All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 30.1

“Ouch! Pain, pain, pain!” Zhou Xi clutched Chunshui’s waist with one hand, wincing aloud but secretly enjoying it.

Before passing out, her biggest worry was Chunshui. Seeing her so lively now truly made her happy.

“Where does it hurt? Did I press your wound?” Chunshui anxiously supported Zhou Xi.

Zhou Xi’s lips curved into a smile, “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Chunshui relaxed.

She helped Zhou Xi sit up, pulled a stool from under the bed, and sat beside her, gazing at her wordlessly.

She had so much to say, but at this moment, words failed her.

Zhou Xi asked, “You’re not hurt, right?”

Chunshui shook her head, her eyes reddening, “Where did you come from back then? It was so dangerous, and you still rushed in.”

Zhou Xi gave an awkward smile, “I didn’t think much.”

Chunshui’s nose stung, but she held back tears.

“I’ll get the doctor.”

Outside the room, Chunshui tilted her head back, forcing the tears away.

She used to cry or stop on cue, an actor’s basic skill, but now she couldn’t control it.

In front of Zhou Xi, she felt helpless, like the fragile girl from her debut days.

Though older than Zhou Xi, she was a mess in a crisis.

Zhou Xi glanced at the bedside call button.

Was Chunshui startled by her awakening?

Why run for a doctor when the button was right there?

Chunshui composed herself and fetched the doctor.

After examining Zhou Xi, the doctor looked puzzled.

By all accounts, this patient nearly died during rescue, with no vital signs detected.

She should be weak, but aside from the shoulder injury, she was remarkably healthy.

Zhou Xi saw the doctor’s confusion. In this world, the system’s functions were limited, but her body was under the Fast-Travel Bureau’s protection.

As long as the female lead lived, even severe injuries would heal gradually.

The doctor said, “You’re fine and can be discharged.”

Chunshui was thrilled, simply thinking Zhou Xi had a strong constitution.

Zhou Xi’s back ached from lying down.

Wanting to walk, Chunshui helped her out of bed. Zhou Xi found the scene familiar—when Chunshui was hospitalized, she did this daily.

Now the tables turned, with her in bed and Chunshui helping.

Fate was ironic.

Strands of Chunshui’s hair fell, blocking her view. Worried, she stayed close, eyes fixed on Zhou Xi, ready to catch her if her legs gave out.

Zhou Xi saw her tension, her heart softening like cotton.

She reached out, brushed the hair from Chunshui’s forehead, and took her hand.

Warm hand met cold. Zhou Xi smiled, “Let’s go.”

Chunshui followed, dazed.

They strolled the hospital a few times.

Zhou Xi’s right shoulder blade was injured; moving her arm hurt.

Her left hand was fine, but she could only lie flat or on her left, with a soft pillow to avoid pressure on the wound.

Chunshui’s only worry was Zhou Xi’s hands.

As a doctor, hand issues could end her surgical career.

Though the doctor cleared her, Chunshui booked a nerve test. Zhou Xi felt a twinge of guilt—her surgeries were system-hosted, within its capabilities.

Still, she accepted Chunshui’s kindness.

They returned to the room hand-in-hand, opening the door to find the entire crew packed inside.

“Doctor Zhou, you’re awake!”

In front of others, Chunshui instinctively let go, but Zhou Xi held on, smiling naturally, “So many people?”

Her ease made others think nothing of it—men often got chummy, so why not women?

With so many around, Chunshui’s palm sweated nervously.

Zhou Xi gently but firmly pulled her into the room.

The producer placed flowers by Zhou Xi’s bed.

Director Zhang stood guiltily, like a scolded child.

Bai SuFang nudged him.

He mumbled, then apologized, “Doctor Zhou, it’s all my fault. I didn’t ensure safety.”

The others bowed their heads with him.

Zhou Xi waved them up, sitting back on the bed.

Chunshui raised the bed and grabbed the kettle, saying she’d get water, leaving the room to them.

Zhou Xi said, “It’s not your fault. Just an accident.”

Director Zhang waved others out, leaving him, the producer, and Bai SuFang. He pulled out a card, “You’re right, but we must compensate. I’ve prepared 300,000 personally, and the crew adds 200,000. This 500,000 is our compensation.”

Zhou Xi smiled, surprised by Director Zhang’s sincerity.

She said, “This has nothing to do with the crew. I’m fine, so I can’t take it.”

Zhang Xiu insisted, placing the card down.

Zhou Xi nearly died saving Chunshui.

Without her, the project might’ve collapsed, and Zhang Xiu’s career with it.

The compensation was the producer’s idea too.

Zhou Xi, a doctor with her own hospital, didn’t need money, but since it happened on their set, they couldn’t shortchange her.

Zhang Xiu pressed, and Bai SuFang urged too. Zhou Xi reluctantly accepted.

Their faces eased, guilt lessening.

Zhou Xi asked, “Did the site investigation find anything? Accident or sabotage?” Her words carried weight. Zhang Xiu’s face darkened. He’d heard of Litchi’s bad luck but didn’t expect this. He considered replacing her—his crew didn’t need such a “lucky charm!”

Bai SuFang sighed, “The studio’s contractor took responsibility. They admitted poor maintenance caused the light to fall. Police arrested the safety officer and maintenance staff. They were negligent, faking inspection logs, leading to this.”

Zhou Xi was unsurprised nothing solid was found, only “accident.” Frowning, she asked the system, “Got evidence to take down Li Xia?”

The system could pull Li Xia’s incriminating footage, but it was too private, like a god’s-eye view. Submitting it might get Zhou Xi labeled a freak before Li Xia was caught.

Footage wasn’t direct evidence without a witness.

Zhou Xi thought of Wang Yongan, the driver who hit Chunshui.

If he recanted, Li Xia would be done.

Without that, even with evidence, Li Xia could blame underlings, letting them take the fall. Zhou Xi was strategizing.

Bai SuFang, thinking Zhou Xi was tired, nudged Director Zhang.

They bid her rest and left. Chunshui returned with water, finding the room empty.

Seeing the card on the nightstand, she poured Zhou Xi hot water to cool and asked how to handle it.

With her keen insight, Chunshui, who’d been caring for Zhou Xi, knew her condition and had informed Director Zhang. She was aware of their discussions.

Zhou Xi glanced, “I’ll donate it.”

Small-world money was useless in the big world—just paper to her.

Chunshui was surprised by Zhou Xi’s nonchalance.

Zhou Xi’s reputation screamed greed, yet she seemed to both value and dismiss money.

Zhou Xi didn’t realize her persona had crumbled in Chunshui’s eyes.

Taking the warm water, perfectly tempered, Zhou Xi sipped, pondering, “Do you think this was an accident?”

Expecting Chunshui to dodge, she was surprised when Chunshui sneered, “No!”

Zhou Xi paused, probing, “Who do you think did it?”

“Li Xia.”

Chunshui lowered her eyes, sharing a past story with Zhou Xi.

Not three years ago, but soon after her debut, Li Xia had stalked her.

Back then, Li Xia was an obsessive fan, fixated on Chunshui’s debut role.

Chunshui reported her to the police, but Li Xia didn’t stop, hiring people to harass her, booking the same flights, attending the same events.

Three years ago, Li Xia, believing she had enough clout, arranged a meeting through someone.

Chunshui, nearing the end of her agency contract, thought Leading Entertainment wanted to discuss a deal.

Instead, she met Li Xia.

Li Xia offered a sugar-daddy deal, promising all company resources and international opportunities if Chunshui agreed.

Chunshui said, “I messed up back then.”

Zhou Xi frowned, thinking Chunshui blamed herself for clashing with Li Xia over her injury.

She comforted, “It’s not your fault. Who knew she was crazy?”

“No,” Chunshui said coldly, “I should’ve crushed her then.”

Zhou Xi froze, then laughed, nearly spilling her water.

“So that’s how it is,” Zhou Xi didn’t hide her disgust for Li Xia.

“You really should’ve crushed her.”

Chunshui’s lips curved, “I thought Doctor Zhou was very kind.”

Zhou Xi smiled back, “Likewise.”

“Don’t worry about this, Doctor Zhou,” Chunshui took the cup, holding Zhou Xi’s hand.

“Rest well. I won’t let her go. Just be okay, Doctor Zhou.”