Chapter 41

"The patient is still in critical condition. The family suggests waiting outside the ward. We will notify you if the patient needs care."

The monitor beeped rhythmically: "Beep, beep..."

The breathing became increasingly rapid and erratic, hitting the respirator haphazardly.

The intense heartbeat caused large drops of cold sweat to appear on Zhuang Yazhi's forehead. Zhuang Yazhi felt extremely uncomfortable. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open her eyelids. Her head felt as heavy as a jack, pressing down on her nerves.

There were people touching her hand, holding it tightly, and squeezing her palm.

Those hands, with their distinct knuckles, were soft and warm, just like his.

Footsteps could be heard from inside the room from time to time.

They kept saying, "Doctor, call the doctor quickly."

After a while, he said, "It's okay, things are stable now."

He said, "Increase the dosage."

He said, "If she doesn't wake up, I'll make everyone in this hospital pay with their lives."

After a flurry of hurried footsteps, the air finally fell silent.

But the silence didn't last more than a few seconds.

Zhuang Yazhi clearly heard someone crying, and it was a man crying.

These grown men are acting like sissies.

As she listened, she became drowsy again and gradually drifted off to sleep.

In her dream, she saw the car accident on the cliff edge again. Zhuang Yazhi saw herself lying in the back seat of the car, touching her mouth and finding her teeth broken and her hands covered in them.

Then came Shen Yiheng's mocking laughter from ahead: "I'm dying of laughter, you toothless old lady."

He also asked Zhou Ying to laugh with him.

Zhuang Ya let out a moo, angrily pulled the Pegasus Meteor Hammer from his ear, and kicked Shen Yiheng and Zhou Ying into the Guanghan Palace in the sky. The wind blew them into pigs, and then he went to tease Chang'e.

In the end, Buddha himself intervened and made Zhuang Yazhi forgive them. The three of them then traveled west to obtain the scriptures. The two of them called her "Master." Zhuang Yazhi sighed and then woke up.

One, two, three, four hard-boiled eggs; four bald doctors staring at her; and eight nurses standing neatly behind her.

Zhuang Ya looked at them with a puzzled expression, while their faces lit up with joy and their eight eyes beamed with delight: "She's awake! She's finally awake!"

At first, Zhuang Yazhi didn't react until her memory returned, and the timeline shifted to the night of the car accident.

Among the group, Shen Yiheng was the most excited. His rare excitement made him tremble all over, and he held Zhuang Yazhi tightly with his hand, which was in a cast.

My foot was in a cast; you could only see it when you looked down.

Not only Shen Yiheng, but there was also a person next to him with his head wrapped in bandages, gesturing wildly and saying "Ayi wo e".

Shen Yiheng: "He is Zhou Ying."

Zhuang Yazhi nodded blankly, thinking they were islanders.

After waking up, the doctor gave Zhuang Yazhi a full-body examination and, after confirming that there was nothing seriously wrong, transferred her to a regular ward for continued care.

During this period, Shen Yiheng was almost always by his side, following him around like a personal male caregiver.

"Hey, have you heard? I heard that Miss Zhuang is a nemesis. Shen Qianli is coming back to take her life, and she's going to drag Shen Yiheng into a car accident too."

"I've heard about it, I've heard about it. If there's nothing wrong, try not to go near that ward. This hospital is already full of yin energy."

Zhuang Yazhi walked right past them, her face pale and dressed in a patient's gown, but the two women acted as if they had seen her.

However, after turning their backs and leaving, the two disappeared in a flash, as if they had wheels on their feet.

"Am I still alive?" Zhuang Yazhi asked Shen Yiheng. The two of them looked at her as if they had seen a ghost, which made people suspicious.

After all, it is indeed a bit unbelievable that someone could survive such a serious car accident.

Shen Yiheng grabbed Zhuang Yazhi's hand and placed it on his chest, asking probingly, "Can you feel it?"

Zhuang Yazhi carefully touched it and nodded: "Yes, it has pectoral muscles."

This is true, Shen Yiheng admitted.

Rumors flew and speculations swirled outside. Zhuang Yazhi ate and slept, slept and ate, and occasionally played cards with Shen Yiheng and Zhou Ying, using her excellent cheating skills to swindle them out of a fortune.

"Give me the money, give me the money, don't play dumb."

The white marks on their faces were enough to circle their heads three times. Zhou Ying reluctantly took out her phone to transfer money, looking aggrieved. Shen Yiheng appeared calm on the surface, but his action of taking out his bank card was incredibly fast.

It's clear he did it voluntarily.

Zhuang Yazhi stopped playing after winning enough: "I'm done playing, I'm going to sleep."

Shen Yiheng thought it was acceptable and obediently carried out the order, but the next second Zhuang Yazhi pushed him out of the ward: "Go back to your own ward and don't try to mess with me."

Since he was also injured, Zhuang Yazhi stopped calling him a beast and simply gave him the cold shoulder.

Zhou Ying laughed, unable to hold back her laughter.

Upon receiving that resentful glare, he immediately tried to make amends: "I think you look really cool when you take out your bank card."

But clearly, they didn't care about that amount of money.

The hospital is quiet at night, and there are usually few people walking around in the inpatient department, except for the nurses making their rounds.

Zhuang Yazhi had a hard time sleeping that night; the air felt stuffy, and she was covered in sweat.

She was still half asleep when the nurse came in, and didn't pay much attention to it. After signing the confirmation form, she let the nurse do whatever she wanted.

The glassware and syringes were rubbing together, and the liquid and powder were rapidly mixing. The process of preparing the medicine looked particularly therapeutic, especially in such a quiet and boring moment.

The nurse didn't say anything; after preparing the medicine, she put it into the IV line.

After receiving the IV drip, Zhuang Yazhi slept much more soundly, her body gradually relaxed, and her disordered breathing returned to normal.

"Miss Zhuang?" the nurse called out.

Zhuang Yazhi slept soundly, her head buried in the quilt, and she hummed softly.

Silence enveloped the ward.

But in just a moment, Zhuang Yazhi suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed the nurse's hand, knocking the gleaming dagger to the ground.

"You...you..." The nurse was stunned, not understanding how Zhuang Yazhi had suddenly woken up.

"I clearly..."

Zhuang Yazhi ripped off the nurse's mask, revealing another mask underneath.

But she recognized those eyes; they were beautiful, yet venomous.

The ghost has arrived.

Zhuang Yazhi sounded the alarm, and within ten seconds of arriving, the lights in the entire building came on. The footsteps were hurried, and they were all heading towards the third floor.

However, Zhuang Yazhi did not rush to restrain her, and deliberately loosened his grip, giving her a chance to escape.

When Shen Yiheng and the police and security personnel arrived, the person had already run away, leaving only Zhuang Yazhi in the ward.

"Find him even if you have to dig three feet into the ground."

He got anxious again.

Zhuang Yazhi remained calm: "Go to sleep, it's late."

She removed the two indwelling needles from her hand. Luckily, she had taken precautions, otherwise it would have happened again.

This time, Shen Yiheng refused to leave no matter what. He even held her tightly while they slept and stood guard by the door when they went to the toilet.

"Hey, don't take advantage of me."

He was always restless.

Shen Yiheng obediently withdrew his order and remained quiet for a few seconds.

He was still worried: "Did you get a good look at what that person looked like last night?"

"It's Shen Qianli." Zhuang Yazhi did not hide it.

Shen Qianli wasn't wearing makeup tonight, which made her look quite pretty and like a virtuous and beautiful woman.

Unfortunately, he didn't hide his ruthless nature, which made it seem a bit out of place.

Zhuang Yazhi guessed, "Perhaps we will meet soon."

To escape, they even burned half the prison alive; their hearts were so black they seemed to drip ink. Who knows what they'll do next?

On the day he was discharged from the hospital, Zhuang Haiming personally drove to pick him up. After a few days apart, he had visibly lost weight and looked much more haggard.

Clearly affected by the ghost rumors, he didn't look very energetic.

Zhuang Yazhi advised him: "If you're really scared, spend money to hire a sorceress to buy a few underworld messengers to chase after Shen Qianli and kill her. That way, she won't have time to bother you."

Zhuang Haiming was thinking seriously; clearly, he had taken his words to heart.

The vehicle involved in the accident has been sent for repair. The foot brake was found to have been damaged by human intervention, but no suspects have been found to be responsible.

"Okay, I understand." Su Sinan hung up the phone, her brow furrowed in worry.

Zhuang Yazhi sat down next to her mother and comforted her, "Mom, don't worry, I'll handle this."

She was being coquettish, making funny faces to try and make her mother laugh.

Zhuang Yazhi knew that her mother disliked fighting and did not want her mother to be drawn into this vortex of scheming.

"I promise I will be extra careful from now on and won't fall for their tricks again."

Su Sinan lowered her head to cover her swollen eyelids, unwilling to reveal her vulnerable emotions. The mother and daughter hugged for a long, long time until Su Sinan's broken heart was finally barely mended.

The moonlight was bright and clear. That night, she talked a lot with her mother and made a wish to the moon.

Zhuang Yazhi hoped that all those bastards would die.

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It was ten days later when she returned to the company. Everyone avoided Zhuang Yazhi as if they had seen a ghost, and when they met her, they would tremble and call out "President Zhuang".

Caught off guard, Zhuang Yazhi made a funny face, startling the group so much that they scattered in a second.

Just as I was about to return to my office, before I even opened the door, a scream came from inside.

"ah"

"A ghost, there's a ghost."

Immediately afterwards, an assistant, whose face was pale with fright, scrambled out, losing a shoe in the process.

This shout was heard by almost everyone in the building, and they all turned to see what was going on.

A few of the bolder ones opened the door to the manager's office, but they didn't dare go in and instead turned their attention back to Zhuang Yazhi.

"Tap, tap, tap." The sound of high heels striking the ground echoed from afar.

Listen carefully, the sound is coming from inside the office.

Before she even arrived, her silver, sparkling high heels immediately caught the eye, and her long, slender legs were as smooth and creamy as milk.

Until her alluring and seductive face was fully revealed to everyone, a scream echoed throughout the entire building.

Even if that face turned to ashes, Zhuang Yazhi would still remember it.

But she said, "Hello everyone, I am Shen Qianli's older sister, Shen Qianmei; it's nice to meet you all, please take care of me in the days to come."

Her voice was sweet and gentle, with a touch of ladylike grace; every smile and frown was captivating.

At first, the others didn't react, until a commotion erupted: "What? Shen Qianli's sister?"

"You dare to come out in broad daylight? You'll get a handful of my glutinous rice."

One question after another arose, but the woman who called herself Shen Qianmei remained confident and composed. She even took the initiative to walk up to Zhuang Yazhi and greeted him warmly: "Hello, President Zhuang, I've heard so much about you."

Zhuang Yazhi was observing, subtly observing her words and actions.

They look so alike, almost identical.

The bright red nail polish is gone, replaced by a nude pink, which makes her skin look even more delicate and fair.

"Hello," Zhuang Yazhi replied politely, shaking hands.

They appeared calm and smiled, but only the two of them knew the fierce competition they were engaged in behind the scenes, which unwittingly sounded the alarm for a confrontation.