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"Ye Zhen, take this disclaimer. From now on, you have absolutely no connection with the Lin family!"

The sharp, sarcastic female voice pierced her eardrums, and the moment Ye Zhen regained consciousness, she was shoved to the ground by a tremendous force.

The cold floor made her bones ache, and in front of her was a luxurious crystal chandelier and a condescending, disgusted face of a wealthy woman.

"Mom, please don't be like this. My sister didn't do it on purpose." A weak voice rang out, tinged with feigned concern.

Ye Zhen raised her eyes, her gaze slowly focusing.

The speaker was a girl in a white dress named Lin Wan, the real daughter of the Lin family who had just been found.

The stern-faced noblewoman was her adoptive mother, Zhao Shuya.

Memories flooded in like a tidal wave.

She, Ye Zhen, a top-notch surgeon, had just completed a 20-hour heart transplant surgery when she suddenly died from overwork off the operating table.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself transported to the 1980s and into the body of a young girl also named Ye Zhen.

The girl was adopted by the Lin family, who had lost their daughter, because her family was poor when she was young. However, the real heiress, Lin Wan, was later found. The original owner of this body learned that she was the fake heiress and could not accept the fact. Today, she had an argument with the real heiress, Lin Wan, and accidentally pushed her.

Lin Wan fell to the ground and cried softly.

And so, this scene unfolded before our eyes.

Zhao Shuya pointed at Ye Zhen's nose and cursed, "You ungrateful wretch! Wanwan is my biological daughter, who do you think you are? A country bumpkin's son, how dare you lay a finger on her? Our Lin family has raised you for so many years, we've done more than enough!"

After she finished speaking, she threw a document in Ye Zhen's face.

"Sign it, take this hundred yuan, and go back to your poor mountain village!"

One hundred dollars.

In an era when workers earned only thirty or forty yuan a month, this was a huge sum of money.

But it was the price for buying out her life.

Ye Zhen's gaze swept over the "Agreement to Sever Relationships" and then landed on Lin Wan, who was pretending to wipe away tears beside her.

She saw a hint of smugness and resentment hidden deep in Lin Wan's eyes.

Ye Zhen suddenly understood.

This was not an accident; it was premeditated.

Her dear younger sister had probably been waiting for this moment since the very first day she returned to the Lin family.

"Sister, you should apologize to Mom right away." Lin Wan walked over and tried to help her up, making a show of it. "Don't worry, I'll talk to Mom. We'll still be family."

Ye Zhen's eyes suddenly turned cold as she looked at the outstretched hand.

"Don't touch me."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling edge.

Lin Wan's hand froze in mid-air, a look of surprise flashing across her face.

Ye Zhen used to be timid and sensitive; she would cry for half a day if Zhao Shuya scolded her even once.

What's wrong with me today...?

Ye Zhen ignored her astonishment, stood up from the ground, and patted off non-existent dust from her clothes.

Her movements were slow, yet there was an indescribable calmness to them, as if she weren't the one who had just been insulted and shoved.

She walked straight to the coffee table and picked up the agreement and pen.

Seeing this, Zhao Shuya curled her lips into a mocking smile: "What, you've finally figured it out? You should have done this earlier, instead of humiliating yourself."

Ye Zhen didn't even glance at her; her gaze was fixed on the end of the agreement.

She picked up her pen and signed her name, "Ye Zhen".

The handwriting is elegant and the strokes are sharp, without the slightest hesitation.

"Where's the money?" she asked succinctly, putting down her pen.

Zhao Shuya was stunned.

All the humiliating words she had prepared were shut down by those two words.

This wretched girl, without crying or making a fuss, just wants money?

"Hmph, money-grubbing bastard, destined to be poor!" Zhao Shuya took out a stack of "100-yuan bills" from her purse and threw them contemptuously on the table.

Ye Zhen picked up the money and carefully counted each bill in front of them.

No more, no less, exactly one hundred.

"Very good." She put the money in her pocket, picked up her worn-out suitcase, and turned to leave.

From beginning to end, there wasn't a single wasted word, not a single superfluous glance.

It was as if the Lin family's place was just an insignificant inn to her.

Zhao Shuya was completely enraged by her cold attitude: "Ye Zhen, you stop right there! What kind of attitude is this? I've raised you for so many years, and you can't even say thank you?"

Ye Zhen paused, then finally turned around.

Her gaze fell calmly on Zhao Shuya, as if she were looking at an unreasonable stranger.

"Are you thanking me for taking me away from my biological parents, or for all the years of mental control and verbal humiliation you've endured?"

"Or perhaps..." Her gaze shifted to Lin Wan, "Thank you for conspiring and scheming to kick me out of the house?"

Zhao Shuya and Lin Wan both turned pale at the same time.

"You... what nonsense are you spouting!" Zhao Shuya exclaimed angrily.

Ye Zhen was too lazy to argue with them anymore.

She opened the door, turned back, and left with her last words.

"Severing ties is exactly what I want."

"The Lin family's threshold is too high; I'm afraid I'll get my feet dirty."

After saying that, she stepped out the door without looking back, leaving the hysteria far behind.

After a bumpy ride on a green train and then a transfer to an oxcart, Ye Zhen finally returned to her so-called "home"—Heishan Village, the Ye family home.

Pushing open the creaking wooden door, the courtyard was deathly silent.

A haggard-looking woman was squatting on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

Upon seeing Ye Zhen, she abruptly raised her head, her cloudy eyes filled with panic and helplessness.

She is the original owner's biological mother, Li Cuifang.

"Zhenzhen...is that you? You're back?"

Before Ye Zhen could speak, a hoarse male voice came from the inner room: "Why did you come back? We're already starving, how can we survive with another mouth to feed?"

"Dad, don't talk to the child like that..." Li Cuifang cried as she pleaded.

Ye Zhen walked past her and went straight into the dimly lit inner room.

A strong smell of herbs and blood wafted over.

A middle-aged man, her biological father Ye Guoliang, was sitting on the edge of the bed with red eyes.

Lying on the bed was a young man with a pale face and cracked lips. His right leg was haphazardly wrapped with strips of cloth, from which dark red blood was still seeping.

It was her older brother, Ye Cheng.

Ye Zhen's pupils suddenly contracted.

As a top surgeon, she made a diagnosis in her mind with just one glance.

The patient suffered a comminuted fracture of the right lower leg, complicated by severe infection, with extensive necrosis of the wound tissue.

These are typical symptoms of osteomyelitis. If left untreated, it could lead to septic shock and even death.

Li Cuifang followed him in, choking back tears as she explained, "Your brother... a few days ago he went up the mountain to chop firewood and rolled down the slope, breaking his leg. The town's doctor, Dr. Wang, came and said... said the leg couldn't be saved, it would have to be amputated..."

Amputation?

Ye Zhen's gaze swept over Ye Cheng's injured leg.

She stepped forward and reached out to check Ye Cheng's wound.

"What are you doing!" Ye Guoliang slapped her hand away, glaring at her angrily. "Don't you think our house is chaotic enough already? You city pampered lady, we can't afford to keep you here. Get out!"

Ye Zhen's hands were slapped until they turned red, but she didn't even flinch.

Her gaze passed over Ye Guolao and was firmly fixed on the unconscious man on the bed.

"If this continues, he'll lose more than just one leg."

"He will die."

Her cool voice wasn't loud, but it pierced deeply into the hearts of Ye Guoliang and Li Cuifang.

The couple's faces turned deathly pale instantly.

Ye Zhen looked at them and said clearly, word by word:

"No amputation is needed."

"I can heal his leg."