Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 6
The folding bed was laid out, and several IV bags were hung on the medicine rack.
Qi Siyu lay on the bed, staring blankly at the IV drip as it slowly flowed into the veins on the back of her hand.
Why the hell am I allergic to my favorite thing?! Qi Siyu strongly suspected that the author of this novel had a personal vendetta against her.
[Host, don’t be sad! You can draw a Physical Enhancement Serum and say goodbye to all allergy worries!]
The system’s voice was as sweet and considerate as ever.
Qi Siyu sighed internally. That really was the only option.
[Does the original host have any other allergies?]
She wanted to be cautious and avoid repeating mistakes.
[Ahem… The system’s knowledge of the original host is limited to what was in the novel.]
The system sounded a bit guilty.
[But you could try drawing some extra info through the lottery!]
Qi Siyu: …
Maybe later. She hadn’t planned on sticking to the original host’s personality around Gu Qing anyway, so she hadn’t bothered much with background info.
But now that it had backfired, she’d definitely schedule a full-body checkup after this IV was done.
Qi Siyu’s eyes quietly drifted to Gu Qing’s face.
What was she thinking right now?
If only Gu Qing started to suspect she wasn’t the real Qi Siyu—that would be perfect.
If she weren’t afraid of sounding delusional or like she was putting on an act, Qi Siyu would’ve loved to shout straight at her, “I’m not the original host! If you want revenge, go find someone else!”
But that was just wishful thinking. After all, who would ever imagine that their world was a novel—and the person next to them a transmigrator?
Noticing Qi Siyu’s gaze, Gu Qing looked over coldly. Her eyes, calm and still like a frozen lake, gave nothing away.
Qi Siyu shivered and quickly looked away—only to meet Gu Xiaoling’s fierce glare. The little sister clearly saw herself as a protective wolf pup, glaring at her like a tiny menace.
Okay then, back to looking at her phone.
Because Gu Xiaoling was there, even though Gu Qing’s IV finished at 6 p.m., Qi Siyu never got the chance to increase her lottery chances.
When 10 p.m. rolled around—the hospital’s recommended bedtime—Qi Siyu wasted no time trying to kick Gu Xiaoling out.
But Gu Xiaoling, on high alert, dragged her feet. It wasn’t until Gu Qing finally spoke that she reluctantly left.
“Sis, if you need anything, just call. I’m right next door—you know I’ll hear you.”
“Mm,” Gu Qing responded coolly.
Qi Siyu couldn’t help noticing how differently Gu Qing treated her and Gu Xiaoling.
It stung a little.
But when she sat back on the bed and lifted Gu Qing’s hand, their eyes met again—and that sharp gaze snapped her right back to reality.
She was Gu Qing’s number-one enemy. The fact that Gu Qing even let her touch her was already a monumental effort in tolerance.
These silly thoughts must be side effects from that temporary marking… too dangerous.
Qi Siyu found a logical explanation and felt a little better.
With a soft click, the lights dimmed, and the room fell into quiet darkness.
But Qi Siyu couldn’t sleep.
At midnight, she earned two more lottery draws. She got up quickly and slipped into the bathroom.
Without hesitation, she selected a drug specifically to boost Gu Qing’s physical health.
[Host, there are many such products in the prize pool. I recommend the “YuanKang Powder.” Applied externally, it helps wounds heal. Taken orally, it boosts the immune system.]
The system was like a warm little blanket of comfort. Qi Siyu didn’t even think twice before choosing YuanKang Powder.
They were tied to the same fate: if Qi Siyu succeeded, the system would benefit too.
Seeing the familiar loot-box interface again, Qi Siyu had already gone numb. At this rate, she could probably start an online store selling wet wipes from all the junk she’d collected.
This time, she got only one item: the YuanKang Powder.
She opened the instructions and read carefully. The powder’s effectiveness depended heavily on the dosage.
To completely heal all of Gu Qing’s external wounds, she’d need at least 20 grams.
To improve Gu Qing’s immune system, she’d need to administer 1 gram daily, which would prevent colds and minor infections.
The portion she’d drawn? Only 5 grams.
Well, fine. At least she could draw a 10-pull every day now. She was confident she could nurse Gu Qing back to health.
Back at the bedside, Qi Siyu carefully applied a small amount of powder to the back of Gu Qing’s hand. She remembered Gu Qing saying it hurt.
The pale-yellow, delicate powder spread evenly over the bruised skin dotted with needle marks. In no time, it vanished into the skin.
And Gu Qing’s hand? Instantly healed—smooth, soft, flawless. No swelling. No bruising.
Qi Siyu stared, stunned.
Wait, what? It’s that effective?!
What was she supposed to tell the doctors if they saw this in the morning?
If she remembered correctly, this novel’s world was supposed to be normal—no superpowers, no magic.
[System… Is there any way to fix this?]
[Host, you can draw an “Appearance Simulator” to cover up the effects.]
The system offered help after calculating the probabilities.
Qi Siyu: …
After a moment of silence, she wrapped Gu Qing’s hand with a strip of gauze.
This was a private hospital—hopefully, the staff understood boundaries.
If not… well, she’d deal with it then.
The second time, applying powder to Gu Qing’s leg, Qi Siyu was a bit more practiced—but still so nervous she barely breathed.
By the end, she was sweating bullets.
Five more treatments to go… and she’d be free.
This time when she returned to bed, she fell asleep almost instantly.
She dreamed sweetly all night—of a ballroom dance where Gu Qing invited her to waltz.
When she woke, a pang of loss hit her. She could still feel the warmth of Gu Qing’s waist beneath her fingertips.
Her eyes drifted to Gu Qing’s covered midsection. The blanket was pulled neatly over her body, but from the outline, Qi Siyu could tell: her waist really was that slim.
Good—Gu Qing was still asleep.
Qi Siyu quickly got out of bed, filled a cup of water from the dispenser, and prepared to dissolve the YuanKang Powder to give to Gu Qing orally.
She estimated a quarter of the powder, poured it into the cup, and stirred it with a spoon.
The pale yellow powder dissolved into the water, vanishing without a trace.
Qi Siyu held the cup up to the light—what a great product. A satisfied smile tugged at her lips.
Just as she turned around, she saw Gu Qing slowly waking up, yawning, eyes half-lidded like a spoiled, lazy cat.
Absolutely adorable.
But once Gu Qing fully came to, the usual cool indifference returned to her face.
“Have some water,” Qi Siyu said, bringing the cup over.
Gu Qing didn’t refuse—she just accepted it wordlessly.
But just as the spoon touched Gu Qing’s lips, a voice shrieked from the door—
“Don’t drink it! Sister Gu, don’t drink it! I saw her put something in the water just now!”
Qi Siyu: …
Gu Qing’s lips closed again. Her cold eyes fell on the cup—waiting for an explanation.
Qi Siyu calmly lifted the cup and took a big gulp.
Then, with a pitiful look, she muttered, “It’s just a probiotic… You can send the water to a lab if you want.”
Her eyes shimmered with innocent grievance, as if yelling:
“I’ve been wrongly accused, and I’m very upset about it.”