Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Zhou Rang obediently walked over and sat down on the single sofa. Yan Zhen carried the first-aid kit, knelt down in front of him, and used a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant to clean his wound.

In addition to his cheeks and neck, Zhou Rang also had varying degrees of abrasions on his arms, abdomen, back, and legs.

In contrast, Yan Zhen, who was held tightly in his arms when he was swept away by the flash flood, was in much better condition, with fewer and smaller wounds.

When treating a deep wound on the back of his hand, Zhou Rang involuntarily trembled as soon as the disinfectant touched the wound.

Yan Zhen noticed this and bent down to gently blow on his wound to speed up the evaporation of the disinfectant.

When Zhou Rang saw this, his eyes welled up with tears, and he immediately grabbed her hand and pulled her up.

Yan Zhen was taken aback by his sudden action and looked at him in confusion: "Brother Zhao?"

“My surname isn’t Zhao.” Zhou Rang resisted the urge to pull her into his arms and emphasized, “My surname is Zhou.”

Yan Zhen lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled, and she nodded: "Oh."

Seeing her expression, Zhou Rang immediately explained, "The reason I concealed it before was because..."

“I understand.” Yan Zhen smiled. “You ended up on the fishing island because you were being chased. Being wary of strangers isn’t a bad thing. I understand and I don’t blame you.”

Her smile seemed somewhat forced. Zhou Rang saw it and felt a strange, itchy discomfort in his heart, as if he had been scratched by a cat's claws.

He had a lot to say to her, but because of her "married" status and his understanding of her over the years, knowing that she was a person with a very high moral standard, he dared not cross the line and burden her with the psychological burden of "cheating".

He could only try his best to remain calm and explain to her, "Xiaowei, trust me this once. No matter who that person is, if he dares to do something like this, I'm confident I can bring him down and give you your freedom, you..."

“Brother Zhao… Brother Zhou.” Yan Zhen called out to him, her expression full of helplessness. “That person threatened not only me, but also my family. The day I caught him with his mistress, after we broke off all pretense, he slapped me across the face, pointed his finger at my nose, and warned me that I either had to obediently give birth to his child or die. He said if I dared to tell anyone, he would kill my whole family.”

Zhou Rang frowned.

“Such a person has no morals or legal awareness, he doesn’t even have a heart. I really don’t dare to gamble my whole family’s lives for an uncertain future.”

Zhou Rang: "Are you planning to go back to him and become a surrogate mother?"

Yan Zhen smiled bitterly: "At least this way there is still a glimmer of hope, isn't there? Ever since I was tricked into this trap, I have had no choice. I can't do anything but accept my fate."

Zhou Rang couldn't bear to see her looking so aggrieved. The thought of that man hitting her and making such an outrageous demand made him want to stab him to death.

“Tell me who that person is,” Zhou Rang said. “I’ll take care of it for you.”

Yan Zhen bit her lower lip and shook her head: "No."

"Xiaowei, trust me, I can do it."

Yan Zhen shook his head again and took a few steps back: "You'll lose your life if you face that kind of person, not to mention if he finds out that I've been in the same room with you on the fishing island for so long, he would definitely kill you."

"Xiaowei..."

"Brother Zhou!" Yan Zhen covered his ears, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand when it encountered danger, his eyes were red. "My original intention in saving you was to see you live a good life, not to let you die in vain! This matter ends here, don't mention it again."

Seeing that she was on the verge of a breakdown, Zhou Rang could only suppress the thoughts surging in his heart for the time being: "Okay, okay, I won't say anything more, I'm sorry."

Yan Zhen closed the medicine box and said evasively, "Your leg injury needs to be treated. I'll go to the clinic to get some medicine."

After she finished speaking, she ignored Zhou Rang's advice, opened her umbrella, and hurriedly went out.

Watching her figure quickly disappear into the rain, Zhou felt a pang of regret.

He was still too hasty.

However, he was certain that Ming Yiwei also had feelings for him.

He was confident he could persuade her to agree to a divorce, provided she also loved him.

When Yan Zhen arrived at the clinic, Bian Yuan had already woken up and had just finished vomiting.

His ankle, where he was bitten by a snake, was red and swollen, bandaged up like a big steamed bun. He was now running a low-grade fever, accompanied by nausea and vomiting.

Yan Zhen poured him a glass of water to rinse his mouth. Seeing that his face was pale with a hint of green and he looked as weak as a wilted eggplant, she suppressed the urge to scold him for being brainless.

"How's it going? Are you feeling better?"

Bian Yuan leaned against the pillow and shook his head weakly: "My head is still dizzy."

The landlord muttered from the side, "Young man, you can't do something so risky again, you know? You were lucky this time, you ran into two really good people, Xiaoming and Xiaozhao. If it were anyone else, they wouldn't have had the guts of Xiaozhao to go down and rescue you..."

Before the landlord could finish speaking, Bian Yuan wailed, "Was it someone surnamed Zhao who saved me?"

"Correct."

"...Who needs him to save them!"

Having finally found leverage over him, he's now saved his own life, thus negating the previous situation.

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhen slapped Bian Yuan on the head: "If he hadn't saved you, would you still be here making sarcastic remarks?"

Bian was already feeling extremely dizzy, and this slap almost killed him.

He buried his face in the blanket, feeling dizzy and confused: "I regret it. I should have known better than to go and retrieve the drone. That Zhao guy is so petty. He'll definitely use this to his advantage after saving me, and he might even make a fool of me..."

"Don't judge others by your own standards. Brother Zhao isn't as naive as you."

—An hour later, in the clinic, “Brother Zhao, who is not so naive” sat on a chair by the hospital bed with his arms crossed, staring at Bian Yuan on the bed.

Yan Zhen described Zhou Rang's injuries to the doctor, who suggested that he come in for an examination.

So Yan Zhen went back to pick him up.

After examining Zhou, the doctor decided to prescribe some topical Chinese herbal medicine to reduce the swelling.

One of the herbs wasn't at the clinic, so Yan Zhen took advantage of the rain stopping and rode his electric scooter to the doctor's house to get it.

Only Zhou Rang and Bian Yuan remained in the clinic.

Bian Yuan, feeling both aggrieved and angry at Zhou Rang's blatant disdain, retorted, "What are you looking at! Don't think I'll be eternally grateful just because you saved me. I know you only saved me because of Sister Ming. Even if I owe someone a favor, it's Sister Ming I owe her..."

Zhou Rang didn't argue with him. Instead, he raised one leg and put it on the edge of the hospital bed. In front of Bian Yuan, he rolled up his trouser leg, revealing his swollen calf and his bloodied knee.

Bian Yuan's sarcastic remarks came to an abrupt halt.

“I tricked you once, and saved you once, so we’re even,” Zhou Rang said.

Bian Yuan looked on in surprise: "Then why did you show me your wound?"

He thought he was trying to blackmail him for a favor.

Zhou Rang pointed to the milky white ointment on the wound and said, "See this?"

Bian Yuan frowned and leaned closer: "What?"

“Xiao Wei applied the medicine for me,” Zhou Rang said. “She cleaned my wounds herself, while you can only lie in this run-down clinic that reeks of disinfectant. I don’t need to tell you who’s more important to her, do I? Someone like you, trying to compete with me… Ha!”