All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 33.2

Like a prisoner awaiting execution, she longed for the blade to fall quickly yet feared death.

She tugged her pinned hand.

Chunshui let out a moan.

Feeling her feverish body, Zhou Xi frowned.

She freed her hand; Chunshui didn’t wake.

Sensing trouble, she touched Chunshui’s forehead.

She was burning up.

Zhou Xi panicked.

She called softly, “Chunshui?”

Then louder.

No response.

Chunshui’s consciousness was fading.

Zhou Xi jumped up, her medical knowledge kicking in, directing her.

She found fever medicine, wet a towel to cool Chunshui, ignoring her shyness, running around in just underwear, legs bare.

Chunshui sweated heavily.

Zhou Xi saw it wasn’t enough, needing to cool her more.

Lifting the blanket, she saw bl00d on the sheets.

Her mind blanked.

Her period wasn’t due, and she knew Chunshui’s wasn’t either. It could only be from last night… causing the fever…

Trembling, Zhou Xi covered her, frantically grabbing her phone.

Clueless about this, despite being a doctor, she didn’t know how to care for someone in this situation.

Her phone had missed calls from the hospital. Ignoring them, she called a gynecology classmate she hadn’t contacted in ages, vaguely asking about post-event issues.

Her classmate paused, shocked Zhou Xi would ask this.

With scientific detachment, she explained, “…Post-care is crucial. Her fever might be from abrasions. Check if you were too rough, any swelling? If swollen, get anti-inflammatory cream. Be gentle, disinfect properly. It’s easy to get infections.”

Zhou Xi absorbed it, monitoring Chunshui. She applied a cold towel to her forehead, gave her medicine. Though groggy, Chunshui responded to her calls. Her temperature was 38.5°C. Zhou Xi planned to call an ambulance if it didn’t drop.

Glancing at Chunshui’s lower body, she swallowed, thanked her classmate, and hung up. Standing by the bed, she hesitated—should she check?

Her hand wavered, nearly lifting the blanket, when a hot hand grabbed hers. Chunshui woke, voice hoarse, “Doctor Zhou?”

Her hand was burning, like pulled from fire. She looked weak. Zhou Xi, panicked, answered shakily, “I’m here. You okay?”

“I thought you fled,” Chunshui smiled, her lips pale. “So happy to see you, Doctor Zhou.”

Guilt washed over Zhou Xi, “Yesterday… I… you…”

“It was my choice,” Chunshui’s smile was sweet. “You were gentle, Doctor Zhou.”

Zhou Xi remembered nothing.

More guilt hit her, “Anywhere else uncomfortable?” She hinted, “Down there?”

Chunshui clutched the blanket, half her face hidden, cheeks flushing, “I don’t know. Can you turn around so I can check?”

Zhou Xi turned, hearing rustling, her heart pounding louder each moment. Biting her lip, fists clenched, she cursed herself as a beast for acting while drunk.

Chunshui sat up, wrapped in the blanket, weak but not shy. Her pale legs were together, marked with fingerprints, heavier inward. Looking at Zhou Xi’s back, her voice turned coy, “Done.”

Zhou Xi turned, spring blooming in her heart. Chunshui’s shy smile said, “I’m fine, Doctor Zhou, just a bit sore.” Seeing the fingerprints on her legs, Zhou Xi imagined her force, her heart racing with guilt and blush. She whispered, “I’ll get you cream.”

Chunshui’s face reddened, eyes watery, melting anyone. Half-hidden, she murmured, “Okay.”

Zhou Xi grabbed clothes, scampering out, then sheepishly returned with a thermometer, “Wait till your fever drops before I go.”

Chunshui took it, placing it in her mouth, towel on her head, wrapped in the blanket, tilting back cutely and pitifully. Zhou Xi felt her heart crumble, whispering inwardly, “You’re done, Zhou Xi. You’ve completely fallen.”

Checking her temperature, the medicine worked—Chunshui’s fever dropped. Zhou Xi gave her water and left.

Chunshui, weakly sipping, heard the door. Setting down the cup, she stretched, her face pale but no longer frail.

This move was risky, but Zhou Xi took the bait.

She hadn’t expected the fever, likely from recent exhaustion and last night’s events triggering her weakness.

But it was good.

Touching her cool forehead, soaked in sweat, she showered.

Feeling better post-shower, she wondered why Zhou Xi wasn’t back. The pharmacy was nearby.

The doorbell rang. Thinking it was Zhou Xi, who didn’t have a key, Chunshui checked the mirror, lips curving, resuming her frail look.

Opening the door, her gaze chilled.

“You.”

Chunshui tried to close it, but Li Xia blocked it with her foot, wrenching it open, hissing, “You slept together?”

Chunshui’s face was cold. Unable to shut it, she let go, standing in her bathrobe, arms crossed.

“How’d you get up here? Where’s security?”

Li Xia’s eyes, bloodshot, fixed on the marks on Chunshui’s neck. She gritted her teeth, “Chunshui, have you no shame? Stripping in front of everyone back then! Now seducing others! You filthy…”

Slap! Li Xia’s head jerked left as Chunshui struck her.

“My business isn’t yours to judge.”

Li Xia’s head lowered, her short hair hiding her expression.

“You’ll regret this!” she spat.

Chunshui sneered, pressing the security button, “Someone’s trying to break in. Please handle it!”

She didn’t bother with Li Xia. Falling for her once was carelessness; now, she’d watch her trap herself.

The elevator stopped at her floor. Zhou Xi, carrying bags, saw Li Xia warily. Chunshui smiled at her return.

“Why so long, Doctor Zhou?” she cooed.

A side Li Xia had never seen.

Li Xia’s eyes reddened. Zhou Xi frowned, “What’re you doing here?”

Chunshui smiled, “Ignore her, Doctor Zhou. Just an irrelevant person.”

Worried Li Xia might harm Chunshui, Zhou Xi stepped in front.

Li Xia adjusted her clothes, a red slap mark on her face, still elegant. She said, “I’ll wait for you to beg me, Chunshui.”

“Mind yourself!” Zhou Xi snapped. Li Xia was swamped, yet posturing. If Zhou Xi were her, she’d slink away, not disgust others.

The elevator opened. Security arrived quickly. Li Xia, rushing over after hearing Chunshui took Zhou Xi home, came alone. Pushed by guards, she glared at them.

“I’ll go myself.”

The security captain apologized. Chunshui waved, shutting the door. Zhou Xi set her bags down, grumbling, “Bad luck. Heard magpies this morning, thought it was good news, not this jinx.”

Chunshui’s face lit up at Zhou Xi’s metaphor.

Seeing her standing, Zhou Xi pulled her to the couch, smelling her shower gel.

“You showered?”

Chunshui nodded. Zhou Xi tensed.

“You’re weak now. What if you fainted while I was gone?”

Chunshui laughed, her pale face glowing with joy at seeing Zhou Xi.

“You’re my cure, Doctor Zhou. I feel better already.”

Zhou Xi muttered, “Nonsense.” Shyly, she handed over the cream, “Know how to use this? For… there.” Her face exploded red.

Chunshui nodded, then shook her head, “There’s instructions if I don’t.”

Zhou Xi relaxed, whispering, “Can you apply it yourself?”

Chunshui’s cheeks reddened, but she teased, “I can’t. Will you help me, Doctor Zhou?”

Zhou Xi’s face boiled like a steaming kettle. Stammering, “O-Okay.”

Chunshui glanced at the cream, lowering her eyes, “Kidding, Doctor Zhou.”

Zhou Xi’s heart pounded, nearly bursting. Shyly, she said, “Go on, I’ll wait to eat.”

Chunshui’s lips curved subtly, nodding obediently.

After lunch, it was past noon.

The hospital called repeatedly, urging Zhou Xi to work. She laid out the medicine, instructing carefully.

“Take these—two types, doses marked on the boxes. Call if you feel bad. Don’t forget the topical cream.”

Chunshui looked compliant, eyes fixed on Zhou Xi.

Zhou Xi stood, scratching her head, thinking she’d covered everything. Chunshui waved.

“Busy? Go, Doctor Zhou. We’ll talk later.”

Zhou Xi felt she’d forgotten something—she owed Chunshui an explanation. Scratching her head, the hospital called again. Helpless, she left.

Once gone, Chunshui’s gaze grew empty, unfocused.

A risky move—would it work?

That night, Zhou Xi brought food. Chunshui had three days off to recover.

Seeing her better, Zhou Xi opened the food boxes, and they ate. Chunshui waited for Zhou Xi to speak. Zhou Xi hesitated. No report filed, but she could love and report later. Her debrief might get scolded, but with the realm gate closed, it wasn’t her fault.

Resolved, Zhou Xi pulled something from her pocket, sliding it to Chunshui, “Be my girlfriend, Chunshui!”

Zhou Xi owned her actions.

Goal achieved, Chunshui’s smile deepened.

“Okay, I agree.”

Zhou Xi opened the box—a necklace. She carefully put it on Chunshui, who tilted her head, lips curving.

“Can I kiss you, Doctor Zhou?”

Zhou Xi leaned down, and they kissed.

A sober kiss was different. Zhou Xi couldn’t recall if they’d kissed last night. Chunshui’s lips were soft, like cotton candy, their closeness speeding Zhou Xi’s heart. Chunshui leaned to her ear.

“Your heart’s racing.”

Zhou Xi licked her lips, blushing, whispering, “Again?”

Chunshui chuckled, standing, wrapping her arms around Zhou Xi’s neck.

Time flew. Li Xia, held back by company issues, couldn’t interfere.

Chunshui’s plan worked. After a week of tax audits, Leading Entertainment’s stock plummeted.

Li Xia begged Li Dong, using a mediator to clear the tax issue, but paid hefty fines, crippling the company.

While flashing Li Dong’s money to sign talents, projecting prosperity, she secretly siphoned assets.

Chunshui reviewed Fang Yan’s report on Li Xia’s investments, calculating. Like a rat hoarding, Li Xia hadn’t hit bottom. Chunshui said coolly, “Stir it up again.”

Fang Yan nodded.

Chunshui called Zhou Xi, voice soft, “Doctor Zhou, filming’s almost done. Want to travel? I booked a nearby hot spring villa. We can soak.”

Zhou Xi hesitated, hearing the system’s 98% task progress. Just 2% left, then the realm gate would open. She had to report or risk HQ sending someone.

“Maybe later,” she said.

Chunshui’s eyes darkened, coaxing, “Got plans then, Doctor Zhou?” Together half a month, living at Chunshui’s, sleeping together, yet Chunshui couldn’t pry out Zhou Xi’s destination. She clearly had something on her mind but wouldn’t say.

“Uh, hospital might be busy,” Zhou Xi racked her brain.

“Alright, we’ll see,” Chunshui’s voice softened.

Feeling guilty, Zhou Xi whispered shyly, “Tonight, I’ll do what you want.”

Chunshui lowered her eyes, “Good.”