After a max-level boss mistakenly enters the infinite game

The door to the chief's office is closed.

The doctor stood nervously at the door of the office and mustered up the courage to knock a few times: "Sir, it's me, Doctor Garner. Can you please open the door and let me say a few words?"

While telling his request, he gently listened to the movement 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 guard in charge of the patrol greeted warmly after seeing a familiar figure, "Are you here to see the warden?"

Doctor: "Yes, sir, aren't you here?"

Guard: "He hasn't come back yet. The warden just took that humble thief to that room. If you take action, the thief will definitely confess immediately. Oh, you were called by the warden to prepare for that room."

Is the prisoner saving his life? I haven't used that room for a long time, but I didn't expect it to be used again after such a long time."

"I have been here for so many years, and I still get chills every time I enter that room. This crown theft case seems to be really difficult. No one can escape from that room unscathed. The thief is probably gone now.

Life is worse than death. Please give him a happy life as soon as possible." The guard said and laughed, "But the warden will definitely not let him die. He is an important prisoner and he still needs to breathe.

Going to the gallows."

"Doctor Garner, it's been a long time since you've seen the scene of blood splattering and flesh flying everywhere. It's going to be hard on you later. I really admire our warden, how he can still survive when the ground is in such a mess.

Keeping his face straight is truly a nightmare in black hell."

The doctor's expression gradually softened, and he covered his barely concealed smile with his mouth, "It doesn't matter, it's my duty to help you deal with the aftermath. Even if the patient is in the worst condition, as long as he still has a breath left, I can save him."

, Sir, if you don’t let him die, I can snatch his life from the hands of death.”

Ah ha.

It turns out that the adult has already taken the thief to the unspeakable room.

He was indeed overly worried.

How could a person like you, Sir, have any compassion for a humble and dirty thief?

As the Lord himself said, he was just an important criminal, and he was rescued in order to find the Kiss of the Sun and avoid being punished by Her Majesty the Queen.

That room is an interrogation room exclusively for adults, but no prisoner who enters that room can come out intact.

Hahaha.

The doctor's eyes flashed with madness.

I really look forward to what kind of shabby appearance that beautiful pretty face will appear in front of me later.

Is it covered in bloody holes?

Or cut off the limbs?

Or was it that his eyeballs were taken out and his teeth were pulled out?

Or maybe his hand tendons and hamstrings were broken?

He was so looking forward to it, 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 stiffened, immediately stopped talking and laughing, and leaned against the wall respectfully.

The doctor looked expectantly towards the end of the corridor.

Two voices, one behind the other, slowly appeared in their sights along with the sound of footsteps.

In front is the warden whom the doctor admires, and behind him is the beautiful prisoner who is intact.

The moment he saw the prisoner clearly, the doctor's entire face twisted uncontrollably.

Not only was he intact, he was even wearing the warden's black felt coat!!

"Why are you here?" The two of them came to the office one after another. The man's cold eyes fell in front of the doctor and asked.

The doctor quickly put away his resentful eyes and said in the most respectful tone: "Sir, I just want to see if this prisoner's illness has recovered, so as not to delay your subsequent interrogation. After all, Her Majesty the Queen has always had the greatest expectations for the officer.

, we can’t let her down, right?”

The man opened the door and said, "Just in time, I'm going to find you and check his body again. He's shivering with cold. Check to see if he has a fever again."

As he spoke, he looked at the guard beside him and said, "Get some charcoal and light up the fireplace."

The doctor's respectfully lowered face became distorted again.

fireplace?

The warden is not afraid of severe cold, this is something they have known for a long time.

Even in temperatures that were ten or twenty degrees colder than now, he had never raised the temperature above the fireplace.

Now he wants to install a fireplace?

Isn't the brazier enough? Just for such a humble thief who is nothing.

Footsteps sounded, and a man's cold voice sounded from the direction of the door, "Doctor, what are you doing standing still? 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 business.

The frail young man with a pale face tightened his tight-fitting felt coat, glanced past the doctor without saying a word, and silently walked to the bedside and sat down.

He casually put his coat aside, wrapped his entire upper body in a warmer quilt, and looked up unblinkingly at the dark-eyed doctor not far away.

The doctor looked at the coats piled haphazardly at the end of the bed, and then at the frail young man wrapped in the officer's quilt. He bit his back molar and was about to bleed before he restrained himself from going up and strangling him to death.

Not only was he covered with the chief's coat, but he was also covered with the chief's closest-fitting quilt.

This damn prisoner, I really want to strangle him to death!

"Doctor, you walked a little too frequently today. I think you didn't get a good rest yesterday." The man's indifferent voice brought the doctor back to reality from his violent thoughts, "Are you going to be a stake in my office?

?”

The doctor quickly came to his senses and calmly walked to the young man to check his physical condition.

He took out a mask and latex gloves from the medicine box and said in an orderly tone without even looking at the young man: "Take off your shirt first. I want to check whether the whiplash on your body is infected."

The prisoner who looked very weak was very obedient, or in other words, in this environment, he was the most fragile life, and he could only be obedient.

Although the young man moved slowly, he still said nothing as he opened the quilt and took off his shirt.

The doctor then raised his eyelids and carefully examined the wounds on the young man's body.

The red mark that looked very hideous in the morning has now faded a lot, and it seems that ointment has been applied to the wound.

The doctor's eyes hidden in the shadows dimmed again.

Apply ointment?

I wonder who applied the ointment to him.

That superior man actually applied medicine to a lowly prisoner himself.

The doctor gritted his teeth and the veins on the back of his hands stood out through the latex gloves.

Not only has the medicine been applied, but the dirt on the young man's body seems to be gone.

So the chief also wiped his body?

When I think of this possibility, ill will comes out of my heart uncontrollably.

Where the officer could not see him, he raised his chin and stared at the young man with a malicious gaze. If his gaze could kill, the young man would have died without a burial place.

The young man lowered his head innocently, but when he saw the doctor's gaze, he suddenly froze, and his whole body started shaking uncontrollably.

Are you scared when I stare at you?

Tsk, coward.

The doctor looked at the young man's expression with satisfaction, then withdrew his gaze and said respectfully: "Sir, the wounds on his body show no signs of infection. If you apply ointment two or three times, the wounds will be completely gone. I will apply it again on him now."

One dose."

"No, leave the medicine and give it later." The man sat on the sofa and interrupted the doctor's movements, "Why is he shaking now? Is he having a fever again?"

The doctor's raised hand froze: "...Okay, I'll take his temperature."

After speaking, the doctor put the thermometer under the young man's armpit, turned his back to the officer, and stared at the young man gloomily again.

He didn't pay attention to the prisoner at all.

He had seen a lot of guys in this place who would get sick when whipped.

They are no different.

No matter how arrogant and fierce he may be outside, as long as he is beaten here, he will immediately become docile and his dignity will be gone.

The initial arrogance has been wiped away, and then I will only use the most humble posture to beg for their charity and tolerance.

——Please, don’t fight anymore.

——Take it easy, it hurts.

——I was wrong, I did it all.

Self-esteem is the last thing this place needs, they just need to be honest and obedient dogs.

They are losers who tuck their tails between their legs and wag their tails to beg for mercy. This is their identity.

The same goes for the prisoner in front of me.

He is quite angry now.

He admired his superior and knew that his superior was cold, arrogant and withdrawn, so he kept this love deep in his heart.

He has never worn the officer's coat, slept in the officer's bed, or covered him with the officer's quilt, but now a loser who is countless times humbler than himself has done it all.

Jealousy, humiliation, resentment, all emotions are brewing inside.

He had no way to release these emotions to his superiors, but the guy in front of him was different.

The doctor stared at the pale young man unabashedly.

The superior cannot be with him 24 hours a day. When he recovers and is thrown into the cell by the superior, he will have many ways to torture this corrupt dog.

It would be too easy for a doctor to lynching someone without leaving any wounds.

The young man stared blankly at the doctor, as if he was frightened.

Ah.

The doctor sneered inwardly.

A humble prisoner with unrealistic ideas.

Just you?

Look at how embarrassed you are. I just looked at you and you were so frightened. What else could you do?

He was about to look away when he suddenly saw the young man's eyes blink twice.

The foolish and confused gaze gradually disappeared under the shadow of thick long eyelashes, and was replaced by an expression that was very familiar to the doctor.

Ridicule, contempt, disdain.

The young man sat on the big dark bed, and draped the scattered quilt around his body with one hand from behind. Then he lazily supported the bed with one hand and leaned back, looking down at the doctor who was squatting in front of him to examine him.

He didn't speak, but his eyes conveyed his meaning to the doctor.

An ant.

Are you worthy of fighting with me? Who do you think you are?

The doctor was stunned and almost dropped the thing in his hand to the ground.

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Studio.

[Tsk, tsk, tsk, this damn Shura field.]

【I can already smell the scent of a dead love rival.】

[This can’t be considered a love rival, right? This is at best the doctor’s own sentimentality. No matter how you look at it, our bosses just treat doctors as tools.]

[Damn it, I used to only watch crazy bosses being jealous and trying to steal Xin Shen. This is the first time I’ve seen a plot where Xin Shen declares the ownership of the boss. I’m so stupid, I really want to watch it.]

[This doctor is really unlucky. He can’t mess with anyone. He’s more powerful than gold if he messes with anyone. Isn’t he just cannon fodder? 】

[Thank you to the doctor NPC for contributing a rare plot to us. To express our gratitude, let us offer a candle to the doctor. 】

【You have to win the bamboo shoots, brother.】

[Let’s fight. We’ve got the boss! Go ahead, Xin Shen! Come on, don’t be afraid, we are all witnesses of your love!]

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The doctor shook his head, and when he looked up again, he found that the young man's eyes had returned to their original innocence and vulnerability.

Looking at the young man's expression doubtfully, the doctor was a little puzzled.

Could it be that I just saw it wrong?

"Are you okay?" A voice suddenly sounded very close behind him. The doctor was startled and quickly took off the thermometer to check.

The chief was actually right behind him. When did he come here, he didn't even hear anything.

"379, I still have a slight fever. Just drink another antipyretic medicine and it will be fine." The doctor shook off the thermometer in his hand and turned around to get medicine from the medicine box.

He just put his hand on the antipyretic medicine, then paused and moved his hand slightly to pick up another medicine bottle.

He took two white pills from the medicine bottle, wrapped them in paper and placed them on the bedside table. The doctor ordered: "Take this medicine after meals, two pills at a time. It is a three-part poison, and there will be side effects after taking the medicine. As for the

The side effects vary from person to person. Some may experience nausea and headache, while others may experience abdominal cramps. The side effects will not last too long, only a few hours or so, and you will be able to tolerate it. I need to check you again tomorrow, if the fever is still there.

If you don’t withdraw, I will try other medicines for you.”

"If you want to recover from your illness, you must take the medicine, don't forget it," the doctor finally said.

There was a knock on the door, and then several guards came in one after another to add charcoal to the unused fireplace.

The doctor looked at the busy figures of the guards, and the expression on his face twisted again.

Obviously, the commander raised the fireplace at this time because he planned to let the prisoner stay here today.

It seems that he will not leave the commander's room until he recovers.

Even if he doesn't have the chance to torture him now, he still has ways to make it difficult for him.

The medicine he just gave him was also for treating fever, but this medicine was specially made by him to punish prisoners who disobey discipline. After taking it, the body will suffer from severe abdominal pain.

The pain is similar to a heart-breaking pain and lasts for about four hours, but it is not life-threatening.

Even if the chief wanted to investigate afterwards, he would not find any problems.

Under Dijia's gaze, the guard moved quickly and quickly set up the fireplace and left the room.

The charcoal is specially supplied and has no choking ash smell.

There was a charcoal fire in the fireplace that could keep burning all day long. After the people in the room left one after another, Dijia glanced at the young man who had wrapped himself into a ball and huddled on the bed: "Is it still cold?"

The young man snorted, not saying it was cold or not cold.

When he didn't get an answer, the man wasn't angry at all. He picked up the coat scattered on the bed and hung it on the hanger, then turned to look at the young man on the bed: "If it's not cold, then you are scared?"

Only then did the young man get his head out of the soft quilt. His fluffy hair was scattered on the pillow. He only stared at Dija with a pair of big black eyes: "A little."

The man's eyes flashed slightly and he walked to the bed.

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.

The two people's faces were almost touching, and Di Jia's cold eyes looked directly at the young man, "No one can leave that room intact except me. I advise you to recruit him quickly, because of your illness

Once you are well, I will take you into that room again. By then it will not be a simple introduction, you should be very clear about what will happen."

"Don't think about not taking medicine to delay your recovery. I will watch you take the medicine. Don't even think about pretending to be sick. Your disguise cannot 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 pester 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 and covered her head completely, turned over and stopped talking to the man.

The man said coolly: "Show your head, do you want to suffocate yourself to death when you have a fever?"

Bailixin froze and angrily pulled down the quilt with her feet, exposing her head.

…

When Bai Lixin woke up again, it started snowing again.

This snowfall was heavier than the one in the morning. The flying goose feathers fell, and the snow on the ground was about to reach the edge of the window.

It's getting dark outside and it's almost dusk.

Priscilla didn't wake up naturally, he was pushed to wake up.

The person who picked him up was none other than the culprit who threw him on the bed and kept his head covered.

The visibility outside was already very low. There were no lights on in the room, and it was pitch black. When Bailixin raised her head, she could only see a dark figure standing at the head of the bed, with a pair of eyes emitting cold light in the darkness.

Baili Xin wiped the sweat from his forehead: "What are you doing?"

It looks very cold outside, but this room is very warm.

The charcoal fire in the fireplace is burning brightly, dispelling the coldness in the room, making this place the warmest haven.

It was so warm that Bai Lixin was sweating.

Di Jia raised his hand and touched Bai Lixin's forehead, "It's not that hot anymore. Get up, eat something, drink the medicine and then go to sleep."

Bailixin sat up and realized that the prison clothes on his body were soaked with sweat and were sticky and uncomfortable. He pulled at the collar and said, "I'll take a shower first. I'm all sweaty."

"No." The man refused almost as soon as Bailixin said it. "I'll wash it tomorrow after the fever subsides. You just sweated so much, and now you'll have a fever again after you wash it."

Although she was a little reluctant, Baili Xin didn't act ungratefully, "Okay then, I'll wash it tomorrow."

A big hand covered Bai Lixin's eyes without warning. The man's skin was very cold, as if he had been soaked in a cold pool. Even though the temperature in the room was already very high, the man's temperature was still frighteningly cold.

Baili Xin was wondering why Di Jia covered his eyes, and then he vaguely saw some light from the other person's exposed fingers.

After a few seconds, the other party's hand slowly moved away and let go of the young man.

"Come here to eat." The man said a few words, turned around and walked towards the sofa.

Bai Lixin looked at the man's upright back, then at the lights above his head, and asked hesitantly: "Did you cover my eyes just now because you were afraid that suddenly turning on the light would dazzle my eyes?"

The man had already sat on the sofa. He neither admitted nor denied, but just urged again: "I seem to be repeating what I said a second time today. Whether it is you or the doctor, it seems that they are testing my bottom line."

When Bailixin heard the word "doctor", a certain radar in his brain suddenly became sharp. He immediately got off the bed and walked to sit down next to Dijia. He picked up the soup and took a sip, and then asked tentatively: "

Who is that doctor? He seems to be very powerful, and I see that the guards are very respectful to him."

The man glanced sideways at Bai Lixin: "Can't you stop your mouth while eating? Now you can talk a lot, but you can't say a word when it's time to say it?"

Priscilla blinked: "How many times do you want me to say, I really don't know where Sun Kiss is."

Di Jia didn't worry too much about this question, "Are you curious about doctors?"

Bai Lixin nodded: "I'm curious."

Love rival, can you not be curious?

This is his old attack.

Regarding the fact that Lao Gong was concerned about others, Bai Lixin didn't feel angry at all.

After all, Lao Gong is so outstanding, handsome and capable, so it’s normal to have admirers, right?

What made him uncomfortable was that the doctor looked at Di Jia secretly and wanted to take Di Jia as his own.

He also has strong malice and paranoia towards himself.

He is kind to his friends, but never shows mercy to his enemies.

What's more, it's his love rival who covets his old gong.

Know thyself, ever-victorious.

Although he believed that Lao Gong had no idea about the doctor, it didn't mean that the doctor wouldn't stab him in the back.

Once a person with a perverted and paranoid personality does not get what he wants, he is likely to hate it out of love.

Dijia: "This doctor is the prison doctor appointed here by the queen. He has superb medical skills."

Priscilla listened carefully.

After several seconds, he asked doubtfully: "No more? That's it?"

Dijia raised his eyebrows slightly: "What else do you want to know?"

Priscilla: "What's his name? How old is he? Does he have a fiancée?"

Di Jia's eyebrows dropped again, and his voice became colder unconsciously: "Do you want to know a lot?"

"Why do you ask all this?"

Priscilla: "I'm just curious. He seems out of place in this prison. It's more like saying he is an etiquette teacher in the palace, but he is actually working as a prison doctor here."

Di Jia pondered for two seconds and then said calmly: "I can't answer this question for you, and I don't know his name either."

Bai Lixin: "..."

puff.

I even heard the guard call him "Doctor Garner"!

Bai Lixin: "Then what do you usually call him?"

Tiga: "Doctor."

Bai Lixin: "."

Well done.

Lao Gong is really a good boyfriend with twenty-four filial piety, and he feels so secure.

Other homes are like eggs that flies can't bite, but his home is an impregnable city fortress.

I originally wanted to stage a chase for my husband, but now I can’t do it anymore.