120 arrived urgently.

Song Shaoyan was taken away.

Jiang Ci was alone in the corridor of the hospital, and he took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket.

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

The night in the hospital is so quiet.

Zhang De brought the will in the cabinet to Jiang Ci, and he handed it to Jiang Ci: "Doctor Jiang, the notarization time for the will was last week."

"Do you know he made a will?"

Zhang De nodded: "I know."

"Then why don't you stop me?"

"I can't stop Mr. Song, and I dare not interfere, after all, this is a big deal."

Jiang Ci took this stack of very formal documents and took a closer look with the lights on the roadside.

Song Shaoyan was born a businessman, and this will was made rigorous and cautiously, and it was never something that could be thought of in a day or two. In other words, this will was carefully thought by Song Shaoyan.

"Look, you can do it." Jiang Ci sneered, "All wills have been made, young, what are you thinking."

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

"What is he thinking?"

"have no idea."

Jiang Ci read the will from beginning to end.

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

It's really crazy.

Jiang Ci's heart felt like an invisible hand was clenched, forcing him to breathe. He thought Song Shaoyan was writing a joke, but he didn't expect that he would come true. All the rules and regulations on it should not be tampered with, and the writing was rigorous, and there was no chance for outsiders to take advantage of loopholes.

"Have he ever thought that woman Ning'an wouldn't want his things? Why do they want his things? If he forces them to them, they will have to accept them?" Jiang Ci said.

"It's written on it, she can do whatever she wants, because this is all that Mr. Song left to Miss Ning, and there is nothing else."

"Have he stopped taking medicine during this period?"

"Yes." Zhang De nodded.

Jiang Ci took a sip of cigarette and frowned: "He is really sorry for my life-saving grace. My teacher and I pulled him back from the god of death and didn't see him writing the will! He was not as good as he died in a mine disaster back then!"

"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!"

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

"Bad, people now have families and children, do you let them see their ex-husband? Is it reasonable? What do you let your husband think?"

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

Jiang Ci smoked for a while and looked at the bright moon in the sky for a while. His eyes turned red and his heart was filled with sour pain. This feeling was uncomfortable and his nerves were a little paralyzed.

Song Shaoyan’s current situation is very obvious... he doesn’t want to live much anymore, and he no longer has the will to live.

Jiang Ci actually knew in his heart what a blow it would be for a normal person who was once a normal person, his legs were disabled and his appearance was ruined.
Chapter completed!