The temperature dropped day by day, the autumn became thicker, and the leaves of the trees fell from the trees one by one, covering the lawn.

The hospital's inpatient department is very quiet, with abundant sunlight shining through the windows, falling on the curtains and on the floor.

Song Shaoyan had not woken up yet, his face was very pale, and his hands were stabbed with many needle holes, and he was hanging water, motionless.

Jiang Ci would come to see him every day. Although Song Shaoyan's high fever subsided, he had never woken up. Jiang Ci guessed that he probably had no desire to survive.

If a person does not have the desire to survive while he is sick, it is quite terrible. He will enter an endless hypnosis state in his subconscious mind and let himself enjoy his dreams peacefully.

And dreams are dreams after all, how can they be compared with reality?

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

Both Song and Hengyuan belong to him, and Song Lin and Gu Huiyin were also sent to prison by him. If they were to be put on others, it would be like a winner in life.

As for Ning'an, he was no longer a woman from Song Shaoyan. Jiang Ci should not bother others in terms of emotion or reason.

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

Early this morning, Jiang Ci had breakfast with his senior brother in the hospital canteen.

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

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

A young nurse ran over in a panic: "Doctor Bian, Mr. Song from the VIP ward is not in good condition."

"No hurry, tell me slowly." Dr. Bian stepped up to the ward.

Jiang Ci felt it in his heart and followed it.

"I just checked Mr. Song and found that his heartbeat slowed down, and the radio waves were unstable several times, approaching the dangerous value."

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

The young nurse reported the electrocardiogram he had just done to him.

"How could this happen?" Jiang Ci was anxious.

Song Shaoyan has been sent to the emergency room.

Jiang Ci was not qualified to go in, so he watched his senior brother come in and waited outside alone.

His face was full of anxiety and tension, and his hands were rubbing uneasy.

This Song Shaoyan seems to have made all kinds of preparations since he took back everything he should take and finished what he should do, including death.

Jiang Ci really didn't know what he was thinking. He didn't like to communicate with others and express his thoughts.

Zhang De rushed over soon.

"Doctor Jiang, is the situation serious?"

"I don't know, wait for my senior brother to come out."

"what to do?"

"Did Song Shaoyan explain the company's major affairs and the things that Song Lin and others clearly?"

"It was all handed over to someone he trusted. Some time ago, Mr. Song worked day and night, and most of the time it seemed like he was arranging... funeral." Zhang De's voice lowered.

"I always like to keep my words in my heart. Can I die if I say them? I really don't understand his thoughts. I am a man. Would I ask me to guess his thoughts?" Jiang Ci was hysterical, "If he just left..."

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 won't have any trouble."

Jiang Ci no longer spoke.

Five years of friendship.

He still remembers when Song Shaoyan first founded Hengyuan, and said that when he got married in the future, he would choose Hengyuan's jewelry at will.

He is not married yet, but Song Shaoyan has such a thing.
Chapter completed!