Welcome to the Misogyny Game

"Tick tock."

When Liu Chaoque woke up, the first thing she saw was the white ceiling. She was wearing a hospital gown, lying in bed with an IV drip in her hand. For a moment, she didn't know if she had returned to reality or was still in the game.

Upon arriving at the border town, Liu Chaoque thought regretfully, "I'm still in the game."

"You're the kind of person who can go on a big spree without warning, making me all nervous. Aren't you afraid of dying? You just rushed in without any protection, aren't you afraid you won't be able to get out?" Biancheng said, handing her a peeled apple.

"Fortunately, there's nothing seriously wrong, just some dehydration, which is a blessing in disguise," Biancheng said.

"What about the person I dragged out? Was it the landlady? Is she still alive?" Liu Chaoque asked nervously.

"Oh, he's still alive, but he has extensive burns and inhaled a lot of carbon monoxide. He was taken to the emergency room and has now been saved," Biancheng reported truthfully. "The doctor said you were rescued in time; otherwise, he would have died."

"So it seems I rushed in and saved someone's life?" Liu Chaoque blinked, a smile playing on his lips, clearly in a good mood.

“Yes.” Bian Cheng rubbed his fingers together, wanting to pinch her cheek. “The boss’s husband said he’ll send you a banner when you wake up, and you can also go to the bureau to collect a reward for your bravery.”

Liu Chaoque thought it was pretty good. She still needed to test whether she could turn bad luck into good and danger into safety in this world. As long as she wanted to save someone, that person would be rescued. What awaited her was not a cold corpse, but a warm body.

She turned her head and asked Biancheng, "What time is it now?"

"It's already six o'clock in the evening." Bian Cheng glanced at his watch and asked, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

"Is that alright?" Liu Chaoque blinked.

"Why do you ask that? Am I not going to feed you? That's called abusing a patient," Bian Cheng said helplessly, and then he left the room.

As soon as the door closed, Liu Chaoque felt a little bored. She wandered around the room and saw only a large monitor and a bag in the corner. It seemed to contain some clothes, which they had bought today. Speaking of clothes... she probably couldn't wear what she was wearing anymore. What could she wear after taking off her hospital gown?

For some reason, Liu Chaoque felt a sense of melancholy.

"What are you thinking about?"

When he opened the door, Biancheng saw the little girl sitting on the edge of the bed, curled up with her head down, exuding a strong dampness. He could vaguely see the small mushrooms that were faintly visible next to her.

"I wasn't thinking about anything." Liu Chaoque quickly came back to his senses and looked at the white porridge that Bian Cheng was carrying.

"Ah~ don't you have pickled mustard greens?" she said, somewhat disappointed.

"Sorry, how about I go to the supermarket next door and buy you some more?" Biancheng put down the porridge and made a move to go out again.

"Forget it, it's too much trouble." Liu Chaoque still had an IV drip on the back of her hand. She asked him to lift the lid of the porridge so she could drink it as is. She didn't necessarily need pickled vegetables.

"I don't have pickled mustard greens. This stuff is a bit spicy. Even though you're not sick, you can't eat something so spicy right after you wake up. But... ta-da! I bought some pickled radishes. Want some?" He pulled out a bag of pickled radishes.

Liu Chaoque was momentarily at a loss for words, unsure of what expression to make. Where did he pull this bag out from? Oh, this gentleman's shirt pocket not only contained cigarettes, but also pickled radishes?

Liu Chaoque nodded, staring at the packet of pickled radishes. He watched as it fell into the bowl of white porridge, quickly submerged, and was then scooped up again, back and forth, steaming hot.

He placed the hot, sour porridge in front of Liu Chaoque and said, "Ah, open your mouth."

She opened her mouth in a daze, then chewed blankly for a moment, realizing what she was doing. Looking at the spoon offered to her again, she refused, saying, "I still have my hands..."

“But with only one hand, it’s inconvenient. Open your mouth, ah,” Biancheng said firmly.

Okay, I'll eat it.

……

"full."

"You're full after only five bites? You'll be hungry late at night, eat some more..."

"I really can't eat anymore," Liu Chaoque said helplessly. She wasn't a small eater, but this was the amount of rice she could eat in a given time. She would get hungry at night, but eating any more would make her feel too full. She rubbed her stomach and looked at the white porridge in front of her with a conflicted expression. Finally, she hardened her heart and said, "I won't eat."

"Alright," Biancheng said. "I'll leave it here for you, and I'll heat it up for you when you get hungry tonight."

He put down his spoon, put the lid on, tidied the table, then went to her side and lay down: "Goodnight."

"?" It's not exactly sharing a bed, since we sleep in different beds, but having multiple people of the opposite sex who aren't related by blood in the same room is quite a novel experience.

I can't reach the light switch, and besides, it's only a few o'clock now. Isn't it a bit too early to go to bed...?

Although she was inwardly complaining, it was normal to feel sleepy and want to go to bed after thinking about all the things that had happened that day.

But how do I turn off this light? She stared at the switch by the bedside, moving it carefully, afraid of pulling off the IV drip.

pat.

Why did you turn off the lights?

Weren't you sleeping?

Click, the light came on again. "How can I sleep when you haven't finished your IV drip? I'll just doze off for a bit, but I'll keep track of the time." He took out an alarm clock; it was for twenty minutes from now. "I haven't calculated how long this half-empty bottle will last, but it won't be over in twenty minutes."

"My little darling, I'm a bit sleepy. Let me take a nap, okay?"

"Okay, okay." Liu Chaoque was embarrassed.

He glanced at the IV drip, then half-embraced Liu Chaoque and moved her back to her original position: "Just sit here and don't do anything. If you need to go to the toilet, just call me and I'll go with you."

"Oh, that won't be necessary." No matter how shameless Liu Chaoque was, he couldn't accept having a woman accompany him into the women's restroom.

"Everyone has to go to the bathroom sometimes, it's only natural. Oh, you're embarrassed, aren't you? Then I'll ask a nurse to go with you."

That's good, that's good.

"Ah."

Seeing that he had given enough explanations, he lost his sleepiness and waited for Liu Chaoque to finish the two bottles of IV fluid before going to sleep.

At this moment, Chao Que suddenly had a strange thought: "How many bottles of water have I used up?"

"There are three bottles now, five bottles in total: two bottles of glucose, two bottles of saline solution, and one bottle of anti-inflammatory medicine," Bian Cheng said. "You got wet, so the doctor was worried you'd get sick and put you on an anti-inflammatory IV drip."

Fine.

Liu Chaoque thought that it should have been over in a little over an hour. She wondered if she had also gotten into an ambulance. She wondered if the ambulance was equipped with things like a ventilator and a defibrillator, like they do on TV.

Two hours later, Liu Chaoque had the needles removed and was finally able to get some sleep.

With a snap, Biancheng turned off the light after asking Liu Chaoque's opinion.

This is a genuine goodnight.