Quick Transmigration: Host, Please Be a Mute Beauty

"Fu Chimu, don't hit me."

Fu Chimu looked toward the source of the sound and saw a girl wearing loose pajamas, her hair stuck to her face, and even some foam. She was leaning against the wall, panting heavily, looking quite disheveled.

Jiang Qiao was exhausted. As soon as she arrived at the hospital, she rushed in, afraid that Fu Chimu would do something foolish. Sure enough, as soon as she came in, she saw Fu Chimu preparing to make a move and quickly stopped him.

Fu Chimu cannot hit people, especially since this person is a doctor; otherwise, he might end up with a criminal record.

Jiang Qiao limped over to Fu Chimu, tugged at his sleeve, and softly comforted him, "Don't worry, I've already contacted the best hospital to come and take over. Your mother will be fine. That hospital is under my family's control, and they will definitely give Auntie the best arrangements. We're not in this lousy hospital."

After Jiang Qiao finished speaking, she loudly rebuked the doctor, appearing to be standing up for Fu Chimu.

"What kind of attitude is this from your hospital? You can't cure patients yourself, your skills are inadequate, and you won't even allow them to transfer to another hospital. I've always had a bad reputation, why are you still trying to damage it? I will file a complaint against you."

After Jiang Qiao finished speaking, she pulled Fu Chimu away without waiting for the doctor to reply.

[Host, this is the first time I've realized how handsome you are, but your appearance is a little distracting.]

Jiang Qiao: ...

Fu Chimu's heart was enveloped by a strange emotion. He didn't know what to do now, so he just followed the girl's steps, one by one, as if walking on his own heart. At this moment, it felt like he was no longer alone. A ray of light shone into his dark life.

Jiang Qiao sensed that the boy beside her didn't seem to have any intention of asking any questions, so she took the initiative to explain.

"Actually, I have a strong sense of justice and I love helping people. I'm a beautiful girl with a strong sense of right and wrong. Don't feel guilty. Even if someone else needs help today, I will still be there for them."

Fu Chimu glanced at Jiang Qiao's outfit, then slowly said, "Hmm."

[Host, why do I feel like he doesn't believe me?]

Jiang Qiao: [What do you know? I don't care if he believes it or not, I believe it myself.]

【Oh, okay.】

Fu Chimu let Jiang Qiao pull him along, like a little child, and was especially well-behaved at this moment.

……

Jiang Qiao had arranged everything. Fu Chimu's mother, Lin Lanzhen, had been transferred to Kangnan Hospital, which was the best private hospital in City A, with the most professional medical personnel and equipment.

Lin Lanzhen's surgery was very successful, and she is out of danger. Fu Chimu and Jiang Qiao sat on chairs outside the ward waiting for her to wake up.

"Thank you."

Jiang Qiao heard the boy's voice in her ear, and she turned her head to look at Fu Chimu with a slight smile.

Her smile was like the gentle spring rain of Jiangnan, soothing the young man's heart.

Fu Chimu stood up, his tone slightly stiff: "Wait here for me for a while, I'm going to buy some things."

Jiang Qiao obediently replied, "Okay."

After more than ten minutes, Fu Chimu finally returned, carrying a bag in his hand, the contents of which Jiang Qiao could not discern.

Fu Chimu opened the bag and took out a towel, cotton swabs, iodine, and gauze. He handed the towel to Jiang Qiao: "Wipe your hair, I'll treat your wound."

Jiang Qiao paused for a moment, then took the towel and began to dry her hair.

Fu Chimu's face turned slightly red. He squatted down and used a cotton swab dipped in iodine to wipe the wound on Jiang Qiao's calf. Perhaps afraid of hurting the girl, he moved very gently.

"Ouch~" Although he was very gentle, he still hurt her. Fu Chimu's eyes were full of guilt.

Jiang Qiao has always been afraid of pain and has rarely been injured, so she is quite sensitive. She noticed that the boy's movements stopped and thought that Fu Chimu thought she was being delicate, so she said, "It's okay, I can do it myself."

"No need, I'll help you. I'll be gentle," the young man said softly.

After the wound was cleaned, Fu Chimu took the gauze and bandaged Jiang Qiao. He looked at the girl's fair skin and his eyes flickered.

Perhaps it was Fu Chimu's first time bandaging someone, and he was a little nervous. When he was tying the knot, his little finger brushed against the girl's skin.

Perhaps due to the tense atmosphere, both of them were at their most sensitive at that moment.

Afraid that the girl would misunderstand, Fu Chimu quickly said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Jiang Qiao's face also turned slightly red: "It's nothing."

The atmosphere seemed to become a little ambiguous again, and Jiang Qiao felt a little uncomfortable, so she quickly broke the silence by saying, "Fu Chimu, the knot you tied is so ugly!"

However, Fu Chimu heard these words as having a hint of coquetry.

The boy shifted his gaze slightly, no longer daring to look at Jiang Qiao. He stood up, his tone slightly apologetic: "I'm sorry, I'll definitely give you a better beating next time."

Only after he finished speaking did he realize what he had said.

Jiang Qiao's smile deepened upon hearing this: "Alright, I'll come to you next time I need to change my dressing, Fu Chimu, you have to remember that."

Fu Chimu liked hearing Jiang Qiao call his name, as if someone in this world had come specifically for him.

If Jiang Qiao knew what he was thinking, she would definitely tell him: I came here for you.

"Yes, I will pay you back the medical expenses as soon as possible."

"Okay, but my grades aren't good. If I don't get into the top 200 in the grade in this monthly exam, I'll have to leave Class 2. Can you tutor me? I'm a bit difficult to teach. I'll give you 500 yuan an hour. I don't want to leave Class 2."

The girl's tone was slightly pleading, making it hard to refuse.

"Okay, you set the time."

Whether it was because he couldn't bear to refuse her or because he didn't want her to leave, only the boy himself knew the answer.

Jiang Qiao was overjoyed to receive a positive reply: "Then I'll come to your house for tutoring this Saturday and Sunday. It's a promise, don't lie to me. I'm leaving now, the driver is waiting for me outside."

"I'll walk you to the door."

"it is good."

Fu Chimu stared at the girl's departing figure, his eyes suddenly narrowing as emotions slowly welled up within him.

Is this what liking someone is?

……

Jiang Qiao got home in the middle of the night.

Although Jiang's parents weren't coming home today, she still had to keep a low profile, so she tiptoed into the living room.

"Jiang Qiao, where did you go?"

Jiang Qiao was startled by the sudden sound and blurted out a phrase from the national quintessence.

Jiang Yanchuan sat on the sofa with a serious expression, staring intently at the disheveled Jiang Qiao.

Jiang Qiao cleared her throat, pretending not to know anything: "What do you mean? I couldn't sleep, so I went for a walk in the back garden." She then turned to go upstairs.

"Do you think I'm stupid? You went to stroll in the garden dressed like a beggar, and the driver wasn't here either." Jiang Yanchuan's eyes were full of disdain.

“I’m your elder, you can go wherever you want, but why are you sitting here like a ghost? And I’m not a beggar, this is messy beauty, you’re a bumpkin, you don’t understand.”

"Tch, I was just worried about you. You really don't know what's good for you."

Jiang Yanchuan never expected her to turn the tables on him.

"Then I thank my dear brother." Jiang Qiao limped over and patted Jiang Yanchuan's head.

Jiang Yanchuan's anger subsided a bit, and he said coyly, "Don't touch my head, touching my head will make me grow shorter, and besides, you look like a zombie when you walk over here."