The Female Lead Keeps Forcing Me to Take My Meds [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: You’re Dying

The summer heat was intense, the air filled with vibrant life, yet one life was nearing its end.

A nurse pushed a treatment cart down the corridor. The only sound was the wheels of the cart, the noise carrying all the way into the patient’s room.

The thin figure, waiting for the nurse to dispense medicine, sat on the bed, leaning against soft pillows and tucked under the covers.

As observed, she was an exquisite yet fragile glass flower, brilliant and captivating. But now, this glass flower was covered in cracks, foretelling the approaching end of her life’s journey.

Her soft, raven hair was spread out behind her. Her smoke-gray eyes reflected a red apple placed before her, and a tiny beauty mark below her eye was subtly alluring.

An ordinary red apple wouldn’t catch her attention, but this was no ordinary apple. It resembled the poisoned apple the Queen, disguised as an old woman, offered Snow White.

It was ruby-red, flawless, reflecting a cold, inorganic luster, and it even had a pair of pure white wings.

The wings flapped, stirring the strands of hair falling around her face.

After confirming that this was not a non-realistic object that should appear in her life’s final montage, Xi Congshuang grudgingly accepted that the thing wasn’t a hallucination.

The winged red apple flapped its wings and warned: “You’re dying.”

Xi Congshuang blinked: “I know.”

She had been terminally ill and bedridden for years, and she had an ominous feeling that her life would end today.

This was also the result of the red apple’s scan.

The red apple asked again: “What is your answer?”

No expression was visible on Xi Congshuang’s face. The apple’s wings flapped a bit faster, but seeing her tranquil expression, it swallowed the urge to rush her.

If the System display hadn’t shown it, it wouldn’t have known this was a person on the brink of death. She looked utterly composed, as if contemplating what to eat later.

Yet, she possessed an extreme desire to survive.

It was momentarily impossible to tell whether this person wanted to live or not.

After a long silence, Xi Congshuang slowly raised her head, her lips pale: “What’s in it for me?”

“…” The red apple replied, “Upon mission completion, you will gain a healthy body and a normal lifespan.”

This was indeed what Xi Congshuang had always sought but could never obtain.

Xi Congshuang had lacked nothing in her life and should have been the object of everyone’s envy. Yet, whoever mentioned her always shook their heads at the end, lamenting the pity of it all.

The red apple’s voice continued: “You will transmigrate into the person with the deepest bond with the Female Lead. That will greatly help you complete your mission.”

Xi Congshuang pondered for a while longer. The nurse’s cart was drawing closer outside the door. She said: “Alright, I agree.”

The approaching cart stopped. Someone was standing outside the door.

After taking a few deep breaths, the person outside raised a hand and gently tapped the door: “Knock, knock, knock.”

The steady, distinct knocking sound entered the room, waking the figure sleeping on the large bed. A few seconds later, the rhythmic knocking sounded again.

Xi Congshuang opened her eyes, gazing blankly at the luxuriously decorated ceiling for a moment, until a red apple appeared in her line of sight.

The red apple peeked around: “You’re awake? Do you remember? You transmigrated.”

Xi Congshuang: “…”

After a brief silence, Xi Congshuang said, “Get away from me, you’re shedding feathers.”

The red apple instantly pulled back: “You’re the one shedding! ”

It pointed a wing tip at a strand of long hair on the pillow: “This is your shed hair!”

Hearing this, Xi Congshuang instinctively tried to get up and brush away the fallen hair but noticed something abnormal about her legs.

Her hand reached under the blanket and pinched her thigh muscles. Xi Congshuang’s brow furrowed slightly.

She squeezed harder, but there was still no pain.

Her legs were numb and uncontrollable.

She hadn’t expected her transmigrated identity to be paralyzed in the legs. Xi Congshuang stabilized her emotions, then propped up her arms, using her upper body strength to sit up.

Xi Congshuang leaned against the headboard, a few beads of sweat appearing on her fair forehead.

This series of movements was challenging for someone who had been bedridden for so long, but it wasn’t too difficult. When she was seriously ill before, she was confined to bed four and a half days out of five, and even sitting up to take medicine required the nurse and caregiver’s assistance.

This time, she was much healthier and stronger than before; she could prop herself up.

Her slender, pale fingers patted the empty pillow. Xi Congshuang chuckled: “I don’t shed hair at all. You’re the one shedding feathers.”

Red apple: “?”

“Knock, knock, knock.” The door knock sounded for the third time.

The person outside nervously knocked again, caught between a rock and a hard place.

If she didn’t wake the person inside, the person would throw a tantrum and accuse her of dereliction of duty. If she did wake the person, the person might throw a tantrum and say she was disrupting her routine.

To make matters worse, the person inside had a strange temperament and forbade anyone from entering her room without permission to provide bedside wake-up service.

Weighing the two options, waking her up was still the better choice.

Unexpectedly, this time, a response came from inside.

“Come in.”

The young woman let out a sigh of relief and turned the doorknob.

Outside, the day was bright, but heavy curtains were drawn in the room, allowing not a single ray of sunlight to enter, making it dim and dark.

In the relatively small room, there was a soft, large bed. A thin figure sat propped up on the bed, with a small nightlight providing the only illumination.

This was the only light source in the room, and the person not fully enveloped in light seemed strangely gloomy.

The caregiver steadied her heart. She didn’t find it unusual that Xi Congshuang had sat up herself.

She was a determined person who disliked anyone getting too close, even if she almost drowned in the bathtub, she wouldn’t call for help.

—That was why the previous caregiver was fired; she failed to promptly notice the Miss nearly drowning in the bathtub.

After entering, the caregiver remained silent and turned to fetch water for Xi Congshuang to wash up.

According to the other servants working there, Miss Xi’s previous room wasn’t here and was much larger. It was only after the car accident that she was moved to this room, which was less than half the size of the old one.

The young woman nervously carried out the preparatory tasks. Under Xi Congshuang’s faint gaze, her movements accelerated.

Xi Congshuang, being new to the body, didn’t understand the caregiver at all, thinking she was simply a fast worker, and merely cooperated with the morning routine.

Both parties finished their work with a slight tension.

After dumping the dirty water, the caregiver routinely asked, “Miss, would you like to go out for a walk?”

She stood in place, not attempting to push the wheelchair, her head slightly lowered, awaiting the Miss’s refusal.

She didn’t expect to hear a reply from above: “Yes.”

“…Yes, of course.” A flicker of surprise crossed the caregiver’s mind. She turned to bring the wheelchair over.

To facilitate Xi Congshuang’s life, the Xi mansion had installed an elevator that led directly downstairs.

Unfortunately, Xi Congshuang was not someone who liked going out, so the elevator was rarely used. Except for going out for medical checkups, this elevator was never deployed.

However, today, an unexpected figure was wheeled out of the elevator.

The servants in the Xi mansion all paused upon seeing the person in the wheelchair, their expressions turning to surprise. They then quickly looked down.

Since being discharged from the hospital, the Miss particularly disliked being looked at; whoever looked at her would be scolded.

Xi Congshuang paid no attention to the servants’ gazes, focused only on going outside to sunbathe.

For a patient who had been bedridden for so long, sunbathing was a luxury. There was no reason for her to refuse.

After the two figures left, the servants in the living room exchanged glances, their eyes filled with disbelief.

The weather was nice today; the sun was just right.

The caregiver pushed Xi Congshuang in her wheelchair, her nervous mood slightly eased by the other woman’s silence.

As a renowned golden-level caregiver in the industry, Xi Congshuang was one of the most difficult employers she had ever encountered, being extremely temperamental.

The caregiver used to pity Xi Congshuang for losing her parents and her legs at such a young age, and considering the major trauma she suffered, she offered extra care. But she was once scolded with a finger pointed at her nose: “Who gave you permission to look at me with that expression?”

“If you ever look at me like that again, get out of the Xi family gates!”

The caregiver had once thought about quitting, believing in standing her ground, but the Xi family paid too much. It was better to adjust her conscience and wallet.

The caregiver didn’t know that the Miss in the wheelchair was listening to a red apple speak.

It flapped its pure white wings, glowing bl00d-red in the sunlight, vibrant like a poisoned apple: “Your current identity is Miss Xi, Xi Congshuang, aged twenty-one… it’s too long, I don’t want to read it. Never mind, I’ll transmit it to you to read yourself. Just ask me if you don’t understand anything.”

Without waiting for Xi Congshuang’s reply, the red apple self-importantly crammed a large block of information into her mind.

Xi Congshuang felt a moment of headache as a block of text information suddenly appeared in her mind.

The opening was just as the red apple had said: her identity was Miss Xi, twenty-one years old.

Soon after graduating from college, she accompanied her parents on a trip abroad. On their return, they were involved in a car accident.

Four people were in the car—her parents and the driver all died in the accident. Only Xi Congshuang survived. After spending a long time in the Intensive Care Unit, by a cruel twist of fate, Xi Congshuang’s life was saved, but she might never walk again.

The cause of the accident had been investigated and had nothing to do with the current intense competition for the Xi family inheritance. The driver who hit them genuinely had brake failure in the rain and caused a rear-end collision. That driver had been driving in the rain to save money by taking his own car to the repair shop for brake repair.

The accident resulted in seven deaths and eleven injuries, with Xi Congshuang being the most severely injured of the survivors.

It took less than a year for the bright, infinitely promising “darling of heaven” to become a gloomy, irritable, paralyzed woman. The young woman behind her was the caregiver hired by the current head of the Xi family.

Beyond that, there was no more information.

Xi Congshuang’s fingers, resting on the blanket, twitched slightly. She looked sideways, her smoke-gray eyes seemingly confused. The red apple flew closer: “What do you want to ask?”

Xi Congshuang parted her lips: “What is the name of the caregiver behind me?”

It was a bit impolite to remain silent.

The red apple flapped its wings and moved away: “The remaining information is for the host to explore independently.”

Don’t ask me, I don’t know either.

“…”

Ask you if I don’t understand anything?

Xi Congshuang didn’t speak, but her eyes clearly conveyed the sentence: “What good are you?”

“…” The red apple knew it was in the wrong. With a flap of its wings, it disappeared from Xi Congshuang’s sight.

The caregiver was a good-natured person. The sun was perfect, the flowers were blooming brilliantly, and smelling the faint fragrance in the breeze, she gained some interest in the walk.

They walked for a full half-hour. Gauging the time, the caregiver prepared to push her back inside for medicine.

She just felt something was odd.

Seeing that they were nearly at the main gate of the Xi mansion, the caregiver finally realized what was wrong.

She lowered her eyes, looking at the black crown of hair in the wheelchair. The Miss was exceptionally quiet today.

Looking further down, the cold, pale, long hands rested on the blanket, translucent and white. There were some minor, faint scars on the knuckles, almost invisible.

Those were injuries sustained during the car accident. The scabs had long fallen off, leaving behind pale marks.

A noisy sound traveled from a distance. The caregiver subconsciously wanted to turn her head but heard Xi Congshuang say: “Push me over there.”

…

Two servants stood behind the shade of a tree, looking toward the Xi mansion’s gate, wearing the same uniform.

They saw a few people get out of a black car. The middle-aged man leading the group instantly grew teary-eyed when he saw the elderly man approaching him, opening his arms and striding forward.

He opened his mouth and cried out in a hoarse voice: “Dad—”

The old man quickly opened his arms and patted his back, comforting him: “It’s good that you’ve returned, it’s good that you’ve returned…”

Behind the middle-aged man were three others. A middle-aged woman held the hand of a boy dressed in new clothes. Trailing at the very back was a slender girl with her head bowed.

She seemed to have just returned from school, still wearing her uniform. She was silent, unlike her mother, who was teary-eyed, and unlike her younger brother, who sweetly called out to their grandfather. She only stared at her own feet, like an unnoticed shadow.

The scene was genuinely moving, but the two servants watched with tsk-tsk sounds. Wasn’t this better than an 8 PM drama?

“Who is that?”

The servants gathered to watch the excitement eagerly replied: “Who else could it be? It’s Mr. Xi’s sixth brother. He finally got what he wanted.”

“The original wife died a few years ago, and he pestered for years, finally getting the chance to acknowledge his first love’s child.”

“Will the original wife’s children agree?”

The servant said: “What can they do even if they disagree? If they don’t agree, the sixth mister throws a fit, a hunger strike.”

“But Mr. Xi has made it clear that even if the child was born before marriage, they are a bastard child and cannot work in the Xi corporation. They will probably just rely on the sixth mister for money…”

The servant then said to the person next to her: “Didn’t I tell you all this already? Why are you asking again? Do you have the memory of a fish?”

The colleague who received an elbow jab winced and pointed a finger cautiously toward the back.

The servant: “…”

She suddenly felt a chill down her spine and had a bad premonition.