The Female Lead Wants Me to Take My Medicine [Quick Transmigration] 1

Chapter 1: The Young Miss in the Wheelchair 1

The height of summer was intense, brimming with life, yet someone’s life was drawing to an end.

A nurse pushed a treatment cart through the corridor. The only sound was the rattling of its wheels, a noise that reached the hospital room long before the cart did.

A slender figure, waiting for the nurse to dispense her medicine, sat on the bed, leaning against a soft pillow and wrapped in a blanket.

She was, for all to see, an exquisite and fragile glass flower—brilliant and captivating. But now, this glass flower was covered in cracks, foretelling that her life was heading towards its end.

Her soft, jet-black hair was spread out behind her. Her smoky-gray eyes reflected the red apple before her, and a captivating beauty mark rested just below one eye.

An ordinary red apple wouldn’t have caught her attention, but this was no ordinary red apple. It looked more like the poisoned apple the Queen, disguised as an old woman, had given to Snow White.

It was as red as a ruby, flawless, and reflected a cold, inorganic light. It even had a pair of pure white wings.

Those wings were flapping, stirring the long strands of hair that fell beside her face.

After confirming that this was not some surreal product of her life flashing before her eyes, Xi Congshuang reluctantly accepted that this thing was not a hallucination.

The red apple with wings flapped them and reminded her, “You’re about to die.”

Xi Congshuang blinked. “I know.”

She was terminally ill and had been bedridden for years. She had a premonition that her life would end today.

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

The red apple asked again, “What’s your answer?”

Xi Congshuang’s face was unreadable. The red apple’s wings began to beat a little faster, but upon seeing her calm expression, it subconsciously swallowed the urge to rush her.

If not for the system’s display, it would never have guessed this was a person on the verge of death. Her calm and composed appearance made it seem like she was just pondering what to eat next.

But she possessed an immense desire to live.

For a moment, it couldn’t tell if this person wanted to live or not.

After a long pause, Xi Congshuang slowly looked up, her lips pale. “What’s in it for me?”

“…” The red apple replied, “After completing the missions, you will receive a healthy body and a normal lifespan.”

This was indeed something Xi Congshuang had always yearned for but could never have.

Xi Congshuang had never lacked for anything in her life and should have been the object of everyone’s envy. Yet, whenever anyone mentioned her, they would always shake their heads at the end of the sentence and sigh, “What a pity.”

The red apple’s voice continued, “You will transmigrate into the person with the deepest connection to the heroine, which will be of great help in completing your mission.”

Xi Congshuang pondered for another long moment. The sound of the nurse’s cart outside the door grew closer. She said, “Alright, I agree.”

The advancing cart stopped. Someone was standing in front of the door.

After taking a few deep breaths, the figure at the door raised a hand and knocked cautiously. “Knock, knock, knock.”

The steady, clear 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, staring blankly at the lavishly decorated ceiling for a moment until a red apple appeared in her line of sight.

The red apple peeked at her. “You’re awake? Do you remember? You’ve transmigrated.”

Xi Congshuang: “…”

After a moment of silence, Xi Congshuang said, “Get away from me. You’re shedding.”

The red apple instantly shot back. “You’re the one who’s shedding!”

It pointed a wingtip at a strand of long hair on the pillow. “That’s your shedding!”

Hearing this, Xi Congshuang subconsciously sat up, intending to raise a hand to brush away the fallen hair, only to discover the abnormality in her legs.

Her hand, under the blanket, reached down to squeeze her thigh muscle. Xi Congshuang’s brow furrowed slightly.

She squeezed harder, but still felt no pain.

Her legs had no feeling; she couldn’t control them.

She hadn’t expected her transmigrated identity to be someone with crippled legs. Xi Congshuang steadied herself, then propped herself up, using the strength of her arms to sit up.

Xi Congshuang leaned against the headboard, beads of sweat forming on her fair forehead.

This series of movements was still a challenge for someone who had been bedridden for so long, but it wasn’t too difficult. Previously, when she was gravely ill, she couldn’t get out of bed for four and a half days out of five, needing the help of nurses and caregivers just to sit up and take her medicine.

This time, she felt much healthier and stronger, able to push herself up with her own arms.

Her slender, pale fingers patted the empty pillow. Xi Congshuang let out a dry laugh. “I don’t shed hair at all. You’re the one who’s shedding.”

The red apple: “?”

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

The person outside steeled herself and knocked again, caught in a dilemma.

If she didn’t wake the person inside, she would lose her temper and accuse her of being irresponsible. If she did wake the person inside, she would also lose her temper, believing it would disrupt her routine.

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

Weighing the two options, it was better to wake her.

Unexpectedly, after this knock, a response came from within.

“Come in.”

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

It was already bright outside, but the room’s heavy curtains were drawn, preventing a single ray of light from spilling in, making it feel dim and dark.

Inside the not-so-spacious room was a large, soft bed. A slender figure was sitting up against it, with a small night light on the bedside table switched on.

This was the only source of light in the room. The person, not fully enveloped by the light, seemed inexplicably somber.

The caregiver’s heart skipped a beat, but she didn’t find it strange that Xi Congshuang had sat up on her own.

She was a strong-willed person who disliked people getting too close to her, to the point where she wouldn’t even call for help if she were about to drown in the bathtub.

—That was the reason the previous caregiver had been dismissed: failing to notice in time that the young miss had nearly drowned in the bathtub.

After entering, the caregiver said nothing, turning to fetch water for Xi Congshuang to wash up.

According to the other servants who worked here, Miss Xi’s room used to be elsewhere and was much larger. It was only after the car accident that she was moved to this room, which was less than half its previous size.

The young woman nervously went about her preparations. Under Xi Congshuang’s faint gaze, her movements grew faster and faster.

Xi Congshuang was new here and knew nothing about the caregiver before her. Assuming she was just a fast worker, Xi Congshuang simply cooperated and completed her morning routine.

Both parties finished their tasks in a slightly tense atmosphere.

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

She stood in place, making no move to get the wheelchair, her head slightly bowed as she awaited the young miss’s refusal.

But to her surprise, a single word came from above her head: “Okay.”

“…Okay, alright.” A flash of surprise went through the caregiver’s mind as she turned to push the wheelchair over.

To make life more convenient for Xi Congshuang, an elevator had been installed in the Xi residence, providing direct access to the ground floor.

Unfortunately, Xi Congshuang was not someone who liked to go out. The elevator had been used only a handful of times; aside from trips for medical check-ups, it was never seen in operation.

Today, however, an unexpected figure was wheeled out of the elevator.

When the servants of the Xi residence saw the person in the wheelchair, they all froze, their expressions turning to astonishment. Only then did they react, quickly lowering their heads to avoid looking.

Ever since she was discharged from the hospital, the young miss hated people looking at her, to the point where anyone who did would get a harsh scolding.

Xi Congshuang paid no mind to their stares, her only thought being to go out and bask in the sun.

For a patient who had been bedridden for so long, sunbathing was a luxury. How could she possibly refuse?

After the two figures left, the servants in the living room all looked at each other, their eyes filled with disbelief.

The weather was nice today, the sunlight just right.

The caregiver pushed Xi Congshuang in her wheelchair for a walk, her tense mood relaxing slightly due to the other’s silence.

As a renowned top-tier caregiver in the industry, Xi Congshuang was one of the most difficult employers she had ever encountered—extremely moody and unpredictable.

Previously, the caregiver had pitied Xi Congshuang for losing her parents and her legs at such a young age. Thinking she had suffered a major blow, she had tried to show her more care, only to have Xi Congshuang point a finger at her nose and yell, “Who gave you permission to look at me like that?”

“If you look at me with that kind of expression again, you can get the hell out of the Xi family’s house!”

The caregiver had once thought of quitting then and there—the poor cannot be swayed, the mighty cannot be bent—but the Xi family paid too well. It was better for her conscience and her wallet to be a little more flexible.

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

Flapping its white wings, it was as red as fresh blood under the sun, as vibrant as a poisoned apple. “Your identity this time is the Xi family’s young miss, Xi Congshuang, twenty-one years old… This is so long, I don’t want to read it. Forget it, I’ll just transmit it to you so you can see for yourself. Just ask me if there’s anything you don’t understand.”

Without waiting for Xi Congshuang’s reply, the red apple went ahead and stuffed a large chunk of data into her mind.

Xi Congshuang’s head throbbed for a second, and a block of text suddenly appeared in her mind.

The beginning was just as the red apple had read: her identity was the Xi family’s young miss, twenty-one years old.

Not long after graduating from university, she had accompanied her parents on a trip abroad. On their way back, they were involved in a car accident.

There were four people in the car at the time. Her parents and the driver all died in the crash, leaving Xi Congshuang as the sole survivor. After spending a long time in the intensive care unit, in a stroke of misfortune amidst fortune, Xi Congshuang’s life was saved, but it was highly likely she would never be able to stand again.

The cause of the accident had been investigated and was unrelated to the current fierce competition among the Xi family heirs. The driver who had crashed into them had indeed experienced brake failure on a rainy day, causing a rear-end collision. The reason that driver was out on a rainy day was to save money by driving to the repair shop himself to get the brakes fixed.

The accident resulted in seven deaths and eleven injuries. Xi Congshuang was the most severely injured among the survivors.

In less than a year, she had gone from a golden child with a limitless future to a gloomy, bad-tempered cripple. The young woman behind her was the caregiver hired for her 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 glanced to the side, her smoky-gray eyes filled with doubt. The red apple flew a little closer. “What do you want to ask?”

Xi Congshuang’s lips moved. “What’s the name of the caregiver behind me?”

It felt impolite to remain silent the whole time.

The red apple flapped its wings and moved further away. “The host is free to explore the remaining information on their own.”

Don’t ask me, I don’t know either.

“…”

Just ask you if there’s anything I don’t understand?

Xi Congshuang didn’t speak, but her eyes clearly spelled out the words: “What use are you, then?”

“…” The red apple, knowing it was in the wrong, flapped its wings and vanished from Xi Congshuang’s sight.

The caregiver was a broad-minded person. The sun was bright, the flowers were in full bloom, and the faint fragrance in the wind put her in the mood for a walk as well.

Just like that, they walked for a full half-hour. Estimating the time, the caregiver prepared to push Xi Congshuang back to take her medicine.

But she felt that something was strange.

As they approached the main entrance of the Xi residence, the caregiver finally remembered what was off.

She lowered her eyes to the crown of black hair in the wheelchair. Today, the young miss was overly quiet.

Looking further down, she saw a pair of coldly pale, slender hands resting on the blanket. They were so white they were almost translucent, with some faint, tiny scars on the knuckles, so light they were barely visible.

Those were scars from the car accident. The scabs had long since fallen off, leaving behind pale white marks.

The sound of a commotion drifted over from a distance. The caregiver subconsciously wanted to turn her head, but then she heard Xi Congshuang say, “Push me over there.”

Two people in identical work uniforms were peering at the entrance of the Xi residence from behind the shade of a tree.

Several people got out of a black car. The middle-aged man in the lead immediately teared up upon seeing the old man who came to greet him. He opened his arms and strode forward.

His mouth opened, and he called out in a hoarse voice, “Dad—”

The old man quickly opened his arms and patted him on the back, comforting him, “It’s good that you’re back, it’s good that you’re back…”

Behind the middle-aged man were three others: a middle-aged woman holding a boy in brand-new clothes, and trailing at the very back, a slender girl with her head bowed.

She looked as if she had just come from school, still wearing her uniform. She was silent, not teary-eyed like her mother, nor did she sweetly call out “Grandpa” like her younger brother. She just stared at the tips of her own feet, like an overlooked shadow.

The scene was truly touching, but the two servants watched with relish. Wasn’t this more exciting than a prime-time drama?

“Who’s that?”

One of the servants who had gathered to watch the spectacle answered enthusiastically, “Who else could it be? It’s Chairman Xi’s sixth younger brother again. He’s finally gotten his wish.”

“His original wife has been dead for several years. He pestered for years and finally got the chance to have his first love’s children formally acknowledged by the clan.”

“Would the original wife’s children agree to that?”

The servant replied, “What can they do if they don’t agree? If they don’t, the sixth master throws a fit, goes on a hunger strike.”

“But Chairman Xi has made it clear that even if they were born before the marriage, they’re still illegitimate children and can’t work for the Xi Corporation. They’ll probably have to rely on the sixth master for financial support in the future…”

As she spoke, the servant said to the person next to her, “Didn’t I tell you all this before? Why are you asking again? Do you have the memory of a fish?”

Her colleague, who had just been nudged with an elbow, looked aggrieved. She extended a finger and pointed cautiously behind them.

The servant: “…”

Suddenly, she felt a chill run down her back, overcome with a bad premonition.