"How did he have a fever?" Jiang Ci asked Zhang De on the side.

"The doctor came to see him and said that the mental pressure was too great and it was overwhelmed."

"What else?"

"Also, Mr. Song only slept for four or five hours a day during this period, and he was seriously lacking in sleep."

"Does he want to die?"

"It looks a bit like that." Zhang De whispered.

Jiang Ci: "..."

Jiang Ci quickly hung a bottle of water for him and gave Song Shaoyan another injection.

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

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

At the third update in the middle of the night, the fever did not subside. Song Shaoyan vomited a mouthful of blood, opened his eyes in a daze for a few seconds, and then closed it tiredly.

He seemed to see Jiang Ci.

Jiang Ci didn't dare to sleep. Seeing that he woke up, 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.

"No." Song Shaoyan was exhausted, his voice was very low, and his lips were pale.

"At this time, you are still stubborn? Do you know that you are almost dead?" Jiang Ci scared him.

Originally, it was just a scare, but unexpectedly, Song Shaoyan smiled pale instead, raised his hand, and pointed to the cabinet at the bedside: "There... cough cough... the will has been written... the people around me... the people around me... I only believe in you, you and Zhang De..."

Jiang Ci was stunned.

will?

He is crazy?!

At this moment, Jiang Ci didn't know what it felt, as if his heart was hit hard.

He and Song Shaoyan have known each other for five years. After five years of friendship, their relationship has long been no longer the relationship between ordinary patients and doctors.

Although Jiang Ci said he had a bad temper, he always just said it.

"Song Shaoyan, are you confused? I'll take you to the hospital."

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

Jiang Ci didn't want to hear anything he said again, and his nose felt sore. He turned his back and called 120.

My heart was so blocked that it was like a heavy stone pressing on it, Jiang Ci was a little unable to breathe.

He has known Song Shaoyan for five years. He and his teacher pulled him back from the God of Death. Song Shaoyan lay in the intensive care unit for a year. That year, he was taking good care of him and observing his physical characteristics and health points. A year later, Song Shaoyan woke up and he was really happy.

Although this man has a bad temper and often says something that makes him unhappy, he is a patient and Jiang Ci has never really been concerned about him.

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

What is Song Shaoyan thinking now...

I have survived such difficult days, but why do I torture myself like this now?

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

"Don't talk! Shut up! Shut up the fuck!" Jiang Ci went crazy, too, driven crazy by Song Shaoyan.

He asked him to say "thank you". He is a doctor and taking care of patients is what he should do.

Song Shaoyan was particularly tired and so tired that he hadn't said another word for a long time.
Chapter completed!