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

He was in a deep coma and unable to swallow on his own. He couldn't be given fever-reducing medicine, so Yan Zhen could only repeatedly wipe his body with diluted alcohol to lower his body temperature.

This work lasted until most of the night, and the man's body temperature didn't return to normal until the early hours of the morning.

The man remained unconscious for the next three days.

During this time, a doctor from a small clinic came once and administered glucose to him.

“This can’t go on. If he doesn’t wake up today, we should take Hui Zi’s boat tomorrow and get him to a big hospital in the city,” said the middle-aged doctor. “Otherwise, if we delay any longer, he might not even survive.”

Hui Zi was the man who took Yan Zhen to the island by boat that day. The younger people on the island all called him Uncle Hui.

Yan Zhen thought to herself, with the male lead's halo protecting him, this person won't die so easily.

He replied verbally, "Okay, whatever you say."

After the doctor left, Yan Zhen wrung out a hot towel and used it to wipe the man's face and body.

After wiping him, she didn't forget to touch the man's lean abs twice: "Did you hear me? If you still don't wake up, I'll throw you into the sea to fend for yourself tomorrow."

The man's lips were pale, and he remained motionless.

-

In the dead of night, the man woke up groggily, feeling as if his bones had been broken and then put back together, and his throat was dry and sore.

He opened his eyes, and after a brief moment of disorientation, his gaze quickly cleared as he warily surveyed his surroundings.

It seemed to be by the sea. The sound of waves and wind could be heard from inside the house. The house was small and the decoration and furnishings were old and worn. A low-wattage incandescent light was shining overhead.

He was lying in bed with a splint on his right leg and bandaged wounds all over his body. There was a glass of cold water on the bedside table and loose pills wrapped in newspaper next to it.

A few meters away was a cot, and a young woman was lying on it, hugging a blanket, fast asleep with her eyes closed.

Who is she?

Why am I here?

Zhou Rang closed his eyes and recalled what happened before he lost consciousness—he was with his assistant in a neighboring city to handle business matters. When their car passed through a bay, it was sandwiched between three SUVs. In the end, the Hongqi he was in crashed through the guardrail and plunged into the sea from a high cliff.

I thought I was going to die, but now it seems I was saved.

Was it that woman who saved him?

Zhou Rang struggled to sit up and peered at the woman sleeping soundly on the cot from a distance.

She was very young, no more than 22 years old, with delicate and pretty features. Her soft, long hair was draped over her shoulders, and her sleeping appearance exuded a sense of innocent clarity and naivety.

To be able to sleep so soundly while sharing a room with a strange man of unknown origin shows an exceptionally low level of vigilance.

As Zhou Rang's thoughts raced, the wind outside suddenly picked up, making the windows rattle loudly.

The woman was woken up. She opened her eyes groggily and her gaze fell on him.

She was taken aback at first, then quickly got out of bed and walked to him, exclaiming with delight, "You're awake!"

As soon as she approached, Zhou Rang immediately became wary, staring intently at her without saying a word.

The woman didn't seem to care about his reaction. She poured him a glass of water and asked, "Are you thirsty or hungry? You've been unconscious for three days and three nights. We can't get you to drink water or take your medicine. The doctor said if you don't wake up soon, we'll have to send you off the island to a big hospital to save your life!"

Zhou Rang hesitated for a moment, then took the water glass she offered, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Island?"

“Yes, this is a small fishing island.” The woman knelt down in front of the bed, looking up at him. “How are you feeling? Is anything bothering you?”

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, her squatting down and putting herself in a lower position slightly lowered Zhou Rang's guard. He took a couple of sips of water: "Much better. Did you save me?"

“Yes, I found you among the rocks.” The woman hesitated for a moment, then continued, “Well, you… oh dear, you’re still so young, you have a long road ahead of you, there’s no hurdle you can’t overcome, try to think positively.”

Zhou Rang was taken aback, then realized that the woman had mistaken him for someone who had jumped into the sea to commit suicide.

He didn't explain, and silently drank his water.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the woman didn't feel embarrassed and asked again, "Are you hungry? I'll go get you something to eat."

Zhou Rang didn't feel hungry; the pain in his body overshadowed the hunger. But after not eating for dozens of hours, he had no strength at all.

Now that he's injured, he needs to recover his strength as soon as possible. Firstly, it will make it easier for him to heal, and secondly, if the people who want him dead find this place, he needs to make sure he has the strength to leave.

"Okay." Zhou Rang nodded, then thought for a moment and said stiffly, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Yan Zhen lifted the curtain and stepped out of the room. The eagerness and gentleness on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a playful look in his eyes.

Little brat, you're quite wary.

It seems I'll have to put in some effort to win him over.

Yan Zhen spent an hour rummaging around in the kitchen and brought out a bowl of dark, gooey stuff.

"Here, drink it while it's hot."

Zhou Rang stared at the bowl of sticky, unidentified, and somewhat disgusting-looking substance, paused for a moment, and then asked, "What is this?"

"Black rice porridge," Yan Zhen said. "I added sugar. Try it and see if it's sweet enough."

Under her expectant gaze, Zhou Rang picked up the bowl and took a sip.

"How is it? How is it?" Yan Zhen asked. "It's my first time cooking, is it okay?"

Zhou Rang put down his bowl expressionlessly: "...There's a lot of room for improvement in my cooking skills."

"..."

Finally, Yan Zhen took out a small bread roll that was about to expire from his bag and gave it to Zhou Rang. After eating it, Zhou Rang lay down and went to sleep.

-

The next day, Zhou Rang woke up to find himself alone in the room.

The wind outside seemed to be getting stronger. He got up and got out of bed. His right leg, which was in a splint, couldn't support him, so he could only slowly move to the door step by step.

Stepping out of the living room, he surveyed the two-story house, silently memorizing the layout, and then left the courtyard.

The courtyard is by the sea, and you can see the surging waves and the dark sky as soon as you step out. Judging from the sky, there should be a storm coming.

Zhou Rang frowned, wondering if he should contact his subordinates to send a helicopter to pick him up before the storm hit.

It's not safe to stay here.

He vaguely knew who had sent the attackers; the person behind it was cautious and wouldn't give up until they found his body.

Sooner or later, they will find this island.

But all his communication devices were lost at sea, and he would have to contact the outside world through that woman. Could he trust her?

Zhou Rang was still weighing his options when a voice called out from behind him, "Why did you come out?"

He turned around, and the woman, carrying a basket, walked quickly toward him.

When they got close, she naturally reached out to help him: "The doctor said your leg injury requires rest and you can't get out of bed for a while. Come on, let's go back together, it's going to rain."

Zhou Rang stiffened the moment her hand touched his arm—he wasn't used to such intimate gestures with people.

Before he could react, the woman led him into the courtyard without saying a word. Her movements seemed gentle, but they were actually full of an undeniable force.