The door to the chief's office was closed.
The doctor stood nervously at the door of the office and knocked a few times with all his courage: "Sir, it's me, Doctor Garner. Can you please open the door and let me have a few words?"
While he was expressing his request, he was listening quietly to the movements inside.
The room was very quiet, without any sound.
not here
The doctor frowned and stared at the dark door in front of him.
"Doctor Garner," the patrolling guard greeted him warmly after seeing the familiar figure, "Are you here to see the warden?"
Doctor: "Yes, is the master not here?"
Guard: "He hasn't come back yet. The warden just took the humble thief to that room. If you take action, the thief will definitely confess immediately. Oh, you are the one called by the warden to save the prisoner, right? The warden hasn't used that room for a long time. I didn't expect it to be useful again after such a long time."
"I've been here for so many years, and every time I enter that room, I still get cold all over. This case of the theft of the crown seems to be really tricky. No one can escape from that room unscathed. The thief must be living a life worse than death now, begging you to kill him quickly?" The guard said with a laugh, "But the warden will definitely not let him die. He is an important prisoner, and he has to stay alive before he is hanged."
"Doctor Garner, it has been a long time since you have seen such blood splattering and flesh flying everywhere. You will have to work hard later. I really admire our warden. He can remain calm even when the ground is in such a mess. He is worthy of being the nightmare of the black hell."
The doctor's expression gradually eased, and he used his mouth to cover up the smile that he could barely hide. "It's okay. It's my job to help you deal with the aftermath. No matter how bad the patient is, as long as he still has a breath left, I can save him. If you don't let him die, I can snatch his life from the hands of death."
Ahaha.
It turned out that the adults had taken the thief to the unspeakable room.
He was indeed worrying too much.
How could a man like you have any sympathy for a lowly and dirty thief
Just like what the Lord said himself, he was just an important prisoner, and he was saved in order to find the Kiss of the Sun and avoid being punished by Her Majesty the Queen.
That room was an interrogation room exclusively for adults. No prisoner who entered that room could come out safely.
Hehehe.
There was a mad flash in the doctor's eyes.
I'm really looking forward to seeing that pretty pretty boy appear in front of me in such a shabby state.
Is it covered with bloody holes
Or cut off the limbs
Or were their eyeballs taken out and their teeth extracted
Or were the tendons in their hands and feet cut
He was looking forward to it so much that he couldn't wait to see how miserable such a beautiful body would be.
Familiar footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.
The guard's body stiffened, and he instantly stopped laughing and leaned against the wall respectfully.
The doctor looked toward the end of the corridor expectantly.
Two voices, one in front and one behind, slowly appeared in their sight along with the sound of footsteps.
In front was the warden whom the doctor admired, and behind him was the beautiful prisoner who was intact.
The moment he saw the criminal clearly, the doctor's whole face twisted uncontrollably.
Not only was he intact, he was even wearing the warden's black felt coat!!
"Why are you here?" The two men came to the office one after another. The man looked at the doctor with cold eyes and asked.
The doctor quickly put away his resentful look and said in the most respectful tone: "Sir, I want to see if the prisoner has recovered from his illness, so as not to delay your next interrogation. After all, Her Majesty the Queen has always had the highest expectations of you, and we can't let her down, right?"
The man opened the door. "That's great. I was going to look for you to check him again. He's shivering with cold. See if he has a fever again."
He looked at the guard beside him and said, "Get some charcoal and light the fireplace."
The doctor's respectful face twisted again.
fireplace
They had long known that the warden was not afraid of the cold.
He never lit the fireplace even when the temperature was 10 to 20 degrees colder than it was now.
Now he wants to light the fireplace
Isn't the brazier enough for a lowly thief like this
Footsteps sounded, and a man's cold voice sounded from the direction of the door, "Doctor, what are you still standing there for? Come in quickly."
"Okay, sir." When he looked up again, the resentment on the doctor's face had been perfectly hidden, leaving only the seriousness of doing his job.
The pale, frail young man tightened his felt coat, glanced at the doctor without saying a word, and walked silently to the bedside and sat down.
He casually put his coat aside, wrapped his entire upper body with the warmer quilt, and looked up without blinking at the doctor with a gloomy look not far away.
The doctor looked at the coats piled casually at the end of the bed, then looked at the fragile young man wrapped in his superior's quilt. His back teeth were almost bleeding, but he resisted the urge to strangle him to death.
Not only did he wear his superior's coat, but he also covered himself with his most personal quilt.
This damn prisoner, I really want to strangle him to death!
"Doctor, you walked a little too often today. I think you didn't get enough rest yesterday." The man's indifferent voice brought the doctor back to reality from his rampage thoughts. "Are you planning to be a stake in my office?"
The doctor quickly came to his senses and calmly walked up to the young man to check his physical condition.
He took out a mask and latex gloves from the medicine box, and without even looking at the young man, he said in a commanding tone: "Take off your shirt first. I want to check if the whip wounds on your body are infected."
The prisoner, who looks very weak, is very obedient, or it can be said that in the current environment, he is the most fragile life and he can only be obedient.
Although the young man moved slowly, he still lifted the quilt and took off his shirt without saying anything.
The doctor then raised his eyelids and carefully examined the wounds on the young man's body.
The red marks that looked very hideous in the morning have now faded a lot, and it seems that the wound has been well treated with ointment.
The doctor's eyes, hidden in the shadows, darkened again.
Apply ointment
It's easy to imagine who applied the ointment to him.
That high and mighty adult actually personally applied medicine to the lowest-ranking prisoner.
The doctor clenched his teeth, and the veins on the back of his hands stood out through his latex gloves.
Not only was the medicine applied, but the dirt on the young man's body seemed to have disappeared.
So the officer also wiped his body
When I thought of this possibility, malice emerged uncontrollably from the bottom of my heart.
Out of sight of his superior, he raised his chin and stared at the young man with resentful eyes. If looks could kill, the young man would have been dead by now.
The young man had been lowering his head innocently, but when he caught the doctor's gaze, he was suddenly stunned and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Are you scared when I glare at you
Tsk, coward.
The doctor looked at the young man's expression with satisfaction, then he retracted his gaze and said respectfully: "Sir, there is no sign of infection in his wounds. Apply the ointment two or three more times and these scars will disappear completely. I will apply the ointment to him again now."
"No, leave the medicine here and I'll give it to you later." The man interrupted the doctor while sitting on the sofa. "Why is he shaking now? Is he having a fever again?"
The doctor raised his hand and froze: "...Okay, I'll take his temperature."
After saying that, the doctor clamped the thermometer under the young man's armpit, turned his back to his superior and looked at the young man gloomily again.
He didn't take the prisoner seriously at all.
He had seen many guys like this in this place who would get sick if whipped.
They are no different.
No matter how arrogant and fierce they are outside, once they get beaten here they will immediately become obedient and all their dignity will be gone.
The initial arrogance was completely worn away, and after that they could only beg for their charity and forgiveness in the most humble manner.
—Please, stop fighting.
—Be gentle, it hurts.
—I was wrong, I confessed everything.
Self-esteem is the least important thing in this place. All they have to do is be good and obedient dogs.
They are losers who wag their tails and beg for mercy. This is their identity.
The same is true of the prisoner in front of me.
He is quite angry now.
He admired his superior, but he also knew that he was cold, arrogant and aloof, so he kept his love deep in his heart.
He had never worn his superior's coat, slept in his superior's bed, or covered himself with his superior's quilt, but now a loser who was countless times more humble than himself had done all of these.
Jealousy, humiliation, resentment, all emotions are brewing inside.
He had no way to release these emotions to his superior, but the guy in front of him was different.
The doctor stared at the pale young man without disguising his gaze.
The commander couldn't be with him 24 hours a day. When he recovered from his illness and was thrown into the cell by the commander, he would have plenty of ways to torture this loser.
It is too easy for a doctor to lynch a person without leaving any wounds on his body.
The young man stared at the doctor in a daze, looking as if he was frightened.
Ah.
The doctor sneered in his heart.
A humble prisoner with unrealistic ideas.
Just you
Look at how miserable you are. You were scared just by my look. What else can you do
He was about to look away when he saw the young man blink twice.
The foolish and confused look gradually disappeared under the shadow of the thick eyelashes, and was replaced by an expression that the doctor was very familiar with.
Sarcasm, contempt, and disdain.
The young man sat on the dark bed. He casually put the scattered quilt back on his body from behind with one hand, then lazily leaned back on the bed with one hand, looking down at the doctor who was squatting in front of him examining him.
He didn't say anything, but his eyes conveyed his meaning to the doctor.
An ant.
You think you can fight with me? Who do you think you are
The doctor was stunned and almost dropped the thing in his hand.
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Studio.
Tsk tsk tsk, this damn Shura field.
I already smell the scent of a deadly rival.
This can't be considered a love rival, right? At most, this is the doctor's self-indulgent feelings. No matter how you look at it, our boss only treats the doctor as a tool.
Damn, before I only saw crazy bosses getting jealous and snatching Xin Shen, this is the first time I see a plot where Xin Shen claims ownership of the bosses, so sexy, I really want to see it.
This doctor is so unlucky. He can provoke anyone. But he provokes someone who is stronger than gold. Isn't this just cannon fodder
Thanks to the doctor NPC for contributing a rare plot to us. To express our gratitude, let us offer a candle to the doctor.
This is gonna be a good deal, brother.
Fight! Let's grab the boss! Come on, God Xin! Go ahead, don't be scared, we are all witnesses of your love!
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The doctor was distracted for a moment, and when he looked up again he found that the young man's eyes had returned to their original innocence and fragility.
The doctor was puzzled as he looked at the young man's expression with doubt.
Did I see it wrong just now
"Are you okay?" A voice suddenly sounded from very close behind him. The doctor was startled and quickly took down the thermometer to check.
The commander was actually right behind him. He didn't even hear when he came over.
"379, you still have a slight fever. Just take another dose of antipyretic medicine and you'll be fine." The doctor shook the thermometer in his hand and turned to get medicine from the medicine box.
His hand just placed on the antipyretic medicine, then he paused, moved his hand slightly and changed to pick up another medicine bottle.
I took two white pills from the medicine bottle, wrapped them in paper and placed them on the bedside table. The doctor instructed, "Take this medicine after meals, two pills at a time. Medicine is toxic, and there will be side effects after taking it. As for the side effects, it varies from person to person. Some people will have nausea and headaches, and some people will have abdominal cramps. The side effects will not last too long, about a few hours, so just bear with it. I need to check you again tomorrow. If the fever has not subsided, I will try other medicines for you."
"If you want to get better, you must take the medicine. Don't forget." The doctor finally said.
There was a knock at the door, and then several guards came in one after another to add charcoal to the fireplace that had not been used.
The doctor looked at the busy figures of the guards and his expression twisted again.
It was obvious that the officer lit the fireplace at this time, intending to let the prisoner stay here today.
It seemed that he would not leave the officer's room until he recovered from his illness.
Even if he doesn't have the chance to torture him now, he still has ways to make his life miserable.
The medicine he just gave him was also for reducing fever, but he made this medicine specifically for punishing disobedient prisoners. After taking it, the body will experience severe abdominal pain.
The pain is similar to that of a piercing pain, and lasts for about four hours, but it will not be life-threatening.
Even if the officer wanted to investigate afterwards, he wouldn't be able to find anything.
Under Diga's gaze, the guard moved quickly, lit the fireplace and left the room.
The charcoal is specially supplied charcoal without the pungent smell of ash.
The charcoal filled the fireplace and could keep burning for a whole day. After the people in the room left one after another, Dijia looked at the young man who curled up in a ball on the bed and asked, "Are you still cold?"
The young man groaned, neither saying he was cold nor saying he wasn't cold.
The man was not angry when he didn't get an answer. He picked up the coats scattered on the bed and hung them on the hanger, then turned to look at the young man on the bed: "If you're not cold, then you're scared?"
The young man then poked his head out from under the soft quilt, his fluffy hair spread out on the pillow in disarray. He stared at Dijia with his big black eyes: "A little bit."
The man's eyes flickered slightly, and he walked to the bedside.
He first looked down at the young man, then suddenly leaned over, grabbed the young man's arm and pulled him out of the quilt.
Their faces were almost touching, and Dijia's cold eyes stared directly at the young man, "Except for me, no one can leave that room intact. I advise you to confess quickly, because once you recover from your illness, I will bring you back to that room. By then, it will not be a simple introduction. You should know what will happen."
"Don't think about delaying your recovery by not taking the medicine. I will watch you take the medicine. Don't try to pretend to be sick. Your disguise will not escape my eyes. The faster you recover, the sooner our game will start." The man paused, "Or, while I still have patience, you still have a chance to end this game early."
The young man frowned and shook his head, staring at the man with a pair of red eyes, and said the same words: "The criminal is really not me."
The man did not continue to entangle with him. He threw the young man into the quilt and strode to the sofa without looking back. "Close your eyes and go to sleep."
Baili Xin pulled the quilt to cover her head, turned over and ignored the man.
The man said coldly, "Show your head. Do you want to suffocate yourself to death when you have a fever?"
Baili Xin froze, then angrily pulled the quilt down with his foot, revealing his head.
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When Baili Xin woke up again, it was snowing outside again without anyone noticing.
This snow was even heavier than the one in the morning. Goose feathers were falling everywhere, and the snow on the ground was about to reach the windows.
It was getting dark outside and it was almost dusk.
Baili Xin didn't wake up naturally, he was pushed awake.
The one who got him up was none other than the culprit who threw him onto the bed and didn't let him cover his head.
The visibility outside was already very low, and there was no light in the room, so it was pitch black. Baili Xin looked up and could only see a dark figure standing at the head of the bed, a pair of eyes emitting cold light in the darkness.
Baili Xin wiped the sweat from his forehead: "What?"
It looks cold outside, but this room is warm.
The charcoal fire in the fireplace was burning, dispelling the cold in the room and making it the warmest haven.
It was so warm that Baili Xin was sweating.
Dijia raised his hand and touched Baili Xin's forehead, "It's not that hot anymore, get up and eat something, drink the medicine and then go back to sleep."
Baili Xin sat up and realized that his prison uniform was soaked with sweat, sticking to his body and making him uncomfortable. He pulled at his collar and said, "I'll take a shower first. I'm sweating all over."
"No." The man refused almost as soon as Baili Xin said it, "Wash tomorrow after the fever subsides. You just sweated so much, if you wash now, you will have a fever again later."
Although he was a little reluctant, Baili Xin did not know what was good for him. "Okay, I'll wash it tomorrow."
A big hand covered Baili Xin's eyes without warning. The man's skin was very cold, as if he had been soaked in a cold pond. Even though the indoor temperature was already very high, the man's temperature was still frighteningly cold.
Baili Xin was wondering why Dijia covered his eyes, and then he vaguely saw some light through the other's fingers.
After a few seconds, the other person's hand slowly moved away and let go of the young man.
"Come and eat." The man said briefly and turned to walk towards the sofa.
Baili Xin looked at the man's tall back, then looked at the light above his head, and asked hesitantly, "Did you cover my eyes just now because you were afraid that the light would dazzle my eyes?"
The man had already sat on the sofa. He neither admitted nor denied it, but just urged again: "It seems that I have been repeating myself for the second time today. Whether it is you or the doctor, it seems that you are testing my bottom line."
When Baili Xin heard the word "doctor", a certain radar in his brain instantly stood up. He immediately got off the bed and walked to sit next to Dijia. He took a sip of the soup and then asked tentatively: "Who is that doctor? He seems to be very powerful. I see that the guards are very respectful to him."
The man glanced at Baili Xin and said, "Can't you keep your mouth shut while eating? You are quite talkative now, but when you should speak, you don't say a word?"
Baili Xin blinked and said, "How many times can you tell me that I really don't know where the Sun Kiss is."
Dijia didn't dwell on this question too much, "Are you curious about the doctor?"
Baili Xin nodded: "Curious."
Love rival, how can I not be curious
This is his old attacker.
Baili Xin didn't seem to be angry about the fact that others were keeping an eye on this matter.
After all, the old man is so outstanding, handsome and capable, it is normal for him to have admirers, right
What made him uncomfortable was that the doctor secretly looked at Dijia with the look in his eyes as if he wanted to possess Dijia for himself.
He also has strong malice and paranoia towards himself.
He is kind to his friends, but ruthless to his enemies.
What’s more, she is his rival in love who covets his affection.
Know thyself, ever-victorious.
Although he believed that Lao Gong had no feelings towards the doctor, it did not mean that the doctor would not stab him in the back.
Once a person with a perverted and paranoid personality fails to get what he wants, he is likely to turn love into hate.
Dijia: "This doctor is the prison doctor appointed by the queen. He has superb medical skills."
Baili Xin listened carefully.
After several seconds, he asked doubtfully, "That's all? That's it?"
Dijia raised his eyebrows slightly: "What else do you want to know?"
Baili Xin: "What's his name? How old is he? Does he have a fiancée or something?"
Dijia's eyebrows dropped again, and his voice unconsciously became a little colder: "Don't you want to know too much?"
"Why are you asking these questions?"
Baili Xin: "I'm just curious. He doesn't seem to fit in with this prison. It's more like he's a etiquette teacher in the palace, but he's actually a prison doctor here."
Dijia hesitated for two seconds before saying calmly: "I can't answer this question for you. I don't even know his name."
Baili Xin: "..."
puff.
I even heard the guards calling him "Doctor Ghana"!
Baili Xin: "Then what do you usually call him?"
Dijia: "Doctor."
Baili Xin: “.”
Well done.
The old man is really a good boyfriend who is very filial to his parents. He makes me feel so safe.
Other people's houses are like eggs without cracks, but his house is a solid city fortress.
I originally wanted to stage a scene of chasing my husband, but now I have failed.