It was a dark uniform jacket, with the cuffs slightly damp, leaving a wet mark.
“Drink this,” Nave handed him the cup, using a tone usually reserved for comforting children. “Watch your diet; your health doesn’t seem great.”
Yan Chuan glanced at his somewhat loose cuffs and obediently drank the medicine. “Hmm.”
He was already deep in a script, and it was a prison script at that; how could he possibly follow medical advice and eat well?
Yan Chuan’s compliant action clearly pleased Nave. The blond, blue-eyed doctor smiled and commented, “Very well-behaved.”
【This doctor seems a bit mischievous】
【Poor Yan Bao just entered the script and already has a fever, Mommy give him a kiss】
【So the one who was just holding his wife is one of the bad men? Should the wife give back her clothes later?】
【Counted it out; three husbands have appeared so far (dog emoji)】
Yan Chuan paused, returning the empty glass to Nave to show that he had finished drinking.
Nave seemed to genuinely see him as a child; he even pulled out a colorful candy from somewhere.
Yan Chuan hesitated, looking at the candy that was handed to him.
It was a tiny piece, wrapped in thin, colorful paper that shimmered like a rainbow under the light.
“I’m over twenty,” he suspected that the doctor had misjudged his age and emphasized, “I don’t eat candy.”
“Okay then,” Nave smiled, putting the candy back into his pocket and politely apologizing. “You look quite young, I guessed you were only in your teens.”
Well, perhaps it’s a bit challenging for Caucasians to judge their age.
But that wasn’t what Yan Chuan was concerned about; he shook his head to indicate that it didn’t matter to him.
What he needed to focus on was where to go now that he was in prison.
“Where am I supposed to go now?” Yan Chuan hesitated; he was already behind schedule from the earlier check-up and was still lingering in the examination room. “How do I get there?”
He had no idea about the layout of the prison, and once he went out, no one would probably care where he went.
Nave pulled out a bag from the table. “Well, I’ll have a guard take you there shortly.”
“This is what you need to wear,” Nave took out a blue and white prison outfit from the bag. “Once you put it on, they will take you.”
Yan Chuan received the blue and white prison uniform, which looked to be made of very low-quality and rough fabric.
“And this,” Nave picked up something resembling a badge, which was designed to stick to clothing: “A specialty of Confinement Island Prison.”
The badge he gave to Yan Chuan had a large “F” printed on it.
A specialty of Confinement Island Prison?
Yan Chuan recalled that he had indeed heard something similar when he first entered the script.
Criminals in Confinement Island Prison were ranked based on their strength, graded from A to F. In a sense, the prison’s ranking system also determined the inmates’ status.
Yan Chuan received the F grade.
That meant the lowest level, where everyone in the prison could bully him.
As expected.
Yan Chuan lowered his eyelids, accepting the badge from Nave’s hand and affixing the symbol of the lowest level onto the blue and white prison outfit.
However, Nave spoke up.
He frowned, his expression slightly worried. “Your condition seems not so good.”
The doctor’s words were indirect, but Yan Chuan understood what he meant.
Moreover, his condition was indeed poor, even quite terrible.
He had been sent to the examination room upon entering the script due to a fever, being too thin and frail. With his delicate, beautiful East Asian appearance, he looked underage.
It was no surprise that in Confinement Island Prison, he received the lowest F rating.
This situation was undoubtedly the worst in Confinement Island Prison.
A beautiful, slender East Asian beauty appeared in a prison filled with vicious criminals, lacking even the ability to protect himself.
The outcome of his time in prison was clear.
Either he would be targeted and tortured, or he would have to latch onto someone powerful, becoming a parasite that clung to another’s side.
Or he could seek the help of another person—
“If you need help,” Nave said at the right moment, his tone gentle, “you can come to me.”
The delicate and fragile East Asian beauty furrowed his delicate brows, revealing a confused expression.
“Is that really okay…?”
Nave smiled, giving a positive response. “I’m the doctor here and have been around for a long time. My signed sick leave can help you avoid some trouble, such as work and stuff.”
【I feel like he’s up to no good】
【My wife is bullied by others and can only seek your help; I guess she’ll have to agree to anything, right?】
【Crying, I’m a medical student, and if my wife comes into my arms, I’ll protect you!】
【The fabric of the clothes is so rough… will my wife get hurt wearing it? Crying, wear my clothes!】
【In this script, my wife has to live in prison; it must be in a multi-person room, so worrisome…】
Yan Chuan blinked. “Really?”
Nave stood before him, the smile on his lips deepening. “Of course.”
The slender and beautiful East Asian beauty, at a loss, lowered his eyelids, feeling a bit shy. “Why do you want to help me?”
His shoulder-length black hair fell down, covering his pale cheeks, and his lips were tightly pressed.
Nave smiled.
“Because I have a very good impression of you,” he spoke frankly. “I think you shouldn’t be in a place like this… By the way, what did you come here for?”
Yan Chuan paused. “Theft.”
“Theft?” Nave slightly raised his voice, a hint of amusement in it. “If it was just theft, it doesn’t seem too serious.”
Yan Chuan added, “I stole a diamond necklace; it was very expensive, and it was damaged in my possession.”
This was the character setting the script had arranged for him.
The timid, technically incompetent little thief who, under the provocation of others, brazenly stole a precious gem and was quickly caught by the police, losing track of the jewelry altogether.
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