GOD MODE FRESHMAN: Trillionaire Simulator

Chapter 17 - 17: Fractures in the Ice

10:29 PM – Platinum Tier Medical Suite

The cardiac monitor's green waveform pulsed in time with Su Ning's controlled breathing. Her fingers gripped the hem of the hospital gown – 600-threadcount Egyptian cotton, naturally – as Ye adjusted the cryotherapy sleeve around her ankle. The scent of sterilized air clashed with his vetiver cologne, a collision of antiseptic protocol and human fallibility.

"Does the pressure feel even?" His fingertips brushed the edge of the compression bandage with surgical precision.

"Your bedside manner needs work." She nodded toward the tablet displaying her MRI – a constellation of inflamed tissue glowing like a supernova. "Shouldn't you be consulting the imaging?"

"Diagnostics are for interns." Ye tapped his temple. "I upgraded to clinical intuition last week."

[System Notification]

» Physical Contact Protocol: 49min 15s @@novelbin@@

» Bio-Response: Resting Heart Rate +22% (Attributable to Injury)

10:47 PM – Matriarchal Audit

Mrs. Su's arrival triggered a protocol deeper than the hospital's emergency codes. The chief resident materialized with a dossier thicker than Shanghai's tax code.

"Grade 1 ATFL tear," he recited, laser pointer trembling over the holographic scan. "We've initiated RICE protocol with..."

"...modifications." Mrs. Su's gloved finger traced the suite's automated massage table currently kneading Beluga caviar into Italian leather. "Why is my daughter's cryotherapy unit plated in rhodium?"

"Antimicrobial properties," Ye interjected. "And tax-deductible theatricality."

The cardiac monitor spiked as Su suppressed a snort.

11:03 PM – Pharmacological Theater

A nurse entered bearing a titanium tray of medications labeled in Cyrillic and Baroque script. "Your evening supplements, Miss Su."

Ye squinted at the ampoules. "Is that botulinum-grade hyaluronic acid?"

"Preventative measures." The nurse's expression remained clinically neutral. "For environments where airborne vanity particles exceed WHO limits."

Mrs. Su intercepted the tray. "We'll take the 2004 Romanée-Conti IV drip instead. And tell your sommelier the '98 Lafite had noticeable sediment."

11:17 PM – Digital Reckoning

Ye's phone lit with Zhao's 32nd message:

『The hashtag #IceQueenThaw is trending above North Korean missile tests. Send proof of life!!!』

He glanced at Su's silhouette backlit by the Huangpu River's light pollution. Her reflection warped in the champagne flute's lead crystal – a perfect metaphor for whatever this was becoming.

Su Ning: The security feed shows you carried me 487 meters. I require data deletion.

Attachment: Thermal imaging of their path through the mall, his body heat signatures coded scarlet.

[Strategic Options]

» A. I charge ¥10,000 per meter (+5 Financial Dominance)

» B. Evidence expires after 72h VIP care (+7 Medical Credibility)

» C. Your mother already bought the footage (-10 Survival Probability)

11:29 PM – Unscripted Calculus

The suite's lighting shifted to "corporate espionage" mode without consent. Su's voice cut through the manufactured twilight:

"You realize this incident necessitates six new NDAs."

"Standard procedure." Ye adjusted the biometric bed's elevation. "Though I draw the line at blood oaths."

Her exhale carried the ghost of a laugh. "The last man who saw me vulnerable got relocated to a Siberian data farm."

"Lucky for me," he angled the ice pack with unnecessary focus, "I specialize in encrypted vulnerabilities."

[Relationship Algorithm]

» Mutual Risk Assessment: Recalculated

» New Variable Detected: Humor.dll (Version 2.3)