All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 18

What’s your real motive?

Chunshui didn’t believe in love without reason.

Her question caught Zhou Li off guard.

Am I good to her? she wondered to herself.

She was just doing her mission—hardly being “good.” But she couldn’t say that, could she?

Zhou Li stayed silent for a long moment until a breeze made Chunshui cough lightly, snapping her out of it.

She moved to Chunshui’s side to block the wind, adjusted the thin blanket to cover her tightly, then crouched, hands on the wheelchair’s armrests. “I don’t have any motive, nor do I think what I’ve done is being good to you. I just did what I wanted.”

It was all for the mission.

Zhou Li knew that clearly.

Chunshui, though, thought this side of her was good.

Zhou Li felt guilty, thinking she was pretty awful.

Chunshui leaned forward, looking at Zhou Li, who tilted her head up. She grabbed Zhou Li’s chin, forcing her neck to stretch.

Zhou Li, slightly startled, forgot to pull away, hearing Chunshui ask, “You really don’t want anything from me?”

Zhou Li found the question odd.

Her eyes showed a trace of confusion, their light color deepening in the night.

Zhou Li said, “Of course not.”

She felt wronged.

She only wanted to complete her mission, nothing more from the female protagonist.

Chunshui stared deeply into her eyes.

Chunshui said, “Doctor Zhou, I hope you remember what you said today.”

She let go. “I have my plans. Doctor Zhou, just focus on treating me.”

She turned the wheelchair. Zhou Li, without support, nearly fell, catching herself awkwardly on the ground, crouching as she watched the female protagonist’s back.

Huang Xiaoyun, watching from afar, saw their tense parting. She shoved her milk tea into the bodyguard’s hand and rushed to push Chunshui.

Zhou Li frowned, stood, dusted her hands, and asked the system, “What does the female protagonist mean?”

System: “Detected that the female protagonist’s film ‘Small Town Girl’ from five years ago is shortlisted for the main competition at the San Sebastián International Film Festival.”

Zhou Li’s eyes widened. “So she might win an award?”

System: “Probability of winning is over eighty percent.”

Zhou Li perked up. “Then she’ll definitely attend the San Sebastián International Film Festival!”

This was her real comeback moment!

Whether her film won or not, being in a Category A festival was enough to outshine the industry’s new stars!

“When’s the festival?” Zhou Li asked urgently.

If she didn’t heal Chunshui’s facial scars before the festival, with her pride, she’d never attend!

“June,” the system replied.

Less than two months away.

Zhou Li took a deep breath. “Can the miraculous ancient formula heal her cheek scars in a month?”

She grew worried. No wonder Chunshui told her to stick to her job and not meddle— if her face wasn’t healed, talk of acting and a comeback was pointless!

“It can,” the system reassured. “Main God products…”

“Are always top-notch, right?” Zhou Li finished, smiling. “I’ll hold you to that.”

…

Zhou Li had changed these past few days.

Chunshui could feel it.

Since their talk that night, she’d become reserved and polite.

Outside of ward conversations, when they met in the hospital, Zhou Li only nodded lightly and walked away, not lingering.

Chunshui set down her files, gazing absently at the garden below.

Huang Xiaoyun came in with fresh flowers, replacing the wilted ones in the vase.

She hummed, smiling, moving lightly to not disturb Chunshui’s work.

Caught off guard, her boss asked, “Who sent the flowers?”

“Doctor Zhou got them from a shop…” Huang Xiaoyun hiccuped, startled, looking at Chunshui like she’d done something wrong.

Chunshui glanced at the flowers on the nightstand, then back, calmly returning to her files, as if it was a casual question.

Huang Xiaoyun exhaled, swapped the flowers, and hurried out.

When the door closed softly, Chunshui turned to the flowers. The pink-yellow bouquet tickled her heart. She sighed and went back to her files.

Zhou Li wasn’t idle either, gathering projects and scripts through contacts. They thought she was interested in film investments. Looking at the pile of scripts on her desk, she complained to the system, “How can anything get made into a movie now? Do these people know what they’re filming?”

She sighed, slumping in her chair, unwilling to move.

Directors with Director Zhang’s caliber and craft were rare, and his script was genuinely well-polished.

Zhou Li still wanted to convince Chunshui to take it.

She knew Chunshui had her plans, but while her face could be healed, good scripts were hard to come by.

Bai SuFang was getting anxious too. A week after giving Zhou Li the script, there was no word. She took it as a rejection and urged Director Zhang to find another actress. He smoked, thought, and shook his head. “Let’s wait.”

Bai SuFang let him be but probed Zhou Li during morning exercises. Zhou Li decided to talk to Chunshui again today.

After nearly a month of treatment, Chunshui’s left cheek scars had faded significantly. With heavy concealer, no one could tell she was injured.

At treatment time, Zhou Li steeled herself.

Talking to Chunshui was tough—only when she was sick was she gentle. Normally, three sentences got two sharp retorts, making Zhou Li nervous, wondering if Chunshui disliked her, though she seemed normal with others.

Taking the tray from the nurses’ station, a nurse called out, “Doctor Zhou, treating 215?”

Zhou Li nodded. The nurse leaned in, whispering, “A stunning beauty’s in 215. I delivered meds earlier, and it’s the first time I saw 215 smile so happily.”

Zhou Li froze. Chunshui’s friend? She’d been hospitalized so long, and this was her first visitor.

Zhou Li nodded, acknowledging.

Watching the dean’s back, the nurse fumed.

Dean! That woman might be your rival! How are you so calm?

At the ward, Huang Xiaoyun and a bodyguard stood guard. Seeing Zhou Li, Huang Xiaoyun smiled. “Doctor Zhou’s here.”

“Can I go in?” Zhou Li asked.

Chunshui valued privacy. With a friend there, she might not want treatment now.

Huang Xiaoyun hesitated. Her boss had said no outsiders, but Doctor Zhou didn’t count, right?

She said, “I’ll ask boss.”

Inside, Chunshui and Hua Yun—one standing, one sitting.

Huang Xiaoyun’s voice came through the door. “Boss, Doctor Zhou’s here.”

Chunshui glanced at the time, saying to Hua Yun, “You’ve seen my condition. I’ll go to the festival.” Her lips curved slightly. “I need the world to see me, or they’ll forget me.”

Hua Yun sighed in relief, smiling.

The heavy atmosphere lifted. Chunshui called out, “Come in.”

Zhou Li, holding the tray, opened the door. Hua Yun saw the doctor and said to Chunshui, “I’ll go.”

Chunshui stood. “I’ll walk you out.”

“No need.” Hua Yun shrugged, pressed Chunshui’s shoulders, and lightly kissed her right cheek. “Hope you come see me soon.” She waved, grabbed her bag from the bed, nodded to Zhou Li, and left with a waft of perfume.

Zhou Li stood at the door, stunned, unsure whether to enter.

Her mind screamed to the system.

Holy crap! A lesbian!