All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 12

On Saturday, Zhou Li did her rounds, then went to the female protagonist’s ward.

She noticed Chunshui woke early.

When she arrived, Chunshui was in an especially elegant state. Zhou Li had rarely seen her looking sleepy.

Today, Zhou Li found an extra person in Chunshui’s ward.

She glanced twice.

Chunshui noticed and introduced, “This is my personal assistant, Xiao Huang.”

“Hello,” Zhou Li said, extending her hand.

Huang Xiaoyun shyly shook Zhou Li’s hand, thinking how soft the doctor’s hand was and how striking her appearance—not the typical mainstream beauty.

Doctor Zhou had an oval face, porcelain-white skin, deep features, faint eyebrows, narrow brow-eye spacing, wide eyelids, and upturned eye corners. Her gaze was affectionate, and even glasses couldn’t hide her expressive, charming eyes.

Zhou Li adjusted her glasses, not focusing much on the other person in the room, turning her attention to the female protagonist. She asked, “Sleeping well lately? How’s eating?”

She flipped through Chunshui’s recent bl00d pressure records.

Bl00d sugar was normal, bl00d pressure still low.

Bone density was low, but body fat had improved.

Chunshui shook her head. “My sleep’s always been poor.”

“What counts as eating well?”

Her bright eyes met Zhou Li’s, pupils dark, eyelids deep, with barely a third of her eyes showing white, her gaze clear.

Zhou Li, caught off guard, stared for a few seconds before reacting, instinctively pushing up her glasses. She looked at the chart and said, “Less than six hours of sleep, feeling tired the next day, low energy, and memory decline are signs of poor sleep.”

Realizing Chunshui asked about eating, Zhou Li noticed she’d been distracted by her face.

Her cheeks warmed. She coughed and continued, “Eating depends on your habits and food variety.”

Chunshui nodded. “I eat three meals a day.”

“What do you usually like to eat?” Zhou Li asked.

Chunshui replied, “Mostly vegetarian, lots of fruits and vegetables.”

Zhou Li scribbled on a paper. “Your body fat’s already low. You can add some meat protein.”

“Okay,” Chunshui nodded.

Assistant Xiao Huang nodded along.

Zhou Li set down the chart and said to Chunshui, “We’ll do today’s treatment early. I have something at noon.”

Chunshui didn’t pry, just said okay.

Zhou Li began disinfecting. Xiao Huang watched. Normally routine, the procedure felt awkward with someone else present.

Zhou Li lifted Chunshui’s chin with her left hand, leaning closer—a standard treatment move—but felt a burning gaze from the side.

Huang Xiaoyun stared intently.

Before the alcohol cotton touched Chunshui’s face, Zhou Li couldn’t stand it.

She turned, let go, and said to the assistant watching closely, “Treatment’s personal. Could you step out?”

Huang Xiaoyun, dazed, was ushered out. The bodyguard at the door whispered, asking why she wasn’t inside.

After a moment, Huang Xiaoyun said glumly, “I couldn’t fit into the vibe in there, and Doctor Zhou said I wasn’t needed.”

Waiting outside, she thought about the unspoken chemistry between her boss, a big star, and Doctor Zhou, making her feel like an outsider.

With the extra person gone, Zhou Li relaxed.

She gently held Chunshui’s chin, disinfecting her left cheek with care.

Chunshui slightly lifted her eyelids, seeing Zhou Li’s focused expression on her porcelain face.

The cool alcohol cotton felt like a cloud brushing her cheek, soothing the burning scars.

Zhou Li tilted Chunshui’s face closer to inspect.

Chunshui, uncomfortable, lowered her eyes.

Every side of Zhou Li made Chunshui ponder.

She didn’t understand why Zhou Li liked her.

Was it her profession? Did she like the movie version of her, or the real her now?

Chunshui zoned out.

Her eyelashes fluttered like feathers.

Her left cheek’s scars had faded a lot, changing daily.

Snapping back, she met Zhou Li’s clear eyes.

There were no turbulent thoughts like her own—just her reflection in those eyes.

Both paused. Zhou Li let go first, masking it by handling the ointment.

“You’re recovering well,” she said.

Chunshui blinked lightly, her heartbeat skipping. She instinctively tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with her pinky, saying, “Thanks to Doctor Zhou’s treatment plan.”

Zhou Li’s lips curved slightly. In her mind, she told the system, “Main God products are always top-notch.”

System: …

Zhou Li kneaded the ointment and applied it to Chunshui’s left cheek.

Chunshui closed her eyes tightly, tilting her face up like a lamb awaiting slaughter, offering her neck to the butcher.

Her neck was long and pale, like a swan’s.

Holy and beautiful.

Zhou Li couldn’t help but admire.

Chunshui had a contradictory aura. Her face was beautiful, but her presence was unique.

When her eyes opened, they held restrained conflict, telling countless stories.

A natural movie star face.

This face belonged on the big screen.

After applying the ointment, Zhou Li said lightly, “Done.”

Chunshui opened her eyes. The light had nowhere to hide. Doctor Zhou’s white coat seemed to glow, soft light spreading into Chunshui’s eyes.

The sky was clear. Chunshui blinked, physiological tears welling at her eye corners, not falling.

Zhou Li packed the tray, not noticing.

Chunshui wiped them away expressionlessly.

She seemed afraid of Doctor Zhou, she thought.

Like she once feared every late night and waking morning.

Chunshui leaned back, weakly against the headboard, looking at Zhou Li.

Zhou Li finished packing, seemingly unaware of Chunshui’s state, a bit cold. She adjusted her glasses, nodded, and left.

Chunshui thought Zhou Li might linger, but it was no different from before.

So who had changed?

Zhou Li, excited, finished all ward rounds, packed up, and specifically told the nurses to watch 215’s patient. Chunshui’s state wasn’t great today—she’d noticed.

It was almost time, so Zhou Li went to her appointment.

Bai SuFang booked a private club they often visited.

Her husband was a director, tied to the entertainment industry, with many eyes watching, especially now with a new film starting. People sought connections, and reporters wanted scoops. Without caution, this dinner could be photographed, and who knew what the tabloids would say.

Bai SuFang was careful, not wanting to annoy Doctor Zhou.

A skilled doctor was worth more than entertainment industry folks.

When Zhou Li arrived, Bai SuFang was there, but Director Zhang was still on the way.

Bai SuFang was embarrassed.

She’d reminded him yesterday, yet he was late.

Zhou Li smiled, easing her mood.

“No worries, we’ll wait for Director Zhang.”

Bai SuFang had the waiter serve food, turned on the TV, and told Zhou Li to sit, saying angrily, “Forget him, let’s eat!”

Zhou Li just smiled.

Her smile had a captivating laziness, her vibe cool, lips slightly curved, ponytail flicking as she turned to Bai SuFang.

Bai SuFang’s heart raced. She thought, this Doctor Zhou’s dangerously charming. A married mother shouldn’t be fazed by a woman, but she couldn’t resist Zhou Li’s smiling eyes. Especially in casual clothes, not her stiff white coat, she seemed free-spirited. Today’s gray silk shirt, with three buttons undone—intentionally or not—revealed a delicate collarbone, tempting one to peek at the pale skin beneath.

Bai SuFang shook her head inwardly.

Unfazed by young stars, she was overthinking a woman like Doctor Zhou.

Zhou Li waited for the waiter to pour water, then nodded lightly with a smile, saying okay.

She chatted with Bai SuFang, mostly listening, occasionally offering diet tips. They were enjoying themselves when the door burst open. Director Zhang strode in, gripping his phone, saying angrily, “What? She’s retiring?”