After the Full-Level Boss Entered the Infinite Game By Mistake

The door to the chief's office was 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, please open the door and listen to me, okay?"

While telling his own 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 patrolling guard warmly greeted after seeing the familiar figure, "Are you here to find the Warden?"

Doctor: "Yes, isn't your lord here?"

Guard: "He hasn't come back yet. The Lord Warden took that humble thief to that room just now. Your Excellency, the thief will definitely confess right away. Oh, you are the Lord Warden who called to prepare for that The prisoner saved his life, right? The master hasn’t used that room for a long time, and I didn’t expect it to come in handy again after such a long time.”

"I have been here for so many years, and every time I enter that room, I still feel cold. The theft of the crown seems really tricky. No one can get out of that room. The thief is probably dead now. Life is better than death, please give him a good time, please?" The guard said and laughed, "But the warden will definitely not let him die, he is an important prisoner, so we have to save his breath to the gallows."

"Doctor Garner, it's been a long time since you saw the scene of blood splattered and flesh flying everywhere. It will be hard for you later, I really admire our Lord Warden, who is so messy that he can still It is indeed a nightmare in the black hell."

The doctor's face gradually softened, and he covered the smile he could barely hide with his mouth, "It's okay, it's my job to help the adults deal with the aftermath. No matter how bad the patient is, as long as there is one breath left, I can save them from life." If my lord doesn't let him die, I can snatch his life from the god of death."

aha.

It turned out that the lord had already taken the thief to the unspeakable room.

He was really worrying too much.

How could a person like an adult have any compassion for a humble and dirty thief.

As the lord himself said, it was just an important criminal, and he was saved to find Sun's Kiss, so as not to be punished by Her Majesty the Queen.

That room was an interrogation room exclusively for adults, but none of the prisoners who entered that room could come out intact.

Hehehe.

Crazy flashed in the doctor's eyes.

I really look forward to what kind of tattered posture that pretty boy will appear in front of me later.

Is it a hole covered in blood?

Or severed limbs?

Or had his eyeballs taken out and his teeth pulled out?

Or was he picked off his tendons and hamstrings?

He was so looking forward to it, he couldn't wait for a moment to see how miserable such a beautiful body would be.

Familiar footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.

The guard's body froze, and he immediately put away his expression of talking and laughing, and leaned against the wall respectfully.

The doctor looked expectantly down the corridor.

Two voices, one in front and one in the back, 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 handsome prisoner who was 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 black felt coat of the warden! !

"Why are you here?" The two came to the office one after the other, and the man asked the doctor with his cold gaze.

The doctor will quickly put away his resentful eyes, and say in the most respectful tone: "Sir, I want to see if this prisoner is recovering from his illness, so as not to delay your next interrogation. After all, Her Majesty has always had the greatest expectations of the sir. , can't let her down, can't you?"

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

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

Distortion appeared on the doctor's respectful and downcast face again.

fireplace?

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

Even in a temperature that was ten or twenty degrees colder than it is now, he had never raised the fireplace.

Now he wants to raise the fireplace?

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

Footsteps sounded, and a man's indifferent voice sounded from the direction of the door, "Doctor, what are you still doing, come in quickly."

"Okay, sir." When he looked up again, the resentment on the doctor's face had been perfectly hidden by him, only business-like seriousness remained.

The frail young man with a pale face tightened his felt coat, swept past the doctor without saying a word, walked to the side of the bed and sat down silently.

He casually put the coat aside, wrapped his upper body with a warmer quilt, and looked up at the gloomy-eyed doctor not far away without blinking.

The doctor looked at the overcoats piled up at the end of the bed, and then at the frail young man wrapped in the officer's quilt. His back molars were about to bleed, so he couldn't go up and strangle him to death.

.

Not only was he wearing the officer's overcoat, but he was also covered with the officer's closest quilt.

This damned prisoner really wants to strangle him to death!

"Doctor, why do you walk a little too frequently today? Let me think that you didn't have a good rest yesterday." The man's indifferent voice brought the doctor back from the idea of ​​running away to reality, "Are you planning to be a stake in my office? ?”

The doctor quickly came back to his senses, calmly walked in front of the young man to check the young man's physical condition.

He took out the 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, and I want to check whether the whip wound on your body is infected."

The seemingly weak prisoner is very obedient, or in this environment, he is the most vulnerable life, and he can only be obedient.

Although the young man moved slowly, he still lifted the quilt without saying anything, and took off his shirt.

Only then did the doctor raise his eyelids and carefully inspect the wound on the young man's body.

The red marks that were still very hideous in the morning have faded a lot, and it seems that the wound has been well smeared with ointment.

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

Apply ointment?

I also want to know who applied the ointment to him.

That high-ranking adult actually applied medicine to a most inferior prisoner himself.

The doctor gritted his teeth, the veins on the back of his hand protruding through the latex gloves.

Not only has the medicine been applied, but the dirt on the young man seems to have disappeared.

So the officer wiped his body?

At the thought of this possibility, malice burst out from the bottom of my heart uncontrollably.

Where the chief couldn't see, he raised his chin, staring at the young man with venomous eyes. If his gaze could kill, the young man would have died without a place to bury him.

The young man lowered his head innocently, but when he saw the doctor's gaze, he was taken aback, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Scared of being stared at by me?

Chick, coward.

The doctor looked at the young man's expression with satisfaction, then withdrew his gaze, and said respectfully: "Sir, the wound on his body shows no signs of infection. Apply ointment two or three times and the wound will disappear completely. I will apply it again now." One medicine."

"No need, the medicine is left, and I will take it later." The man sat on the sofa and interrupted the doctor's movements, "Why is he shaking now? Did he have a fever again?"

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

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

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

He's seen a lot in this place with a guy who gets sick with a whip.

They are no different.

No matter how arrogant and fierce they are outside, once they get beaten up here, they will immediately become honest and their dignity will be gone.

The initial arrogance was wiped away, and then he would 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 recruited them all.

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

Lost dogs wagging their tails and begging for mercy, this is their identity.

The same thing happened to the prisoner in front of him.

He is quite angry now.

He admires the officer, and knows that the officer is cold and withdrawn, so he has always buried this love in his heart.

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

Jealousy, humiliation, resentment, all emotions are brewing in the heart.

He couldn't release these emotions to the officer, but the guy in front of him was different.

The doctor stared at the pale youth unabashedly.

It is impossible for the officer to be with him 24 hours a day. When he recovers from illness and is thrown into the cell by the officer, he will have plenty of ways to torture this defeated dog.

It was too easy for a doctor to lynch a person without wounds.

The young man stared into the doctor's eyes blankly, as if he had been frightened stupidly.

Ah.

The doctor sneered inwardly.

A humble prisoner with unrealistic ideas.

Just by you?

Look at your embarrassing appearance, I just gave you a look, and you are so scared, what else can you do?

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

Under the shadow of the thick and long eyelashes, the stupid eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a look very familiar to the doctor.

ridicule, contempt, disdain.

The young man was sitting on the big dark bed, with one hand covering his body from behind with the scattered quilt, and then lazily supporting the bed with one hand, he leaned back, condescendingly looking down at the doctor squatting in front of him to examine him.

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

An ant.

Also deserve to fight with me? What are you.

The doctor was stunned, and the things in his hands almost fell to the ground.

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Studio.

[Tsk tsk tsk, this damn Shura field. 】

[I already smell the smell of a rival in love. 】

[This can't be considered a love rival, can it? This is at best a doctor's self-indulgent sentimentality. No matter how you look at it, our bosses just treat doctors as tools. 】

[Damn it, I used to only watch crazy gangsters get jealous and grab Xinshen. This is the first time I have seen Xinshen declare the ownership of the boss. It's so red, I really want to watch it. 】

[This doctor is really unlucky, he can't provoke anyone. Provoking love is more than Jin Jian, isn't this just like cannon fodder? 】

[Thanks to the doctor npc for contributing a rare plot to us. In order to express our gratitude, let us present a candle to the doctor. 】

[This is a must, brother. 】

[Fight up. Grab the boss! Come on, Xin Shen! Come on, don't be cowardly, 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 the original innocence and fragility.

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

Could it be that I misread it just now?

"Are you ready?" A voice suddenly sounded from a very close distance behind, the doctor was startled, and quickly took off the thermometer to check.

The officer was actually behind him. When did he come over, he didn't hear anything.

"379, I still have a little fever, just take another dose of antipyretic medicine." The doctor shook the thermometer in his hand, turned around and took the medicine from the medicine box.

His hand had just been placed on the antipyretic medicine, then he paused, and changed his hand slightly to take another medicine bottle.

I took two white pills from the medicine bottle, wrapped them in paper and put them on the bedside table. The doctor said: "Take this medicine after meals, two pills at a time. It is three-point poisonous, and there will be side effects after taking the medicine. As for The side effects vary from person to person, some are nausea and headache, some are abdominal cramps. The side effects don’t last too long, about a few hours, just bear it. I need to check you again tomorrow, if the fever persists If you don’t return it, I will give you a try with other medicines.”

"If you want to get better, you must take medicine, don't forget." 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 officer raised the fireplace at this time, intending to let the prisoner live here today.

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

Even if there is no chance to torture him now, he still has a way to make it difficult for him.

The medicine he gave him just now was also for reducing fever, but this medicine was specially made by him to punish prisoners who disobeyed discipline. After taking it, his body would produce severe abdominal pain.

The pain was similar to that of craniocerebral fracture and lasted about four hours, but it was not life-threatening.

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

Under Ti Jia's watchful eyes, the guard moved swiftly, and quickly set up the fireplace and left the room.

The charcoal is special charcoal, without the choking smell of soot.

A fire was stuffed with charcoal that would burn all day long. After the people in the room left one after another, Dijia glanced at the young man who wrapped himself in a ball and curled up on the bed: "Still cold?"

The young man snorted, and didn't say it was cold or not.

The man wasn't angry when he didn't get an answer. He picked up the scattered coat 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 it's because you're scared?"

Only then did the young man get his head out of the soft quilt, his fluffy hair was scattered on the pillow, and he only stared at Di Jia with a pair of 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 dragged him out of the quilt.

The faces of the two were almost touching, and Di Jia's cold eyes looked directly at the young man, "No one can leave that room completely except me. I advise you to recruit quickly, because your illness Once it's done, I'll bring you into that room again, and then it won't be a simple introduction, you should be very clear about what will happen."

"Don't try to delay your recovery by not taking medicine. I will stare at you and take the medicine. Don't try to pretend to be sick. Your disguise can't escape my eyes. The faster you get better, the sooner our game will start. The man paused, "Or, while I'm still patient, 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 prisoner is really not me."

The man didn't continue to tangle with him, he threw the young man into the quilt, strode to the sofa without looking back, "Close your eyes and sleep."

Bai Lixin pulled the quilt and wrapped her head completely, turned over and stopped talking to the man.

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

Bai Lixin froze, and angrily pulled down the quilt with his feet, exposing his head.

...

When Bai Lixin woke up again, it didn't know when it was snowing outside again.

This snow was heavier than the snow in the morning, and the flying goose feathers fell, and the snow on the ground seemed to reach the window.

It was getting dark outside, almost dusk.

Bai Lixin didn't wake up naturally, he was pushed awake.

The one who got him up was none other than the one who threw him onto the bed and kept his head covered.

The visibility outside was already very low, the lights in the room were not turned on, and it was pitch black. When Bai Lixin looked up, he could only see a dark figure standing by the bed, with a pair of eyes emitting a cold light in the darkness.

Bai Lixin wiped the sweat from his forehead: "What are you doing?"

It looked cold outside, but the room was warm.

The charcoal fire in the fireplace is blazing, dispelling the cold in the room and making it the warmest haven.

It was so warm that Bailixin was sweating.

Di Jia raised his hand and touched Bai Lixin's forehead, "It's not so hot anymore, get up and eat something, drink the medicine before going to bed."

Bai Lixin sat up, only to find that the prison clothes on his body were soaked in sweat, and it was very uncomfortable to stick to himself. He tugged at the neckline, "I'll take a shower first, I'm sweating all over."

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

Although a little reluctant, Bai Lixin didn't know what to do, "Okay then, wash it tomorrow."

A big hand covered Baili Xin's eyes without warning. That person's skin was very cold, as if he had soaked in a cold pool. Even though the temperature in the room was already very high, this person's temperature was still frighteningly cold.

Bai Lixin was wondering why Ti Jia had to cover his eyes, and then he vaguely saw some light from the exposed fingers of the other party.

After a few seconds, the opponent's hand slowly moved away, letting go of the young man.

"Come and eat." The man threw down a short sentence, turned and walked towards the sofa.

Bai Lixin looked at the man's tall and straight back, then looked at the light above his head, and asked Chi Chi: "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 didn't admit it or deny it, but he just urged him again: "I seem to be repeating my words for the second time today. Whether it's you or the doctor, they seem to be testing my bottom line."

When Bai Lixin heard the word "doctor", a certain radar in his brain froze instantly. He immediately got off the bed, walked to Di Jia and sat down, took a sip of the soup, and then asked tentatively: " Who is that doctor? He seems very powerful, and I see that the guards are also very respectful to him."

The man gave Bai Lixin a sideways look: "You still can't stop your mouth after eating? You can say something now, but when it's time to say it, don't say a word?"

Bai Lixin blinked: "How many times do you ask me to say, I really don't know where the kiss of the sun 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.

Bai Lixin didn't feel angry about Lao Gong thinking about it.

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

What made him uncomfortable was that the doctor secretly looked at Di Jia because he 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 soft on his enemies.

Not to mention the love rival who coveted his old Gong.

Know thyself, ever-victorious.

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

Once a perverted and paranoid person cannot get what he asks for, it is very likely that love will lead to hatred.

Di Jia: "This doctor is a prison doctor appointed here by the queen, and he has superb medical skills."

Bai Lixin listened carefully.

After several seconds, he wondered, "It's gone? That's it?"

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

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

Di Jia's eyebrows fell again, and his voice was a little cold unconsciously: "Is there a little more you want to know?"

"Why are you asking these questions?"

Bai Lixin: "I'm just curious. He looks out of place in this prison. It's more like saying that he is a court etiquette teacher, but he is actually a prison doctor here."

Di Jia pondered for two seconds before saying calmly: "I can't answer this question for you, and I don't know what his name is."

Bai Lixin: "..."

puff.

I can hear the guards calling him "Dr. Garner"!

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

Di Jia: "Doctor."

Bai Lixin: "."

Well done.

Lao Gong is really a good boyfriend of twenty-four filial piety, he feels so fucking safe.

another home is

Flies do not bite seamless eggs, his side is an impregnable city fortress.

Originally, I wanted to stage a show of chasing my husband, but now I can't fix myself.