Qiqi pretended to be unconscious and stuck the IV needle to the back of her hand, making it look like she was still receiving fluids. This time, the nurse came alone. She walked to the bedside, glanced at the medicine bottle, and frowned—Qiqi had pulled out the IV line earlier, and the bottle’s solution had already drained. The nurse was likely there to change Rong Yi’s medication.
Sure enough, the nurse removed the empty bottle, replaced it with a new one, and inserted the needle directly into Qiqi’s vein. A slight sting pricked the back of her hand, but Qiqi didn’t dare resist. She could only lie stiffly on the hospital bed, feeling the liquid drip drop by drop into her body.
She silently prayed for the nurse to leave quickly so she could pull out the tube. However, after changing the medication, the nurse lingered, standing by the bed and staring at the patient’s face for a long time, as if a flower had bloomed on Qiqi’s features. She even let out admiring clicks of her tongue—“Such a handsome guy, let’s take a photo together.” She pulled out her phone and snapped a flurry of pictures of Qiqi’s face. Then, even more audaciously, she leaned over to Qiqi’s pillow, pressing her cheek against Qiqi’s for a selfie… dawdling for ages before finally leaving.
Qiqi broke out in a cold sweat. Being groped by a woman felt terrible. She quickly sat up and yanked the needle from the back of her hand, but some of the sedative had already entered her system. As soon as she removed the needle, dizziness began to cloud her vision, and she collapsed back onto the bed.
So this was the effect of the sedative? Sigh, Rong Yi, where have you been taken? It seems I fell for that red fox’s trick. She definitely won’t come to save me. I’m so stupid… Qiqi gradually sank into slumber.
The next morning, Qiqi was jolted awake by cold water. She opened her eyes to find an endless sky above her, but the weather seemed poor today—dark clouds gathered, lightning flashed, and countless raindrops, like telephone lines, stretched from the heavens straight to the ground, pelting her face and nearly blinding her.
She groaned and instinctively turned her head, only to realize she was lying on a muddy lawn. The rain had been falling for a long time; the sparse grass beneath her, mixed with mud and rainwater, was filthy.
Qiqi lay there with her eyes closed for a while, slowly recalling the events of the previous night—right, she had been in the detention center, then followed Mei Xue to the psychiatric hospital to rescue Rong Yi. After that, Mei Xue had taken Rong Yi away, leaving her behind, and she had been injected with a sedative… She couldn’t remember anything after that. Had she really slept in the hospital all night? Oh, right, her appearance had been transformed into Rong Yi’s.
Startled, the girl raised her hand to look—pale, slender fingers trembling nervously. That was her hand. So, the illusion spell had worn off? Had she turned back into herself? But how would she explain this to the hospital? Had the doctors already discovered the patient had been swapped?
As she pondered this, something hard jabbed her sharply in the back. She winced and curled up, struggling to look up—it was the same nurse from last night!
Now, the nurse wore a look of impatience, holding an umbrella in one hand and a stick in the other, poking Qiqi relentlessly. Only when Qiqi cried out in pain did the nurse realize the girl had woken up, letting out a sigh of relief: “Damn it, at least you’re not dead…”