All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 2

The air seemed to freeze.

Zhou Li frowned slightly, her expression serious as she looked at Litchi.

This was the person who stole the female protagonist’s status?

She wore a white dress, delicate like a little white flower.

Her eyes sparkled with a foolish yet clear light, curiously gazing at Zhou Li.

“Are you Doctor Zhou?”

“I’m Litchi. I heard you’re great at cosmetic procedures.”

Zhou Li pushed up her glasses and said indifferently, “My plastic surgery skills are even better. Do you need surgery? I can recommend procedures.”

Litchi was slightly taken aback, her eyes showing a hint of grievance.

Why was this doctor so rude to her right from the start?

“Doctor Zhou, my face doesn’t need surgery, does it?” Litchi said, sounding wronged.

When she debuted, everyone praised her smooth features, saying she could rival the Triple Golden Actress Chunshui.

And now, indeed, she was just one domestic Best Actress title away.

At this point in her career, almost no one had ever made her feel wronged, yet today, a doctor did.

Litchi pouted, clutching her bag tightly, clearly dissatisfied.

Zhou Li said coldly, “Your nose isn’t sharp enough; you could use a tip enhancement.”

“Your eye corners are too small, your smile’s curve isn’t natural enough, and though your face is round now due to youth and collagen, it’ll sag when you age.”

Litchi instinctively touched her face.

She looked at Zhou Li, who maintained a professional demeanor.

It was hard to tell if she was mocking her or not.

But Litchi wasn’t here for a surgery consultation; she came to visit a patient.

A female actress from her crew had been injured while doing wire stunts, breaking ribs and severely scraping her face.

That actress refused treatment at a top-tier hospital’s plastic surgery department and insisted on coming here.

Curious, Litchi tagged along.

This private hospital was said to offer not only plastic surgery but also standard cosmetic procedures.

Litchi wouldn’t consider surgery—she believed she was already beautiful enough—but cosmetic procedures tempted her.

After all, what woman in her profession didn’t love beauty?

Litchi complained softly, “Doctor, if you keep talking like this, I’ll go to another hospital.”

Zhou Li’s frown deepened.

Do I know you that well? What’s with the coy tone?

Shaking off the goosebumps, Zhou Li recalled the female protagonist’s request not to let others know she was receiving treatment here—especially this person.

Unable to stand Litchi’s affected expression, Zhou Li pushed her glasses again and said, “I was talking about the fruit litchis earlier, not you.”

“If you need cosmetic procedures, go left to the front desk. They’ll warmly assist you. Excuse me.”

Zhou Li turned, knocked twice on the door behind her, and said professionally, “Ward rounds.”

The door opened a crack, and Zhou Li raised an eyebrow—it was Chunshui’s assistant.

She slipped inside, blocking the curious gaze from outside.

Chunshui had changed into a hospital gown and was sitting in her wheelchair, likely having overheard the conversation outside.

Zhou Li’s eyes met Chunshui’s.

She had a pair of beautiful eyes, her gaze cold when looking at people.

Neither spoke first, an invisible contest forming between them.

In the end, Zhou Li couldn’t hold out.

Seeing Chunshui reminded her of her earlier embarrassment.

Not crawling into a hole was already a testament to her mental strength.

Silently chanting three times: That wasn’t me, that wasn’t me, that wasn’t me.

Zhou Li forced a smile and spoke first.

“Seems today’s not a good day—too many familiar faces.”

Chunshui’s eyes narrowed.

She was sitting, Zhou Li standing, and their proximity forced her to tilt her neck to look up at Zhou Li.

She wasn’t sure if Zhou Li did it on purpose.

She had heard the entire conversation outside.

Doctor Zhou was quite a mischievous person.

Chunshui’s neck ached, and she lowered her head first.

Ending the unspoken contest.

Zhou Li let out a breath.

For some reason, being around the female protagonist gave her immense pressure.

Like facing a bureau leader dangling empty promises.

Chunshui said to her assistant, “Get my scarf.”

The assistant unfolded a two-meter-long square scarf, draping it over Chunshui’s head, wrapping her slim frame tightly. With a mask and sunglasses, nothing was visible.

In a plastic surgery hospital like Zhou Li’s, many patients dressed like this post-surgery, so it didn’t draw odd looks, though the disguise would have to come off for tests.

Without Chunshui saying a word, Zhou Li understood and called the testing departments to clear them out.

As the dean, owner, and sole investor of this hospital, Zhou Li had that authority.

Perhaps finding the wheelchair too conspicuous, Chunshui slowly stood up.

Zhou Li was surprised. “You can walk?”

Chunshui’s expression was blank, tossing her a faint “Mm.”

Terribly cold.

Zhou Li touched her nose and led the way.

Thankfully, she’d familiarized herself with the hospital yesterday, or she’d have made a fool of herself today.

As the hospital dean, not knowing her own hospital’s layout would be too embarrassing.

Having already lost face once in front of the female protagonist, Zhou Li didn’t want to do it again.

This time, luck was on her side—no more familiar faces.

Or perhaps because Zhou Li had ordered the staff to clear the area.

Chunshui smoothly completed all her physical exams.

As she exited the CT scanner, her legs suddenly gave out, and she pitched forward.

Zhou Li had just finished speaking with the testing room doctor. Turning, her eyes widened in shock, and she rushed to catch Chunshui.

Chunshui’s legs throbbed with pain.

She nearly crashed to the floor.

Her arms instinctively gripped Zhou Li’s shoulders tightly as Zhou Li scooped her up under her arms like a child.

Caught off guard, Zhou Li was pulled down, kneeling on one knee.

Chunshui’s cheek hit Zhou Li’s chest.

She clenched her teeth, no romantic thoughts, her left leg twitching uncontrollably.

Zhou Li sighed.

She felt the female protagonist’s stubbornness.

If her body wasn’t healed, just use the wheelchair.

Why push herself?

With effort, Zhou Li helped Chunshui up, standing herself.

Before Chunshui could react, Zhou Li lifted her by the waist and set her on the CT scanner’s bed.

Her feet still twitched uncontrollably.

Chunshui sat on the bed, expressionless, and slapped her thigh hard. As she raised her hand for a second slap, Zhou Li grabbed it.

“If your body’s unwell, don’t blame it.”

“It’s not at fault.”

Zhou Li said calmly, releasing Chunshui’s hand. She crouched in front of her, carefully rolling up her left pant leg, resting Chunshui’s foot on her own thigh without showing any surprise. She massaged downward along the leg’s muscles.

As if this was routine for her.

Chunshui looked down at Doctor Zhou’s slender, beautiful hands gently gripping her calf, slowly massaging downward.

The warmth of her palms smoothed out the spasming muscles, even calming the uncontrollable trembling.

Zhou Li showed no emotion on her face but couldn’t help complaining to the system in her mind.

Zhou Li: [Look at the scars on her leg.]

Zhou Li: [She’s really been through hell.]

From thigh to calf, left and right, long scars ran down each side.

Surgery stitches were still visible, looking painful.

Smaller, unhealed scars dotted her leg.

It was clear this leg had taken a devastating blow.

The fact that she could stand now showed how much effort she’d put in.

Zhou Li admired the female protagonist a bit.

She herself was terrified of pain. If someone sliced her legs like that, she’d probably scare herself to death before the surgery.

The system had just finished its investigation and hadn’t shared the results with Zhou Li yet.

As Zhou Li spoke, its mechanical voice sounded slowly in her mind.

System: [As you suspected, the female protagonist spent these three years abroad in rehabilitation.]

System: [The car accident caused a ruptured Achilles tendon and a fractured leg bone.]

System: [She nearly became disabled, tried many methods, and finally had steel pins inserted on both sides of her left leg to stand, but she can’t stand for long.]

System: [Twelve steel pins were inserted on each side of her left leg.]

Zhou Li’s eyes sparkled.

Unthinkingly, she blurted out, “Please! That’s so cool!”

“What?” Chunshui frowned at Zhou Li.

Zhou Li realized she’d spoken her system conversation aloud.

Her small nose wrinkled.

Chunshui saw it clearly and pressed calmly, “What’s so cool?”

Zhou Li avoided Chunshui’s gaze, lowered her leg, and thoughtfully pulled her pant leg back down.

The loose pant leg swayed on Chunshui’s leg, occasionally revealing her pale, delicate foot.

Zhou Li stayed silent about her slip-up, standing and changing the subject.

“Your assistant should be back. Rest a bit and have him get the wheelchair.”

Chunshui didn’t push herself this time, nodding slowly at Zhou Li.

Zhou Li tried hard to ignore Chunshui’s gaze.

But Chunshui’s stare was like a laser, piercing through her.

Unable to stand it, Zhou Li laughed awkwardly. “I’ll check your scans.”

She went to the computer, pretending to study them.

Chunshui’s gaze stayed on Zhou Li, noticing her discomfort.

She lowered her head, wiggling her leg.

It didn’t hurt anymore.

The assistant returned with the paperwork.

Zhou Li felt she could finally escape.

All tests were done, and it was time for routine treatment.

Zhou Li quickly gave instructions and left.

Watching Doctor Zhou stride away around the hospital corner, Chunshui said to her assistant behind her, “Let’s go.”

The assistant brought the wheelchair, and she sat in it. In a corner unseen by others, her shoulders slumped slightly.

She was indeed tired.

She shouldn’t have pushed herself.

But for some reason, in front of Doctor Zhou, she didn’t want to seem inferior.

She hadn’t expected Doctor Zhou to call her condition cool.

Chunshui looked at her left leg.

After Doctor Zhou’s massage, it felt much better.

Though standing still hurt.

Each step felt like dancing on a knife’s edge.

But that was enough.

At least she could pretend she wasn’t disabled.

Faking normalcy.

Leaning back, Chunshui wrapped her shawl tightly.

Her face, hidden behind sunglasses and a mask, showed deep exhaustion.