I agreed to be a kept man, but I'm still being punished by the system.

"Let's go."

Lin Yang's voice was calm.

He stepped forward, ignoring Chen Wanjun's subconscious retraction, and stretched out his arm to embrace her slender waist, while his other hand steadily supported her arm.

The warmth of her body emanated through her thin sweatshirt, and the girl's body tensed up instantly.

Lin Yang carried her half-carried and half-supported her to the entrance, squatted down, and picked up the pair of expensive black sneakers.

He supported her injured ankle with one hand and skillfully helped her put on her shoes with the other.

Throughout the entire process, Chen Wanjun remained silent, only keeping her head down, her gaze fixed on his broad shoulders, her breathing under her mask becoming somewhat disordered.

The elevator descended smoothly.

In the enclosed space, only the refreshing scent of his shower gel and the sweet fragrance of her hair mingled together.

"bite--"

The elevator doors opened on the basement level. Without hesitation, Lin Yang put his arm around her and led her straight to an empty parking space.

There, a dark blue Porsche Cayenne sat quietly.

He pressed the car key.

The car lights flashed, giving a low, guttural response.

Chen Wanjun stopped in her tracks, and a hint of surprise finally appeared in her clear eyes that were visible through her mask.

[Thoughts]: Did I use all the money I gave him to buy this car?

Lin Yang didn't give her time to react. With a slight exertion of his arm, he lifted her up in a standard princess carry.

"what……"

A very soft gasp escaped from under the mask.

He gently placed her in the passenger seat, leaned over, and fastened her seatbelt.

Warm breath swept across her cheek, and Chen Wanjun's body stiffened again, even her fingers curling up.

Lin Yang closed the car door, walked around to the driver's seat, and got in.

The engine started, its deep roar echoing through the garage.

He did not choose to go to the overcrowded public hospital, where queuing, registration, and examinations could easily take up an entire day.

The greatest value of money lies in buying time and efficiency.

He held the steering wheel with one hand, skillfully driving the million-dollar luxury car out of the underground parking garage, merging into the traffic, and heading straight for Huahai City's top private hospital—Saint-An International Hospital.

***

St. Anne's International Hospital is located in the prime riverside area, and it is more like a five-star hotel than a hospital.

Lin Yang parked his car in the designated parking space, and a doorman immediately came to serve him.

He ignored them and went straight to the lobby service desk, where he rented a brand new wheelchair.

"I want VIP full-process service, orthopedics department, I need to see the head doctor now."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was clear and powerful.

When the receptionist saw Chen Wanjun being pushed in his wheelchair and heard that he wanted VIP service, her professional smile instantly became several times more sincere.

"Okay, sir, this way please."

No registration, no queuing.

A tall, young nurse in a well-tailored uniform immediately came over.

She wore white stockings that accentuated her shapely calves, and although she was wearing a mask, she still had exquisite eye makeup.

"Mr. Lin, Ms. Chen, hello. My name is Wu Jing, and I am your personal guide."

Led by Wu Jing, they took a private elevator directly to the director's office of the Department of Orthopedics.

The subsequent process was incredibly fast.

The door to the X-ray room opened for them. Lin Yang took off his shirt, revealing his upper body covered in bruises but with well-defined muscle lines, which attracted frequent glances from the young nurse assisting him.

Chen Wanjun was then taken to another room to have an X-ray taken of her ankle.

The whole process was smooth and efficient; the entire inspection took less than an hour.

They were put to wait in the orthopedic VIP lounge.

There was no smell of disinfectant, only a light fragrance, soft leather sofas, and hot tea and snacks personally served by Wu Jing.

Lin Yang leaned back on the sofa, his mind at peace.

This is the world of the wealthy: simple, brutal, and efficient.

Anyway, it's not like it's his money that's being spent.

***

The head of the orthopedics department was an elderly doctor with gray hair, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who looked refined and professional.

He first picked up Lin Yang's film and examined it carefully under the light.

"Young man, you're quite fit."

The director put down the film, his tone carrying a hint of approval.

"There's nothing wrong with the bones; it's just some superficial injuries and soft tissue contusions. Go back and continue the medication, and it should subside in about a week."

After saying that, he picked up Chen Wanjun's film.

He frowned slightly and pointed to a spot on the ankle in the film.

"There's a minor tear in the ankle ligaments, nothing serious."

He paused, then gently tapped a spot on the film with his pen.

"But, here..."

The director looked up from the film, his gaze inquisitive, and looked at the two of them.

"There are signs of secondary damage here. It looks like the damage just occurred."

The air in the office instantly became quiet.

Chen Wanjun's face flushed red instantly, and her embarrassment was evident even through her black mask. She subconsciously looked at Lin Yang.

Lin Yang remained expressionless, turning his head to look out the window as if admiring the exquisite garden landscape of St. Anne's Hospital.

The director looked at the two of them, a knowing glint in his eyes behind his glasses.

He muttered to himself: "Young people these days really know how to have fun."

He cleared his throat, withdrew his all-knowing expression, and resumed his professional demeanor.

"Well, it's not a big problem. You'll need a support frame and two to three weeks of rest. Avoid strenuous exercise during this time, and you'll recover quickly."

Lin Yang then turned back, as if nothing had happened.

"It's alright, nothing serious."

His tone was flat, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

In the treatment room, Wu Jing held a pair of medical scissors and half-squatted in front of Chen Wanjun.

"Ms. Chen, I'm sorry."

With a "snap," the black stockings that covered her long, beautiful legs were cut open at the ankle.

Another one.

Lin Yang stared at the torn stocking and silently counted in his mind.

Soon, Chen Wanjun's ankle was wrapped in thick bandages, and then a black splint was put on top of it, making her look somewhat clumsy.

Lin Yang used Chen Wanjun's phone to pay the bill, picked up the medicine, took pictures of all the receipts with his phone, and sent them directly to Manager Wang of the property management company.

He then pushed Chen Wanjun in her wheelchair and left the hospital.

The dark blue Cayenne drove out of the parking lot at just 12:15.

While driving, Lin Yang ordered takeout on his phone from a highly-rated private restaurant.

When they returned to the underground parking garage of Tianyue Huafu, the deliveryman called just then, saying that the food had been delivered to the self-pickup locker at the entrance of the community.

effectiveness.

The lives of the wealthy are made up of countless such efficient moments.

In the living room of room 2404, a sumptuous lunch was laid out on the coffee table.

The two sat facing each other, eating their meal in silence.

After dinner, Lin Yang tidied up the lunchboxes and looked at Chen Wanjun, who was curled up on the other side of the sofa, hugging a cushion and playing on her phone. He suddenly felt a little bored.

His understanding of this woman was limited to the cold data on the system panel.

"you……"

As soon as Lin Yang opened his mouth, he saw Chen Wanjun's body stiffen visibly, and she exuded a "don't talk to me" aura of resistance.

He sighed and tried a different approach.

"How about this?"

Lin Yang leaned back on the sofa and found a comfortable position.

"Can you reply to me via WeChat when I speak?"

Chen Wanjun raised her head, a glint of light flashing in her clear eyes, and then nodded vigorously.

***

at the same time.

Inside a clinic near Shipai Village.

An old traditional Chinese medicine doctor who practices bone setting is touching the drooping left arm of a burly man who is 1.9 meters tall.

"Well, the bone isn't broken, but there are a few cracks. Let's put a cast on it to immobilize it."

The fat man behind him quickly said.

"Thank you for your help, master craftsman."

The blond-haired guy next to him was smoking impatiently; this was really a big problem.

Black Bull was a henchman his father brought back from South Asia, specifically for the gang's martial arts tournament during the Lunar New Year.

Now look what's happened. It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, and there are only about a hundred days left until the New Year. How can we possibly recover in time?

Before long, the cast was applied, and Black Bull's left arm hanging around his neck looked rather comical.

The fat man asked the blond-haired man, "Sixth Brother, what do we do now?"

The blond-haired man frantically scratched his head. "What else can we do but go and apologize to my dad?"