Chapter One: The Male Lead’s Doctor Friend, Female Version

He had better hurry up and cure her! Wasn’t he a doctor? Why couldn’t he even handle a fever?

Facing the hysterical man before her, Su Zihan scratched her face expressionlessly and said helplessly, “Buddy, I’m a vet. You dragged me over in the middle of the night, and I thought your pet was sick.”

Asking a vet to treat a human—what was wrong with this guy?

Su Zihan had a thousand complaints in her heart, but she couldn’t exactly say them out loud right now.

She had originally been an ordinary girl, only to be inexplicably thrown into a rapid-fire novel written by her roommate, where she became the female supporting character.

She would have to survive ten worlds before she could go back, and this was the very first one: the male lead’s female doctor friend.

Only this female doctor was actually a veterinarian, the sort who had always come to treat the male lead’s pets before.

This supporting character had, in fact, harbored feelings for the male lead that were hard to name, and she had even used the identity of a friend to put many obstacles in the way of the leads’ romance.

Later, after the male lead discovered those feelings, she was promptly sent off to Africa.

To avoid ending up in Africa in the future, Su Zihan decided to carve out a path for herself. As for this male lead—this hysterical man who could not tell man from beast—he could just be handed over to the female lead.

Ji Han, the male lead, looked at the female lead, Song Miaoke, lying on the bed with her face burning red, and the pity in his eyes was almost overflowing.

“Don’t be afraid. Don’t worry. Nothing will happen to you.”

Song Miaoke had tears pooling in her eyes, and her gaze was full of emotion.

Just look at them, just look at them. How good their relationship was.

But even if the feelings were good, they couldn’t fight illness, could they? If someone was sick, send them to the hospital. Call emergency services if needed.

Su Zihan was speechless. In the end, she could not help saying, “Hurry and take her to the hospital. If you don’t, she’s going to burn her brain out.”

The moment Song Miaoke heard that she was being sent to the hospital, she immediately went all dramatic and cried, “I’m not going to the hospital. I’d rather die of sickness than go to the hospital! Ah Han, don’t send me to the hospital, okay?”

Ji Han held her in his arms with deep distress and soothed her softly, “We won’t go to the hospital. We’re not going to the hospital. I won’t send you there.”

Su Zihan, watching all this from the side: …

My goodness, it’s just a hospital visit. Why are you acting like they’re taking you in for an autopsy?

This really had no logic at all. No wonder it was a Mary Sue world.

Seeing the two of them comfort each other for a bit and then start gnawing on each other again, Su Zihan let out a long sigh and left the room.

Even after turning out like this, they were still doing that sort of thing—weren’t they afraid of catching the illness too?

At this point, she felt sending them to the hospital would be useless. They should be sent to a psychiatric hospital instead; that was the proper place for them.

The servants outside were standing anxiously in the corridor. When they saw Su Zihan come out, the legendary Aunt Li, who was standing at the front, immediately came over to ask about the situation.

“Miss Su, how is Miss Song now?”

Su Zihan said expressionlessly, “She’s doing very well. The two of them are back to gnawing on each other again. But I advise you not to go in right now, unless you want to see something you really shouldn’t.”

Hearing this, a trace of awkwardness flashed across Aunt Li’s face. From her expression, it was clear that the two people inside had probably already been caught in the act before.

Su Zihan did not leave right away either. She waited outside, waiting to see what else the two inside were going to get up to.

If she left now, who knew whether those two would hold a grudge against her?

The two people inside did not seem worried about causing a death, but she, a humble veterinarian, was. So she called another friend of Ji Han’s and asked him to arrange for a doctor to come over.

In this world, she did not have much contact with Ji Han, but she got along fairly well with his other friend, Song Yu.

Song Yu had a family background comparable to Ji Han’s, and he was also very normal—rarely did she ever run into a normal person in this world.

When Song Yu received Su Zihan’s call, he was quite surprised. “Why are you calling me in the middle of the night, and asking for a doctor? Are you sick? Do you want me to come have a look?”

Su Zihan let out two mocking laughs and complained to him, “I’m not sick. It’s Ji Han—his girlfriend is sick. He called me over in the middle of the night to treat her.”

Song Yu did not react at first. “Aren’t you a vet? He called you to treat his girlfriend?”

Su Zihan said, “Yeah, I don’t know what he’s thinking either. You have no idea how absurd the scene just was. I feel like if he can’t cure his girlfriend, he’ll slice me up the next second.”

“You’ve seen those palace intrigue dramas, right? I’m basically the imperial physician about to be executed.”

Honestly, this was worse than transmigrating into a palace intrigue drama. At least then she wouldn’t be the supporting character as an imperial doctor.

Song Yu’s side gave a soft laugh, his voice low and magnetic, making Su Zihan’s ears tingle a little.

She rubbed her ears and continued, “I’m standing outside their room now. The two of them were talking and then started gnawing on each other again. I was afraid I’d see something I shouldn’t, so I came out. Hurry and send a doctor over. His girlfriend is in bad shape, and I’m worried someone might actually die.”

Although the female lead’s chances of dying were very small, what if? She might not die, but if she really fell seriously ill, everyone around her would suffer.

After hanging up, Su Zihan leaned her ear against the door and listened. Mm, there should be a springtime atmosphere going on inside.

By the time Song Yu arrived with the doctor, half an hour had already passed. Seeing Su Zihan dozing at the door, he snapped his fingers to wake her.

“Why didn’t you drag a chair over and sit while waiting? How is it inside now? No one’s dead, right?”

Song Yu was truly speechless too. Calling a vet over because someone was sick—only Ji Han would think of that.

And with his girlfriend already this ill, he still hadn’t forgotten to do that sort of thing. Who knew what was going through his head.

Su Zihan yawned, knocked twice on the door, and called inside, “Finished yet? The doctor’s here.”

Song Yu and the doctor both pressed their lips together and lowered their heads at the same time.

Even the doctor was seeing a scene like this for the first time.

Soon, the door opened. Ji Han stood there with damp hair, a cold face, and disheveled clothes. When he opened the door, a wave of heat still rushed out toward them.

Su Zihan held her breath and said, “I had Song Yu bring a doctor. How is Song Miaoke now? She’s okay, right?”

Ji Han nodded coldly and let them in.

Some kind of scent in the room had not yet dispersed. Song Miaoke on the bed had rosy cheeks, and no one knew whether it was from the fever or some other reason.

Song Yu and Su Zihan exchanged a glance, and there was one identical word in both their eyes: speechless.

The doctor conscientiously began the examination. After finishing, he let out a breath of relief and said, “Miss Song just caught a chill and developed a fever. It’s already starting to come down now. There’s no major problem.”