All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 19

Seeing Zhou Li, Chunshui knew she’d misunderstood.

With anyone else, Chunshui might not bother explaining, but Doctor Zhou…

She spoke up. “This is my friend Hua Yun, a Chinese-American.”

Zhou Li nodded, unsure if she’d really heard, looking dazed.

Zhou Li thought nervously to herself.

No wonder the female protagonist thought she liked women—maybe the female protagonist was the one deep in the closet?

She gave Chunshui a long look.

Chunshui: ?

Chunshui said patiently, “Doctor Zhou, ask if you want.”

Zhou Li shook her head, instead praising, “Your friend’s very pretty.”

Chunshui pursed her lips, displeased. “You’re more likable than her.”

Zhou Li: ?

Their eyes met. Chunshui looked away first, asking, “Doctor Zhou, been busy lately?”

Zhou Li prepared her tools, nodding. “Got a few new patients.”

Chunshui pursed her lips, still annoyed, and couldn’t help saying, “With Doctor Zhou’s great skills, won’t too many patients overwhelm you?”

Zhou Li grinned foolishly. “I’ve got assistants. Not too busy.”

So, busy or not?

Chunshui turned to study her. Zhou Li’s profile was striking—smooth bone structure, clear and sharp aura, short ponytail resting on her shoulder, swaying with her movements. Her focused preparation was cool.

Chunshui had seen many beauties in the entertainment industry—few around her weren’t attractive—dulling her sense of beauty. Today, she realized Doctor Zhou was quite good-looking, the type to easily draw affection. No wonder the nurses at the station always got flustered around her.

So, Doctor Zhou had no words for her but plenty for others?

Zhou Li turned, holding tweezers, and said to Chunshui, “Tilt your head.”

She disinfected Chunshui’s cheek with curved tweezers.

Lately, she’d been careful to limit physical contact unless necessary.

Chunshui tilted her head, eyes open, staring at Zhou Li.

Zhou Li avoided her gaze, her back sweating coldly.

She’d been deliberately distant from the female protagonist, thinking seriously about the mission and testing what Chunshui really thought of her.

Something felt off.

If Chunshui knew she liked her, she’d likely set boundaries, but aside from some probing, their relationship felt oddly ambiguous.

Chunshui’s gaze was piercing, as if seeing through her. Zhou Li screamed for help in her mind, barely holding herself together.

Zhou Li turned, a faint white glow around her.

She stood in light, while Chunshui was in shadow.

Chunshui’s slender wrist rested on the bed, her hospital gown too big, a coat draped over her shoulders, giving a fragile air. Zhou Li had been fooled by this at first, but the female protagonist was resilient, no matter her circumstances.

Zhou Li applied the ointment.

Usually, Chunshui’s eyes were half-closed, avoiding contact.

Today, her dark eyes watched Zhou Li quietly, like she was observing a performance.

Zhou Li couldn’t hold back. “Close your eyes.”

Chunshui’s eyes twinkled with amusement. She obediently closed them but didn’t let up. “Is Doctor Zhou afraid of being looked at?”

Zhou Li: “Not afraid.”

Just no patient stared as intensely as you, making her sweat.

So, make her close her eyes?

Chunshui smiled faintly.

Zhou Li lifted her chin, applying the ointment carefully.

Done, Zhou Li removed her gloves.

Chunshui watched her meticulously organize the tray.

Everything on the white tray was put back in place.

Zhou Li turned, hands in her pockets, leaning back against the cabinet.

“Let’s talk,” she said.

“About what?” Chunshui asked.

Zhou Li blinked nervously. “The script.”

“I rejected it last week,” Chunshui said, her face unchanged.

Zhou Li licked her lips. “It’s a good script. You should try it.”

Chunshui smiled. “What’s Doctor Zhou’s role here? Agent? Middleman? I recall saying I didn’t want anyone knowing I’m here.”

“Doctor Zhou, don’t you think you’ve done something wrong?”

Zhou Li was silent for a moment.

She said earnestly, “I haven’t told anyone you’re here for treatment.”

“Then why did Director Zhang’s wife ask you to find me?” Chunshui asked coolly.

Zhou Li broke out in a cold sweat.

How did the female protagonist know it was Bai SuFang, not Director Zhang?

Chunshui seemed to read her thoughts.

She stood, facing Zhou Li with her left cheek, the half-black mask not hiding her presence. She stepped toward Zhou Li, imposing.

“Is Doctor Zhou wondering how I knew?” Chunshui’s lips curved. She pressed a hand on the cabinet behind Zhou Li, leaning close. Zhou Li tilted her head back, knocking something over with a bang. Chunshui’s lips, nearly brushing her nose, turned right. Zhou Li followed her gaze to the garden outside.

The place looked familiar.

Wasn’t that where she and Bai SuFang exercised in the morning?

Zhou Li’s pupils shook, but Chunshui had already stepped away.

She stood by the window, leaving Zhou Li only a back view.

“Doctor Zhou, I hate liars.”

Crack, Zhou Li’s heart broke into pieces.

She closed the door, shoulders slumping.

She muttered to the system in her mind, “What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?”

If there was a favorability score, the female protagonist’s would probably be negative.

System: …

System: “Wait.”

Zhou Li thought about it—true.

Then came the weekend.

Zhou Li had promised Bai SuFang’s old professor friend to meet this weekend.

They arranged a teahouse near Zhou Li’s hospital.

They’d planned to meet earlier, but the professor was away on research until this week.

Zhou Li arrived first, the professor later.

Zhou Li explained the miraculous ancient formula in detail.

The professor had called her sincerely, not acting superior, but calmly sharing his decades of clinical experience with skin disease patients, asking if Zhou Li would sell the formula to the state, with him as the liaison, promising fair treatment.

Zhou Li had the system check the professor’s background—a medical titan. She had no objections and shared the formula today.

The professor smiled. “You’re an honest young lady. I won’t shortchange you. Name a price, and I’ll have the money sent.”

Zhou Li shook her head, smiling. “I’m happy to contribute to the country. No need for money.”

The professor nodded, praising her as a promising youth.

Zhou Li blushed—she was just passing on someone else’s gift.

She helped the professor out, down the stairs, and ran into Director Zhang and Chunshui at the entrance.

Chunshui wore a champagne-colored ankle-length dress, her waist soft, a white fur shawl on her shoulders, hair neatly tied with ribbons, face in delicate nude makeup, showing no trace of injury.

Zhou Li looked at Chunshui, then at Director Zhang, stunned.

The professor looked confused, but Director Zhang spoke first. “Doctor Zhou, what a coincidence?”

Zhou Li nodded.

Director Zhang said happily, “Haven’t thanked you for bridging the gap. We just finished talking. How about I treat you to dinner?”

It was done.

Zhou Li was dazed. The professor tugged her sleeve. “I’ll leave you young folks to it.”

Zhou Li snapped back, saying to Director Zhang, “Not today, I’ve got things to do.”

She escorted the professor down.

Director Zhang saw Chunshui off.

The four stood by the road. The professor left briskly. Director Zhang lingered at the car window, excitedly talking to Chunshui about something.

Zhou Li felt glum, turned, and left the teahouse.

The hospital was close, so she’d walked.

After a bit, a black car slowed, trailing her.

Zhou Li ignored it.

The car window slid down. Huang Xiaoyun, in the passenger seat, said cheerfully, “Doctor Zhou, boss says we’ll drop you off.”

You don’t hit a smiling face. Zhou Li’s frustration was with Chunshui.

She got in beside Chunshui, face dark.

Chunshui looked out the window, her profile sharp, pale lips like delicate dew on a lotus leaf. She ignored Zhou Li, seeming distant.

Zhou Li’s cheeks puffed, deflating by the hospital.

She got out first, followed by Chunshui. The driver and Huang Xiaoyun went to park in the garage.

Zhou Li stormed a few steps, then turned back to Chunshui, who walked slowly. She marched up, demanding, “Is it fun to trick me?”

Had Chunshui liked the script all along, rejected her to see her fret, then contacted Director Zhang?

Chunshui raised her eyes, calm as still water. “Isn’t this what Doctor Zhou wanted? Why be unhappy?”