Argen, who was at the back, spread his hands and said angrily, "The rent is fifty per ride, and we'll settle the bill after you're done."
Song Ci nodded weakly.
Arang's injuries had not yet fully healed. When he went downstairs, Han Zhan and Cecilio carried Song Ci and the wheelchair downstairs together.
After placing the Song Dynasty porcelain in the hall on the first floor, Cecilio left.
Arang and Han Zhan followed Song Ci to Rain's room.
Rain had a very high fever, his face flushed, and he was mumbling something incoherently. Orianna heard the sound of wheels sliding, and she turned back to look at Song Ci.
Seeing that it was Song Ci who came, Orianna said the first words since she met Song Ci: "Your injury hasn't healed yet, why are you running around?"
Orianna's voice, like her, was cold and indifferent.
Song Ci moved closer to the bed.
She held Rain's hand and realized how hot her palm was. "How much?"
Orianna said, "Thirty-nine degrees four."
Song Ci was startled. "Will she become stupid?"
Orianna stood by the bed with her arms folded, staring at the poor man on the bed.
Rain was wearing a nightgown that exposed her collarbone, and the thin blanket only covered her chest. From Orianna's direction, she could clearly see the marks on her body.
Orianna knew what Rain had gone through last night. She had discovered it when she examined Rain this morning.
Aureliana suddenly said, "Being burned out, wouldn't that be a relief for her?"
If you are stupid, you won’t think and you won’t be sad.
Hearing this, Song Ci was slightly stunned.
She slowly turned around, looked at the indifferent Orianna, and asked her a question: "Knowing how unfortunate her fate would be after she was born, why did you create her?"
Orianna was stumped by Song Ci's question.
Why do this?
Orianna sneered in her heart: What does other people's lives have to do with her?
Song Ci heard Rain mumbling something again. She put her head close to Rain and heard her say, "Mom, it hurts, Mom..."
Song Ci couldn't control her tears and burst into tears again.
She held Rain's hand and kissed it. "Rain, Mommy is here with you. It won't hurt soon."
When Rain heard Song Ci's voice, she opened her heavy eyelids and looked at Song Ci weakly.
Seeing that it was really Song Ci who came to see her, Rain felt aggrieved. She pouted and was about to cry again. "Mom, I feel so bad..."
Song Ci quickly asked: "Where does it hurt?"
Rain couldn't tell where he felt uncomfortable.
Song Ci thought that Rain felt uncomfortable because he had a high fever and was weak all over.
Rain was delirious with a high fever and soon fell asleep. Orianna injected some more fever-reducing medicine into her IV bag before pushing Song Ci's wheelchair out of the ward.
Pushing Song Ci to the garden, Orianna stood beside her wheelchair. Staring at the red roses in full bloom, Orianna suddenly said, "She's dying."
Song Ci's expression froze.
Her hands, hanging in her lap, trembled.
Playing dumb on purpose, Song Ci asked, "Who?"
Orianna: "Rain."
Song Ci closed her eyes, feeling unwilling and puzzled, saying, "She looks healthy. Apart from the fever, she has no other problems. Orianna, why is she dying?"
Orianna said, "Her organs are rapidly failing, and her appearance is aging rapidly. In less than two weeks, Rain will die."
Song Ci's eyelashes trembled as she closed her eyes.
Orianna stared at Song Ci and suddenly said, "It's strange. The replica looks exactly like Jiang Shiyu, but you give me the feeling that you are more like Jiang Shiyu than the replica."
Song Ci opened her eyes and stared at Orianna. She said, "You know very well that no matter how similar the skin is, the soul is no longer the same. No matter how many clones you develop, copies are just copies. They may look like the person you love, but their hearts, their souls, no longer miss you."
"Orianna, isn't that right?"
Orianna's eyes flickered and she pretended not to understand what Song Ci was saying.
"Spend more time with her recently. Rain will feel uncomfortable because she is aging too fast." Orianna said this and turned away.
Song Ci stared at the flower field in front of him in a daze.
Han Zhan came behind Song Ci without knowing when. He leaned over slightly and put his right arm around Song Ci's neck. Han Zhan put his head on top of Song Ci's head, and his left hand went under Song Ci's clothes, gently stroking the wound.
Song Ci rubbed the back of her head in Han Zhan's arms, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Han Zhan kissed away her tears.
The two exchanged a kiss.
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Without Han Zhan, Zeus International suddenly lost its backbone.
Li Li and Bei Zhan were so busy that they became like spinning tops, hating themselves for not having the ability to clone themselves and being able to split themselves into two halves.
The company was holding its summer quarterly meeting that day, and all the branch leaders, seeing that the most respected position was still empty, were filled with suspicion.
Han Zhan is no longer in Wangdong City, this is a fact that cannot be concealed.
Bei Zhan simply told everyone: "Mr. Han is unable to come to the company recently due to personal matters."
They all had Han Zhan's care to help them finish their studies and reach their current positions. They respected Han Zhan from the bottom of their hearts.
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