Reborn as a heiress, she transforms into a ruthless vengeful woman.

Zheng Juan struggled desperately, slapping Ye Xinghe's hand.

However, Ye Xinghe seemed oblivious to the pain. She grabbed Zheng Juan by the collar with one hand, turned the faucet on full blast with the other, and shoved Zheng Juan's head directly into the faucet! The water gushed down, slamming onto Zheng Juan's head! Only after her hair was completely soaked did Ye Xinghe pull her up, angrily demanding, "Still being so foul-mouthed?"

Zheng Juan glared at her sideways, her eyes bloodshot. She had barely uttered two words when Ye Xinghe blocked the drain in the pool and pushed her head back in.

Only when Zheng Juan's struggling strength weakened did Ye Xinghe pull her head out of the water, a chilling and eerie smile appearing on her lips, and said, word by word, "Still being a smart aleck?"

Zheng Juan coughed violently for a while, then spat out a few mouthfuls of water, and said in a hoarse voice, "No, no."

Ye Xinghe grabbed her collar and handed her to Ye Xingchen, saying, "Second brother, give her a 'proper' bandage!"

Ye Xingchen immediately understood and called a nurse to bring Zheng Juan, whose original appearance was no longer recognizable, to his office.

"Second brother, try to draw some blood from Zheng Juan later, I need it." Ye Xinghe said in a very low voice, "She is a very cunning person, so be careful not to let her find out. It's best to do it as a routine physical examination! I will arrange for Qiao Lin to get it, and you can just give it to her when you get it."

Ye Xingchen didn't understand what use Zheng Juan's blood was to her. Moreover, although Zheng Juan was hateful, she didn't deserve to die. Her actions towards Zheng Juan just now were almost brutal.

Ye Xingchen looked at her serious yet calm face, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly said, "Okay, I understand. The injury on your hand also needs to be treated."

Ye Xinghe said she would go shortly. Then she returned to the operating room entrance and picked up Zheng Juan's bag from the floor. She emptied all the contents onto the floor, searched carefully, and finally found the small bottle containing a dark red liquid in a hidden bag.

Qiao Lin returned at this time, and Ye Xinghe handed her the small bottle, saying, "Pour out the contents, clean the bottle, and then give it to me."

"Young Miss, your hands!" Qiao Lin stared at her with wide eyes, wondering what had happened while he was away. He saw that Ye Xinghe's fair hands and arms were covered in bruises and scratches.

"It's alright, you go ahead." Ye Xinghe waved her hand and then put Zheng Juan's things back into her bag.

A short while later, Qiao Lin returned.

Ye Xinghe whispered in her ear, "Go to my second brother's office and secretly give him this bottle. He will put Zheng Juan's blood into this bottle. I'm going to my eldest brother's ward now. Come find me after you get the things."

Qiao Lin nodded, quickly turned and left. Just as he reached the office door, he heard a heart-wrenching roar coming from inside.

At this moment, Ye Xingchen was cleaning Zheng Juan's wounds. However, unlike his usual methods of treating wounds, he used high-concentration alcohol on Zheng Juan.

"Bear with it! What are you yelling for!" Ye Xingchen lowered his eyes, looking at Zheng Juan with disdain, and poured a bottle of alcohol onto the wound on her face.

The strong stimulation of alcohol caused Zheng Juan excruciating pain. She grimaced in agony, letting out low growls as she forced herself to endure the pain, and cold sweat poured from her forehead.

Almost half a bottle of alcohol was poured out. At this moment, Ye Xingchen casually said, "Oh, sorry, I took the wrong one. I thought it was saline solution."

Zheng Juan's eyes widened in anger, and she said in a hoarse voice, "Ye Xingchen, you did this on purpose! Aren't you afraid I'll sue you?!"

Ye Xingchen glanced at her disdainfully. "What are you going to sue me for? Was cleaning the wound too painful for this doctor?"

Zheng Juan was speechless. Yes, she had no evidence; it was just her and Ye Xingchen in the room. Besides, the alcohol hadn't caused any other damage, only pain.

Ye Xingchen rinsed her wound again with saline solution, then wiped it with iodine solution using a cotton ball. Although it stung a little, it was much better than the pain from the alcohol earlier. Zheng Juan's already swollen face had become even more purplish, making her look completely unrecognizable.

"Go get your blood drawn first, then get a brain CT scan." Ye Xingchen handed the completed form to Zheng Juan.

Zheng Juan forced open her swollen, red eyes and glanced at Ye Xingchen. "Why do we need a blood test? Haven't the wounds already been cleaned?"

"I'm doing this to be responsible for you," Ye Xingchen said slowly, washing his hands. "Hospitals are teeming with bacteria. That sink alone—patients' vomit, excrement, and blood might all have been poured into it every day. What if…"

Zheng Juan couldn't bear to listen any longer and left the office with the receipt.

Ye Xingchen called the blood collection room and told them that Zheng Juan's blood test report was urgent, and he would personally pick it up and take it for testing.

Finally, he poured part of Zheng Juan's blood sample into the small bottle Qiao Lin had given him, and took the rest to the laboratory.

Ye Xingyu was placed in a single hospital room.

Ye Xinghe looked at her older brother lying quietly on the bed, his head and legs wrapped in bandages, and four IV drips in his veins. There wasn't a single tear in her eyes, only a deep resentment and self-reproach. If she hadn't exposed Zheng Juan, her brother wouldn't have been injured like this.

Just then, Qiao Lin pushed the door open and came in, interrupting her thoughts.

"Miss, this is for you." Qiao Lin handed the bottle to Ye Xinghe. "Dr. Ye asked me to call you over to treat your wound."

Ye Xinghe opened the small bottle, took out the syringe she had just asked the nurse for, and drew out some blood from it.

She handed the syringe to Qiao Lin, saying, "Keep this safe. You stay here; no one can leave your brother's room unattended."

Ye Xinghe put the small bottle back into the hidden pocket, handed the bag to the triage desk and said she had found a lady's handbag, and then went to Ye Xingchen's office.

After having her brain CT scan, Zheng Juan realized she hadn't brought her bag. Ignoring the pain in her face, she ran back to retrieve it, finally finding it at the information desk. She only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the small vial still inside.

She returned to Ye Xingchen's office with the blood test report, and as soon as she entered, she saw Ye Xinghe inside. Enraged, she shouted, "Ye Xinghe! You beat me up like this! I'm calling the police! You'll be going to jail!"

Ye Xinghe sat in the chair, not even glancing at her, and said leisurely, "Sure, I was just about to tell the police that someone staged a car accident for premeditated murder!"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Juan suddenly trembled violently, unable to stand steadily. She was both cold and terrified, and didn't understand what Ye Xinghe meant by those words. She felt perfectly confident that the accidental car crash had been meticulously planned and that no one would ever discover it.

But when her eyes met Ye Xinghe's confident gaze, and she saw Ye Xinghe's composed demeanor, she couldn't help but panic.