After her dramatic cousin stopped acting up, the aloof doctor got anxious.

What does the plot have to do with her?

She's not the love-obsessed person the original owner was.

Shen Ruo closed her eyes, mentally giving herself a thumbs up. She felt like she was a model student in the transmigration novel world—rational, clear-headed, and self-aware.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, her phone vibrated.

She groped her way over and saw that it was a message from the hospital's department group chat.

There will be a temporary training session at 3 PM today, which all interns must attend. Those who are absent will be treated as absent without leave.

Shen Ruo glanced at the time; it was 10 a.m.

I can still sleep for four hours.

She tossed her phone onto the bedside table, turned over, and went back to sleep.

When the alarm clock rang, Shen Ruo was dreaming of eating hot pot. The tripe had just been dipped into the broth and hadn't even been taken out yet when a death-stricken ringing of the alarm clock dragged her back to reality.

She sat up abruptly, and Stella, whom she was holding, rolled to the side and pitifully slid off the bed.

I glanced at my phone; it was 2:30.

The training was scheduled to start at 3 p.m., and she had 30 minutes to get ready.

The original owner of this body was a nurse who always clocked in precisely on time.

But Shen Ruochu was new to the hospital and didn't even know which way the main gate faced, so she had to leave early.

Although it has the original owner's memories, they are just memories.

"Don't panic, don't panic, Shen Ruo, you can do it. You've been through the 9-to-5 grind before..."

He quickly went into the bathroom, brushed his teeth and washed his face in one go, taking no more than two minutes in total.

She wiped the water off her face in front of the mirror, casually tied her hair into a ponytail, then turned and rushed back to her room, opening the original owner's wardrobe.

"???"

Shen Ruo froze on the spot.

No, what's in this wardrobe?

The closet is full of mini skirts, shorts, crop tops, and deep V-necks.

The fabrics were becoming increasingly scarce, and the colors increasingly vibrant.

Shen Ruo picked up a pair of denim shorts with trembling hands. The legs were so short that she suspected her buttocks would be exposed to the cold if she wore them.

"Are these pants or underwear?"

She then picked up a black leather skirt, the length of which was barely enough to cover the cartoon pattern on her underwear.

Shen Ruo looked down at her sheep-themed pajamas, then at her nightclub-style outfit in the closet, and fell into deep thought.

Original owner, you sleep in Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf costumes at night, but go out in this kind of R-rated stuff during the day?

Do you have a split personality?!

Shen Ruo frantically searched through the closet, growing more and more desperate with each search.

These girls really love showing off their figures. Nine out of ten dresses are backless, eight out of nine pairs of pants have ripped holes, and the other one is fishnet stockings.

Would you dare wear this to the hospital?

Anyway, she wouldn't dare.

"Found it."

Searching through the items one by one, Shen Ruo found a white dress.

She was so excited she almost cried when she took it out to look at it.

The skirt is knee-length, with a round neck and short sleeves. Although it still has a fitted waist to show off the figure, it is the most conservative piece in the entire wardrobe.

"You're the one."

Shen Ruo changed into the zipper and stood in front of the mirror, then fell silent as she zipped it up.

Is this dress proper?

serious.

Does it flatter your figure?

It's too obvious.

The white fabric clung to her body, perfectly outlining her curves; the front was full and rounded, the back was pert and rounded, and the waist was cinched in.

Shen Ruo looked at the person in the mirror and couldn't help but whistle.

"Girl, you know how to show off your figure."

What woman doesn't love beauty?

Shen Ruo naturally followed the crowd.

Then she looked down at her chest and suddenly panicked.

The buttons on the front of this skirt look like they're about to pop off at any moment.

She took a breath; the cleavage was so deep it made one want to explore it.

"Tsk, they don't even dare to breathe loudly."

Shen Ruozhen dared not breathe, afraid that the front would burst.

She exhaled and inhaled cautiously, like an artificial intelligence that had just learned to breathe.

I glanced at the time; it was 2:50. Time to head out.

She grabbed her nurse's uniform, stuffed it into her bag, and prepared to change her shoes and go out.

Shen Ruo searched through her entire shoe cabinet, from stilettos to chunky heels, from pointed toes to peep toes, from strappy to rhinestones, but she couldn't find a single pair of white sneakers or canvas shoes.

"His dad doesn't even own a pair of white sneakers."

She grumbled as she put on her eight-centimeter stilettos, and wobbled as soon as she stood up, almost kneeling in a kneeling ceremony.

"Whatever, I'll just wear them. I can't go out barefoot."

Shen Ruo began her bumpy journey to work.

……

"Stay calm, Shen Ruo, you can do it. You're the woman who wore ten-centimeter heels to her graduation ceremony..."

That's what they say, but the original owner's body doesn't seem to be used to high heels.

By the time Shen Ruo reached the entrance of the residential area, she had already twisted her ankle three times and almost fell into a trash can.

She hailed a taxi, gave the driver the name of the hospital, and he glanced at her in the rearview mirror with a subtle look in his eyes.

"Young lady, are you going to the hospital for a checkup?"

"work."

The driver hesitated, then said, "Oh, you dress like that for work?"

Shen Ruo looked down at her skirt, then looked up at him and glared, "Can't nurses wear skirts?"

The driver was intimidated by her imposing manner and silently turned back to drive away.

At 2:55, Shen Ruo finally arrived at the hospital entrance.

She pushed open the car door, and almost knelt down as soon as one foot touched the ground, her high heel getting stuck in the drainpipe.

Holding onto the closed car door, she hopped on one foot to take off her shoe. The driver stepped on the gas, and she was thrown forward, but luckily she managed to grab onto a utility pole by the roadside.

"???"

Shen Ruo hugged the telephone pole, watching the taxi speed away, its exhaust fumes spraying her face.

"Fuck you..."

She grumbled as she pulled out her shoe, glanced at the time, and realized she was almost late.

Shen Ruo slung her bag over her shoulder and started running.

Passersby turned their heads to look.

"Why is that girl running away?"

"I don't know, it might be the emergency room?"

"Is this what you wear to the emergency room?"

Shen Ruo ignored the stares of passersby; all she could think about was: absenteeism and deduction of pay.

The original owner only had two thousand yuan left in the card; if they deducted any more, they would starve.

After turning the last corner, she saw the sign for the nurses' station and heard the voices coming from it.

"Shen Ruo?"

"Has Shen Ruo arrived yet?"

Shen Ruo's heart stopped beating suddenly.

Roll call has begun.

She sped up as fast as she could.

"Shen Ruo..."

The head nurse's voice trailed off, tinged with impatience.

A dozen or so interns stood in the corridor, looking at each other without making a move.

Nurse Lin waited a few seconds, then read it again, "Shen Ruo."

Still no one.

Nurse Lin tapped her pen on the roll call list, her brows furrowing slightly.

She has been working at the First People's Hospital of the city for five years, and the thing she hates most is being late.

Interns, in particular, dare to be late before they've even officially started working. What will they be like when they get to clinical practice?

"Not present, treated as absent without leave..."

"I'm here! I'm here! I'm here!!!"

Shen Ruo shouted at the top of her lungs and made a sharp turn to rush into the nurses' station.

Everyone at the door looked in the direction of the sound.

At the end of the corridor, a girl in a white dress was running towards them in a rather ungraceful manner.

Saying she was running wildly isn't quite accurate, because her steps were clearly hampered by her high heels, and she was limping as she ran, but she was still very fast, presenting a state of both effort and disarray.

It's hilarious.

What's even more striking is her figure.