All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 15

Zhou Li looked at Chunshui, pale and frail, her heart softening. She asked, “Where does it hurt?”

Chunshui, almost whining, listed her ailments. “My legs ache, my head’s dizzy, my hands hurt, my heart’s beating fast, and breathing’s hard. Doctor Zhou, can someone like me live to a hundred?”

Chunshui asked earnestly. Zhou Li thought seriously, then said firmly, “Definitely, if you take care of yourself.”

Chunshui smiled.

Her eyes curved, her thin brows arched like a small boat. Unlike before, when her smiles didn’t reach her eyes, now they sparkled like clear springs, her mouth beaming, showing neat teeth. Zhou Li even noticed two cute tiger teeth.

“Doctor Zhou, thanks for cheering me up. I feel much better,” Chunshui said sincerely.

Zhou Li smiled too. “No next time. If you feel bad, tell me right away.”

“Okay,” Chunshui nodded.

Zhou Li held out her pinky. “Pinky swear, a hundred years, no take-backs.”

Chunshui froze. Zhou Li wiggled her finger. “Scared?”

What’s to be scared of?

Chunshui hooked her slender finger around Zhou Li’s.

Zhou Li shook their hands. “Pinky swear, a hundred years, no take-backs. Whoever breaks it turns ugly!”

She pressed her thumb down, sealing the deal.

“A big star’s promise better not back out~” Zhou Li’s tone was playful.

Chunshui held back a laugh.

Doctor Zhou could be so unserious.

The door was knocked twice. Huang Xiaoyun’s gentle voice came through. “Doctor Zhou, is this the meal you ordered?”

Zhou Li turned. “Yes, it’s mine. Please bring it in.” As the door opened, she said to Chunshui, “Cafeteria porridge. Want some?”

Chunshui nodded.

Huang Xiaoyun brought the food in.

Zhou Li raised the bed, set up a small table, and opened the container.

Chunshui glanced—all vegetarian.

Zhou Li handed her a spoon, checking her IV. “You’ve got a bit more IV. Eat something first.”

Chunshui took it. Zhou Li stood, propping a pillow higher behind her.

With the IV in her right hand, Chunshui struggled to pick up food. Zhou Li occasionally used chopsticks to feed her.

Chunshui wasn’t used to it.

She disliked being cared for—it made her seem weak.

Doctor Zhou had somehow slipped past the safety line she’d drawn in her heart.

Chunshui lowered her eyes, looking at the plain porridge.

When she entered the industry, her first training lesson was to never drink or eat what others offered. She’d always followed that.

But Doctor Zhou effortlessly broke her usual habits.

Chunshui lifted the spoon, slowly swallowing. Her tight taste buds opened, and her stomach settled.

Zhou Li watched her eat, looking docile, and boasted, “This porridge is our cafeteria’s best seller—beautifying and appetizing. People who’ve tried it want to poach our chef. I went through hell to keep him.”

Chunshui’s lips curled unaware, the desolation in her eyes fading, reflecting the person across from her. She teased, “Didn’t you give the chef a raise?”

“I did, I did.” Zhou Li picked up some side dishes for her. “Try this. Another cafeteria specialty.”

Chunshui ate, nodding in approval.

Chunshui smiled. “No one’s tried to poach the side dish chef?”

Zhou Li laughed. “You want to poach him? No way. Looks like I need to give the chefs another raise!”

Her pained expression made Chunshui laugh out loud.

After Chunshui finished, Zhou Li stepped out, returned, pulled cotton swabs from her coat pocket, and removed the IV needle.

Her movements were gentle. She said softly, “Press the needle site. Your rehab therapist is coming. I told him about your condition—you’re resting today. You don’t mind me meddling, right?”

Zhou Li looked up, a strand of hair falling across her cheek, glowing faintly on her porcelain face. Her light eyes under gold-rimmed glasses held a hint of unease.

Chunshui’s gaze landed on Zhou Li’s face, lingering on her striking features. Her eyes flickered, feeling an urge to tuck that stray hair away. She smiled faintly. “I’ll listen to you, Doctor Zhou.”

Zhou Li’s eyes lit up, and she smiled, lips pursed unconsciously.

Chunshui was unusually cooperative today.

Zhou Li handed her the swabs, gave Huang Xiaoyun instructions to check her temperature tonight, and left the ward. She scratched her cheek oddly, asking the system, “Why’s she so docile today? Was she just whining to me?”

Zhou Li realized belatedly.

The female protagonist, so strong, had listed her pains— wasn’t that whining? She hadn’t noticed, acting clueless and not comforting her much.

Zhou Li covered her face.

She had little experience with whining. Next time, she’d react better!

Zhou Li clenched her fist.

System: …

After Zhou Li left, Chunshui’s expression turned cold again. She asked Huang Xiaoyun, “Did Fang Yan call?”

Having seen her boss’s full mood shift, Huang Xiaoyun swallowed and replied cautiously, “Assistant Fang called. He heard you’re sick and said to rest well.”

“Give me my phone,” Chunshui demanded.

Huang Xiaoyun wanted to urge her boss to rest but didn’t dare, handing over the fully charged phone.

Chunshui checked online. Zhou Xi and Li Hongqing’s retirement news was everywhere, with their apologies to her trending, though not highly.

Chunshui scrolled past, uninterested, and watched Zhou Xi’s apology video, a cold smile on her lips.

Her phone had an unread message.

[Can’t touch Wang Shan— the fish behind her’s too big. The big fish mediated, making Feng Ziying let Zhou Xi go.]

Chunshui turned off her phone, leaning back against the headboard. Her earlier good mood vanished.

The fish wasn’t hooked yet. Her path was still long.

The next morning, Chunshui woke, habitually standing by the window.

Dawn came earlier, an orange sun hanging low, the sky whitening.

She stretched, looked down, and saw Zhou Li.

Doctor Zhou’s exercise time seemed irregular.

As the thought crossed her mind, Chunshui saw Zhou Li jogging with Director Zhang’s wife.

Bai SuFang panted heavily. “I’m done, I can’t.” She clutched her knees, whining, “Said I’d run a lap with you, Doctor Zhou, but this lap’s burned my whole week’s exercise.”

Zhou Li chuckled. “It’s not that bad. Didn’t I tell you to wait here?”

Bai SuFang caught her breath. “Haven’t run in ages, thought I’d try. Old arms and legs aren’t up for it.”

Zhou Li helped Bai SuFang regulate her breathing, then said, “You’re not that old, Madam.”

Bai SuFang shook her head, sighing, “I’m getting up there.”

Zhou Li didn’t reply. Bai SuFang walked with her. After running, they couldn’t sit right away. Today’s exercise was indoors, so they strolled in the garden. Bai SuFang probed, “Yesterday, you mentioned actress Chunshui. Do you know her?”

Zhou Li nodded.

Of course, she knew her—not just knew her, she was her patient.

Bai SuFang asked, “Do you have her contact info, Doctor Zhou?”

Zhou Li turned, not confirming or denying, and countered, “Why’s Madam asking about her?”

Bai SuFang pondered how to answer.

Directly or indirectly?

Chunshui was a brilliant filmmaker.

She had a contradictory aura. Her eyes on the movie screen drew countless viewers, and she was stunning.

Almond eyes, peach-blossom face, aloof yet emotive, but her temper wasn’t great.

Arrogant, dismissive, rewriting scripts, ignoring directors— industry rumors.

Thinking of these, Bai SuFang figured if Chunshui joined, Director Zhang would have worse headaches, but that was later. She said directly, “My husband wants her for the role of Guanyin.”