All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 1

[Rescue mission being assigned…]

[Mission assignment completed.]

Zhou Li opened her eyes and scanned her surroundings.

After confirming it was safe, she reviewed the mission information again.

[Save the Triple Golden Actress Chunshui.]

Chunshui, a Triple Golden Actress with masterful acting skills.

She was supposed to compete for the Cannes Golden Award but got into a car accident halfway, her film was withdrawn, her face was disfigured, her reputation was ruined, and she was completely forgotten by the world.

Zhou Li clicked her tongue.

What bad luck.

A perfectly good female protagonist reduced to a nobody.

She searched her mind for the film Chunshui was preparing to compete at Cannes and looked it up on her phone.

Unexpectedly, the film had already been released, but the female lead was replaced by an unknown actress named “Litchi.”

Clearly a stage name, Zhou Li searched for Litchi online.

The first result was Litchi’s Baidu Encyclopedia page.

Zhou Li clicked on it.

She couldn’t help but click her tongue again.

Litchi’s debut was the film meant for Cannes, followed by countless resources. In just three years since her debut, she starred in no fewer than twelve projects, and whether in cameo, supporting, or lead roles, she won awards for every single one. That was a bit uncanny.

It was as if these projects were prepared by fate to elevate her.

Zhou Li rubbed her chin.

A knock came at the door.

“Doctor Zhou, your scheduled client is here.”

Zhou Li coughed, picked up the gold-rimmed glasses on the desk, and put them on, striving to maintain her persona.

This time, she was playing a highly renowned plastic surgeon in the entertainment industry.

She was the one who restored the radiant faces of many celebrities.

But this doctor had a flaw: she was extremely greedy.

“Come in,” Zhou Li said coldly.

The nurse led the client into the consultation room.

Zhou Li’s gaze lowered to the wheelchair.

In the wheelchair sat a woman with excellent poise.

She wore a vintage hat, its black veil perfectly covering the left side of her face.

Her hair was styled in a vintage look, her makeup impeccable, showing no signs of weakness.

Noticing Zhou Li observing her, Chunshui smiled boldly.

“Hello, Doctor Zhou. I’m Chunshui.”

Her red lips carried a strong presence, but Zhou Li wasn’t intimidated.

Zhou Li tapped the desk twice with her fingers, saying expressionlessly, “I know who you are.”

“Just didn’t expect you’d come to me so late.”

“Sorry, treatment delayed me a bit.”

Though she apologized, Chunshui’s face showed no trace of remorse.

Her red lips parted slightly as she said, “Doctor Zhou, let’s talk business.”

“You know why I’m here.”

With that, she removed her hat.

Without the veil’s cover, the ugly scars were exposed, glaring fiercely in the open air.

“Can you fix this scar?” Chunshui asked, her sharp eyes earnestly fixed on Zhou Li.

Zhou Li squinted, examining it, then smiled after a moment.

She replied earnestly, “What price can you pay?”

Chunshui lowered her eyes to the hat on her lap.

“Anything, as long as you want it and I have it.”

“Good!” Zhou Li feigned greed.

“Ten million. Come tomorrow to arrange hospitalization.”

Chunshui put the hat back on, nodded to Zhou Li, and said, “Give me an account number.”

Then, her eyes locked onto Zhou Li.

“You must treat me personally.”

Zhou Li’s lips curved slightly. “Relax, I’m the most honest in business.”

Clearly a doctor, yet she spoke such crass words.

Chunshui didn’t want to talk further and said to the person pushing her wheelchair, “Let’s go.”

Once the door closed, Zhou Li took off her glasses and wiped the nonexistent sweat from her forehead.

No wonder she’s the female protagonist—such a strong presence.

Zhou Li said to the air, “I don’t think she needs our saving. She’s pretty self-assured.”

The system’s mechanical voice responded, “This mission was assigned to three people by the Quick-Transmigration Bureau.”

“The first two failed.”

“And the third?” Zhou Li asked.

The system replied, “The third is you.”

Zhou Li gave a deadpan look.

She asked, “How did they fail? Did my predecessors leave any advice?”

The system said, “Yes.”

“What? What?” Zhou Li couldn’t help rubbing her hands eagerly.

With their experience, wouldn’t this mission be twice as easy?

The system said, “Be careful of Chunshui.”

Zhou Li: “Huh?”

She was utterly baffled.

Wasn’t Chunshui the mission target? Why did her predecessors warn her to be careful?

After thinking for a long time and getting nowhere, Zhou Li pushed the matter aside.

She began diligently searching the system store for anything that could heal.

Though she was now a doctor, heaven help her.

This doctor wasn’t incompetent, but she was a jerk.

She couldn’t cure Chunshui on her own and had to rely on the system store.

The system store had a vast array of items: immortal cultivation treasures, interstellar cannons, universal seeds, all-powerful tech kings. After searching for ages, Zhou Li got annoyed and asked the system to recommend something.

Since this was a modern world, the technology couldn’t exceed the existing framework, so the system could only suggest usable items.

[Miraculous Ancient Formula]

Apply to the wound for strange healing effects.

Zhou Li reluctantly didn’t want to pay, as the system store didn’t accept this world’s currency—only points she had painstakingly earned from missions.

Zhou Li muttered softly, “Some weird stuff—can it even work?”

“If I fail the mission because I couldn’t heal the female protagonist, will you take responsibility, system?”

The system’s cold, mechanical voice replied, “All items in the system store are produced by the Main God. For any questions, please contact the Quick-Transmigration Bureau under the Main God for clarification.”

Zhou Li didn’t dare cause trouble with her own organization, so she grudgingly paid while cursing the bureau’s stinginess.

They made money off outsiders, fine, but why fleece their own people too?

Not only that, they didn’t even reimburse business trips.

After getting the Miraculous Ancient Formula, Zhou Li reviewed it, not trusting her subordinates to handle it. She personally went to the pharmacy to gather the herbs.

This was tied to her performance evaluation.

The more missions she completed, the higher her bonus.

Zhou Li made the trip and familiarized herself with the hospital.

Though the original body was a plastic surgeon, she was also trained in both Chinese and Western medicine.

So, while the Miraculous Ancient Formula was a bit extraordinary, it didn’t break the rules of this world.

What broke the rules was whoever caused Chunshui’s injury.

Zhou Li set her sights on Litchi.

Chunshui hadn’t appeared for three years, while Litchi swept up awards big and small, just short of being crowned Best Actress.

If she won this year, she’d completely overshadow the female protagonist.

Zhou Li rubbed her chin.

Was saving the female protagonist about helping her reclaim the Best Actress title?

While thinking, Zhou Li kept working, following the Miraculous Ancient Formula to add all the herbs to a pot, simmering it slowly into a black, gooey mess.

Looking at the final product, Zhou Li felt a bit proud.

As expected of me! I succeed at everything.

The nurse called Zhou Li again.

“Doctor Zhou, the follow-up patient is here.”

Looking at her blackened hands, Zhou Li carefully packed the formula, then washed her hands for ages but couldn’t get the color off. She shook her head and went to the follow-up appointment.

The follow-up patient was a chubby lady.

Her face looked like dough, puffed up large.

Supposedly, this was after several rounds of slimming injections.

Zhou Li’s eyes widened in shock behind her gold-rimmed glasses.

She cursed the original body in her head.

How could she take money for anything?

When the chubby lady requested another slimming injection, Zhou Li cautiously suggested, “Madam, losing weight might be more effective than injections.”

The chubby lady’s face stiffened.

Zhou Li thought she’d get scolded or storm off, but after a moment, the lady started crying.

Listening to her sobs, Zhou Li learned that the lady hadn’t always been this heavy. After a difficult childbirth with severe bleeding, she took a lot of hormone drugs. Whenever she tried to lose weight, her body weakened. Her husband stopped her from trying, but she loved beauty and came for slimming injections.

She knew the injections weren’t good, but she couldn’t lose the weight.

Zhou Li nodded frequently.

She pulled up the lady’s information in her mind.

The wife of Director Zhang, who had stood by him through thick and thin.

To support Director Zhang’s film, she sold all their assets.

Everyone thought Director Zhang would fail, but he raked in two billion, becoming a billionaire director.

Zhou Li’s eyes lit up.

A director with two billion!

Wasn’t this perfect?

Rumor had it Director Zhang was eyeing Hollywood. Talk about a timely opportunity!

Zhou Li slapped her thigh. “Madam, I can help you lose that weight!”

After making bold claims, Zhou Li searched the system store again.

It pained her to spend.

She bought an ancient exercise manual said to soften the body and promote weight loss.

Grudgingly paying, Zhou Li told herself it was an investment.

The next day, Chunshui arranged hospitalization.

When she came to see Zhou Li, Zhou Li was twisting like a pretzel on her office balcony.

Since system items couldn’t be given directly to anyone but the host, Zhou Li had to practice it herself before teaching the chubby lady.

While practicing, Zhou Li felt she’d lost all dignity.

Then the female protagonist caught her.

Within 24 hours, Chunshui transferred ten million to Zhou Li’s account.

She came to arrange hospitalization today.

But the front desk hadn’t been notified.

Chunshui didn’t have Zhou Li’s private contact either.

Thinking she’d been scammed, Chunshui stormed into the supposedly empty dean’s office.

There, she saw Zhou Li in workout clothes, twisting like a pretzel.

For a moment, both froze.

Zhou Li hurriedly untangled herself.

But she overdid it and rolled right to Chunshui’s feet.

Zhou Li wanted to die.

But she had to face reality.

She got up, tried to slip back into her persona, and asked feebly, “What are you here for?”

Chunshui didn’t want to laugh but couldn’t help it, her lips curving as she avoided Zhou Li’s gaze. “Doctor Zhou, didn’t you tell me to come today for hospitalization?”

Zhou Li slapped her forehead.

Crap! She forgot while making the ointment yesterday!

She coughed. “I’ll take you to arrange hospitalization.”

She started to walk.

Chunshui stopped her, still not looking at her.

In a soft voice, she said, “Doctor Zhou, you should change first.”

Zhou Li looked at her workout clothes.

She’d eaten a bit much today, and her little belly was showing.

Embarrassed, she covered her stomach. “I’ll change and be right back.”

Zhou Li rushed into the break room like a whirlwind. Chunshui finally laughed.

She glanced at her assistant, who had already lowered their head.

Doctor Zhou’s figure was really good.

Curvy and appealing—even as a woman, Chunshui couldn’t help but want to look twice.

But it was so bizarre.

Chunshui thought for a moment, her smile deepening.

Not like the rumors—quite interesting.

Zhou Li came out after changing.

With her mask back on—gold-rimmed glasses—she was all business again.

“This way, I’ll take you to handle the procedures.”

Seeing the prim Doctor Zhou, Chunshui felt a bit disappointed.

The earlier Doctor Zhou was more interesting.

Zhou Li didn’t dare think how Chunshui saw her.

She felt she’d lost all face today.

In the break room, she psyched herself up for ages before coming out.

It’s fine—the face lost was the original body’s, not hers.

Zhou Li: smile

After escorting Chunshui to the ward, Zhou Li handed the procedures to her assistant and said, “I’ll order some routine tests first. Once all the tests are done, we can start formal treatment.”

Chunshui nodded, no objections, but made one request.

“Doctor Zhou, there are too many familiar faces here. Can you keep my presence a secret from other clients?”

Chunshui smiled at Zhou Li, but her expression was forceful.

As if, if Zhou Li didn’t agree, she’d find a way to make her.

Zhou Li naturally agreed.

Hiding Chunshui’s presence seemed more beneficial than not.

After all, she still didn’t know who Chunshui’s enemies were.

But she was curious. Chunshui hadn’t appeared for three years, yet she was still so assertive. What was she relying on?

While waiting outside for Chunshui to change, Zhou Li, bored, asked the system to check what Chunshui had been doing for the past three years.

The system took a while to search. Zhou Li looked down at her phone.

After exercising, she was starving and craving fruit—especially litchis. Seeing that name yesterday had already made her hungry.

Why would someone choose “Litchi” as their stage name?

She couldn’t figure it out.

Her phone rang—it was the front desk.

Zhou Li said into the phone, “Yes, leave the litchis at the front desk. I’ll pick them up later.”

Hanging up, Zhou Li wondered why Chunshui was taking so long.

A puzzled voice came from beside her: “Oh, you weren’t calling me?”

Zhou Li whipped her head around, nearly twisting her neck.

What the hell—it was Litchi?

That face—she’d just seen it on Baidu Encyclopedia yesterday.