All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 4

The morning sunlight was gentle yet cold, carrying a faint, chilly warmth.

Streaming through the window, it bathed Zhou Li’s back.

But she felt no warmth, her forehead dripping with cold sweat.

Zhou Li leaned slightly forward, her left hand gripped by Chunshui, her right hand forced to brace against the bed to support her body, looking quite disheveled.

Fortunately, Chunshui soon released her hand.

She lowered her head, buttoning up her shirt one by one, then folded the collar neatly before turning to look at Zhou Li, who was pretending to be busy tidying things.

“Doctor Zhou, why not do surgery?” Chunshui asked calmly. “I heard your skin-grafting technique is top-notch.”

Zhou Li had prepared an excuse.

She set the mercury bl00d pressure monitor down, keeping her gaze low. “Skin grafts leave scars. Your face still needs to be camera-ready, so conservative treatment is better.”

Chunshui studied her for a moment.

As if weighing the truth of her words.

Unable to resist, Zhou Li looked up and met her eyes.

Those eyes held nothing.

A silent wasteland.

Chunshui asked faintly, “You’ll definitely heal me, right?”

Zhou Li nodded.

For some reason, she suddenly felt Chunshui was a bit colder.

Chunshui said, “I understand.”

Leaving with the bl00d pressure monitor, Zhou Li felt puzzled.

She stood outside Chunshui’s ward, troubled, thinking.

Was it her actions or her gaze that revealed her thoughts?

How did the female protagonist know she pitied her?

Being called out was awkward, especially with someone as stubborn as the female protagonist.

Zhou Li reflected inwardly.

She was just a tasker. Complete the mission and be done—no need for extra feelings.

Stay calm, live cheerfully.

Zhou Li happily went to prepare the treatment plan.

Once the female protagonist recovered and starred in Director Zhang’s film, wouldn’t this mission be easily completed?

Humming a tune, she greeted everyone she passed with a bright mood.

Everyone smiled, saying the dean was in a great mood today.

Chunshui looked toward the door.

She had felt the awkward atmosphere in the ward earlier.

But she had no desire to ease it.

She zoned out for a moment until another knock came.

“Boss, it’s me.”

Her assistant had arrived.

Chunshui said softly, “Come in.”

The assistant held a file.

Chunshui’s gaze drifted over. “Got it?”

The assistant nodded, spreading the file for Chunshui.

“Director Zhang’s film is in preparation. The script’s rough draft is out, and they’re contacting investors and actors these days. It’ll likely take six months to start filming.”

Chunshui looked down at the film project in the folder, her fingernail scraping the blue cover, making a rustling sound in the quiet room.

She quickly made a decision.

“Go make contact.”

Handing the file back, Chunshui said calmly, “As an investor, have the company prepare a maximum-profit investment table to evaluate if this project is worth investing in.”

The assistant took it, bowing. “I understand.”

Chunshui looked tired, leaning back against the headboard. “If it’s not viable, use funds from my personal account. Invest under your own name. You know what to do, right?”

The assistant nodded.

Fatigue seeped from Chunshui’s brow.

“Go. I’ll sleep for a bit.”

The assistant placed the file aside and helped Chunshui lie down.

Tucking her in, the assistant lowered their voice. “I’ve arranged for a nutritionist and rehab doctor. They’ll come for treatment this afternoon.”

“I’ve also arranged a caregiver. If I’m not here and you need anything, call me anytime.”

“Mm.” Chunshui closed her eyes, her thoughts still swirling.

Director Zhang’s film was just her first step back. Once her face was healed, her reappearance had to be stunning enough.

The assistant softened their steps, gently closing the door.

They headed to the dean’s office.

Zhou Li had just finished rounds and returned. Opening the door, she saw someone sitting on the sofa in her reception area.

She wasn’t too surprised, as a nurse had told her someone was waiting.

Zhou Li pushed up her glasses.

She now realized glasses were great, like a mask hiding her emotions. So, when she saw it was Chunshui’s assistant, she only raised an eyebrow inwardly, her face showing nothing.

“What’s up?” Zhou Li placed the paperwork on the desk and stood in front of the assistant.

The assistant was polite, nodding. “Dean Zhou, it’s like this. Though our boss is under your care, her body is still recovering, and she needs time for daily rehab. I’d like to discuss the treatment schedule. Can I see the treatment plan?”

Zhou Li’s mind raced.

Treatment plans were private and not casually shown to others.

Besides, she had already discussed the plan with the female protagonist.

Was the female protagonist sending someone to check now? Did she not trust her?

Zhou Li frowned briefly but quickly recovered.

Her face held a faint smile. “Of course, no problem.”

Handing the treatment plan to Chunshui’s assistant, Zhou Li’s mood soured.

The assistant carefully reviewed it before saying, “One more thing to trouble you with.”

“Speak,” Zhou Li said coolly.

Though the assistant used respectful terms, their actions felt far from respectful.

The arrogance was clear in their tone.

“It’s like this. There’s no suitable lodging near your hospital. I’d like you to arrange accommodations for the people I brought. I saw your hospital has many empty wards. You can arrange them as you see fit, no problem.”

Zhou Li’s mind exploded but quickly calmed.

The assistant was just a pawn. It was hard to believe this wasn’t the female protagonist’s doing.

Zhou Li pushed up her glasses, her gaze growing colder.

“I’ll arrange it. Don’t worry.”

The assistant extended a hand. “Thank you for your cooperation, Dean Zhou.”

Zhou Li preferred being called Doctor Zhou in the hospital, as she valued the honor of being a doctor, not the title of dean.

Now, she especially disliked hearing “Dean Zhou” from this person.

It sounded less like praise and more like sarcasm.

Zhou Li brushed their hand away. “No need.”

After seeing them out, Zhou Li instructed the nurse she wasn’t seeing anyone for a while!

Locking the door, she remembered the lesson from when the female protagonist barged into her office.

Alone, she took off her glasses, collapsed onto the sofa, and complained to the system, “Being a doctor is so exhausting!”

Though she inherited the original body’s knowledge and thoughts, rounds today were eye-opening.

Those bloody wounds made her eyes quake every time.

She complained to the system, “Don’t those getting surgery feel pain? It hurts just looking at them.”

The system didn’t respond.

Zhou Li rolled her eyes. The pragmatic system only discussed mission-related matters.

It played dead when she talked about anything else, though she could feel it was there, just not replying.

Zhou Li sat up, rubbed her chin, and said, “Let’s discuss how to introduce the female protagonist to Director Zhang.”

“Healing her face is one thing, but getting her to debut again won’t be easy.”

“Her reputation is terrible now.”

Zhou Li laid out the collected data for the system.

She had printed screenshots of each piece.

The female protagonist’s negative news was all over the internet—no need for special investigation.

After Chunshui’s accident, a shocking rumor appeared online.

A paparazzo teased a story about a “top actress interfering in a century-long marriage,” sparking speculation.

People initially guessed it was a rising starlet. No one dared touch Chunshui’s status as a Triple Golden Actress, given her stature. But then, the veteran actor Zhou Xi’s wife revealed he cheated with Chunshui, leaking screenshots of their chats.

Things like Zhou Xi calling Chunshui his soulmate, saying he couldn’t connect with his wife.

Or Chunshui saying she didn’t want him to divorce, but he insisted on giving her true love, claiming their love shouldn’t be tainted by marriage.

Furious netizens stormed Chunshui’s Weibo and the award ceremonies, cursing her as an unworthy mistress. Her jobs were canceled one after another. Since she was in the hospital fighting for her life, she couldn’t respond, and her studio panicked during her critical condition. By the time she woke, the issue had died down, and her statement went unnoticed.

Her studio’s follow-up statement was mocked as a clown’s act.

Meanwhile, Zhou Xi, seeing the uproar, stayed silent. His wife later announced he had apologized, returned to the family, and asked people to forgive his mistake for their child’s sake.

Chunshui bore the full brunt of the “mistress” label.

Pointing at the scandalous report, Zhou Li said, “While the female protagonist was in the ER, they dumped this dirt on her. And Zhou Xi, that old man over fifty, trying to latch onto Chunshui, who’s only twenty-seven? Shameless.”

“If Chunshui fell for him, I’d wash my hair upside down!”

Zhou Li was confident.

Though she’d only known Chunshui for two days, she believed Chunshui’s pride wouldn’t let her fall for such an old man.

System: [Based on analysis, this news was fabricated.]

System: [Zhou Xi loves someone else. He and his wife, Wang Shan, have privately agreed to divorce multiple times, but it’s been stalled over property issues. This news was leaked by Wang Shan to extort money from Zhou Xi.]

System: [They’ve now finalized their divorce.]

Zhou Li’s eyes widened.

She clicked her tongue.

No wonder it’s the entertainment industry—so dramatic.

Leaning back on the sofa, she pinched her nose bridge. “We need to clear the female protagonist’s name. She can’t carry this mistress stigma.”

Glancing at the time, Zhou Li put on her glasses, stretched, and said, “Let’s go apply the medicine for the female protagonist.”

Chunshui was woken by a knock.

A nurse pushed a cart in to give her an injection.

Chunshui wasn’t afraid of needles, but when she heard it was a hip injection, her brow furrowed deeply.

The nurse said gently, “I’m light with needles. Don’t be scared.”

It wasn’t about fear—Chunshui just felt embarrassed.

She bit her lower lip, pants half-down, hands gripping the waistband tightly, eyes half-closed.

The nurse’s touch was indeed light, like a mosquito bite.

Chunshui exhaled.

The nurse pulled out the needle, pressing a cotton ball on the injection site.

“Keep pressing it for a bit.”

“I’ll do it,” Chunshui said.

The nurse let go, tidying the cart.

The door suddenly opened. “I’m here to apply your medicine,” Zhou Li said from the doorway.