easily noticed, just like the frost on dead leaves in winter, waiting alone to be eliminated and melted after the sun came out.
Chapter completed!