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.
To be continued...