All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 14

It felt like wandering in the deep sea. Chunshui struggled, unable to breathe.

Her nose couldn’t draw air, so she opened her mouth, gasping heavily.

Chunshui thought her mouth was wide enough, but in reality, it barely parted.

Zhou Li, without changing clothes, rushed to the ward.

She put an oxygen mask on Chunshui, hearing her breathing stabilize, and asked sternly, “When did the fever start? Why wasn’t I notified immediately?”

The nurse looked guilty.

“When I got the medicine, her cheeks were warm. I said we should check her temperature, but she refused.”

Zhou Li’s face hardened, anger rising, then swallowed it.

When she left, she’d sensed Chunshui’s condition but, upset by her earlier actions, stayed silent.

The female protagonist’s body, weakened from the accident, needed more care. Zhou Li shouldn’t have ignored her.

“Give her a fever shot and prepare an IV,” Zhou Li ordered. The nurse hurried to the pharmacy.

Zhou Li looked at Chunshui.

She lay on a white pillow, almost blending into it, her breathing faint, like an abandoned animal whimpering in a cardboard box.

Zhou Li pursed her lips, wiping Chunshui’s cheeks, palms, and soles with alcohol swabs.

Huang Xiaoyun stood quietly, not daring to speak.

Just now, Doctor Zhou had been furious outside the ward! It was scary!

Zhou Li stood, changed the swab, and beckoned Huang Xiaoyun.

“Wipe her forehead, palms, and soles at intervals, like I did.”

Huang Xiaoyun nodded quickly.

Zhou Li frowned, and she held her breath.

Hard to imagine such a beautiful doctor could be so stern, her professional aura overwhelming.

Zhou Li waited until the nurse gave the fever shot and set up the IV, then checked Chunshui’s forehead with the back of her hand.

Still hot. She sighed.

Clearly needing care, yet so stubborn.

So willful.

Chunshui’s eyelashes trembled, and she let out a soft whimper. Zhou Li thought she was waking, but after waiting, realized she was having a nightmare. The hand with the IV had bulging veins, clutching the blanket, nearly dislodging the needle.

“Doctor, what do we do?” Huang Xiaoyun said, panicked.

Zhou Li swiftly removed the IV needle, holding Chunshui’s hand.

Bl00d beaded at the needle site, wiped away by Zhou Li’s thumb.

Chunshui’s hand was thin, like her, with icy palms.

Zhou Li patted her chest, soothing like comforting a child. “It’s okay, don’t be scared.”

Chunshui’s eyes darted wildly under her lids, dreaming something terrifying, struggling restlessly.

Zhou Li patted her chest for a long time, until her hand was pale from Chunshui’s grip. When Chunshui’s emotions calmed and her grip loosened, Zhou Li pulled her hand free.

Looking at her reddened fingers, Zhou Li shook her hand and told Huang Xiaoyun to get the nurse to reinsert the IV.

Chunshui still didn’t wake. Zhou Li waited a bit, then left.

In her office, Zhou Li felt guilty, saying to the system, “System, am I not caring enough for the female protagonist? I’m too focused on the mission. This morning, I knew she wasn’t well but didn’t check. If I’d asked more, would this have happened?”

The system didn’t understand Zhou Li’s mood. “Does this affect the mission?”

Zhou Li rolled her eyes, her earlier emotions fading.

“You wouldn’t get it.”

System: …

Zhou Li propped her face with one hand, browsing online.

Zhou Xi and Li Hongqing’s scandal was huge. Zhou Li couldn’t figure out how Feng Ziying swallowed his pride. Chunshui’s negative online image was shifting, with many apologizing for following the crowd. Some even begged her to return and save the film industry.

Zhou Li laughed.

She scrolled, asking the system, “Will Director Zhang approach Chunshui? Bai SuFang said this film’s niche, likely won’t pass domestic review. If it flops abroad too, isn’t Chunshui working for nothing? Wouldn’t our mission fail?”

Zhou Li felt she couldn’t sit idle. She needed to gather more info on other film options for Chunshui.

In the ward, Chunshui woke.

Her gaze slowly focused. Huang Xiaoyun was nervously watching her. Fang Yan had called, scolding her harshly for not caring for her boss properly, making her want to hide in a hole.

Her boss could be willful, but she couldn’t let her be!

Huang Xiaoyun mentally recited Fang Yan’s advice, muttering, then felt eyes on her. She looked down, startled. “Boss! You’re awake!”

Chunshui felt heavy, especially her hand. She tried to lift it, but Huang Xiaoyun stopped her. “Boss, you’ve got an IV.”

Chunshui turned slightly, seeing the IV bag.

Huang Xiaoyun didn’t dare leave, pressing the bedside call button. Soon, the nurse arrived, and Zhou Li learned Chunshui was awake.

Zhou Li, in her white coat, reached the ward as Chunshui’s temperature was checked. Her left shoulder’s clothing slipped, revealing half her shoulder and slender collarbone. Zhou Li couldn’t help staring.

The Creator seemed to favor Chunshui. Every part of her body was beautiful, like a poet’s verse or a painter’s landscape.

Chunshui pulled her clothing up, calling, “Doctor Zhou.”

Zhou Li sighed, pulled a stool to the bedside, and said helplessly, “You.”

Chunshui looked at her, and Zhou Li let her.

Zhou Li asked the nurse waiting for the temperature result, “How many IV bags left?”

“None, Doctor,” the nurse replied.

Zhou Li nodded, waiting for the result.

Three long yet short minutes passed. Chunshui removed the mercury thermometer. The nurse checked it, delighted. “Temperature’s normal!”

Zhou Li exhaled in relief.

The female protagonist had burned for three hours. Zhou Li feared she’d burn herself to ash.

At this rate, her immune white bl00d cells might’ve been fried.

Zhou Li said to the nurse and Huang Xiaoyun, “I need to talk to her.”

They tactfully left.

Chunshui’s demeanor was calm. Zhou Li looked at her and said, “I owe you an apology. As your doctor, I didn’t notice your condition’s changes.”

Chunshui lifted her eyelids to meet Zhou Li’s gaze. “It’s not your fault.”

Zhou Li’s expression was serious. “If you don’t think it’s my fault, then please tell me right away if you feel unwell. I’m your doctor. I can help.”

Chunshui froze.

In all these years, it was the first time someone offered to help her.

Pain or hardship, Chunshui was used to bearing it alone.

Her eyelids trembled. As an actress, her expression slipped for the first time.

Maybe it was her illness, or Doctor Zhou’s resolute expression, or knowing Zhou Li liked her. For the first time, Chunshui showed vulnerability to someone, sighing, “Doctor Zhou, I feel so bad.”