FRGL chapter 22

What kind of medical check-up requires waking up at 5:30 AM and leaving before six?

Answer: None.

By the time Luo Hai drove him to the hospital, it was just past 6:30 AM. The hospital entrance was nearly deserted, with only a few people gathered around breakfast food trucks. There was no sign of a prisoner check-up group.

Luo Hai glanced at his watch. “The check-up starts at eight. We have an hour and a half. Let’s wait here for a while.”

“A while?” Eugene looked incredulous. “If the check-up is at eight, why did you drag me out at six-thirty?”

“Arriving early never hurts. What if we ran into traffic?” Luo Hai replied nonchalantly. “I’m thorough in my work. Always prepared.”

With that, he pulled a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, cuffed one end to Eugene’s wrist, and clicked the other end onto the metal railing nearby.

Then he leaned against the car door, relaxed, and started scrolling on his phone.

The early autumn morning wind cut through Eugene’s thin prison uniform, making him shiver. He could only stand by the railing, arms crossed, looking like an abandoned dog.

Though there weren’t many pedestrians, people were still coming and going from the hospital. Every passerby shot him curious glances, and some even took out their phones to snap pictures.

A few bold young women even walked up to talk to him.

“Are you guys filming a movie?”

“Are you a real prisoner or just acting?”

“Is this cosplay?”

Eugene forced a stiff smile. “No. No cosplay.”

After enduring an hour and a half of public scrutiny, the prison transport finally arrived at the hospital.

Eugene had never felt so grateful for the prison and his fellow inmates. When the other prisoners got off the bus, along with the strict prison guards, he finally looked like a criminal instead of a lunatic chained to a hospital gate.

But clearly, Luo Hai wasn’t done having fun at his expense.

After finishing the routine check-up, Eugene was about to move forward when the guards yanked him out of the line and pointed to a different door. “Prosecutor Luo Hai says you have to go in there.”

Eugene looked up. The sign on the door read: High-Risk Infectious Disease Examination Area.

“What?” Eugene turned to the guard in shock.

A high-risk infectious disease check? He had been with Luo Hai almost every day—where would he have caught a high-risk disease?

Luo Hai, still dressed in his perfectly pressed suit and neatly tied tie, had an unmistakable glint of amusement in his dark eyes. “Since you finally have a medical check-up, we might as well be thorough. These extra tests are covered by the government—consider it a bonus, Oddis.”

Before Eugene could protest, the guards shoved him into the room.

Unlike regular check-ups, high-risk disease screenings were anything but friendly. Everyone knew what kind of crimes the prisoners in this room had committed, so no one treated them kindly. To the doctors here, prisoners were no different from diseased livestock.

The first thing Eugene had to do was strip completely—underwear included—before being subjected to various examinations. After each test, he was blasted with high-pressure cold water jets against the wall.

And Luo Hai just stood a few steps away, watching the entire process with a faint smile, his polished shoes remaining perfectly dry.

After the final rinse, Eugene shook his hair to get rid of the excess water, but droplets kept dripping down. Suppressing his anger, he glared at Luo Hai. “Seriously? Was this necessary?”

Luo Hai narrowed his eyes. “Like I said, a check-up should be as thorough as possible.”

“Fine.” Eugene spat out some water and smirked sarcastically. “So now you know—I don’t have any infectious diseases, no STDs, no HIV, not even a common cold. Satisfied?”

The prison guards and medical staff couldn’t help but chuckle.

They had all heard about Prosecutor Luo Hai taking a prisoner out of the facility. It wasn’t unheard of, but… each prosecutor had their own preferences. Who were they to judge?

After all, judging from his physique, muscles, and that particular area, this Alpha criminal did seem to have something going for him.

Faced with Eugene’s retort, Luo Hai didn’t respond. He simply stared coldly at the Alpha with those deep, black eyes.

A few seconds later, he turned to the doctor beside him and asked, “Has he undergone a prostate exam?”

Eugene’s taunting smile froze on his face.

The doctor flipped through the medical records. “No, he hasn’t.”

“Since he’s already stripped down, why waste the opportunity?” Luo Hai said indifferently.

Eugene’s breathing tensed, and he let out a dry laugh. “Come on, there’s really no need for that. My prostate is perfectly healthy, I’m quite confident about that—”

“How can we be sure without checking?” Luo Hai said matter-of-factly. “Take him for the exam.”

…

Amidst struggling and screams, Eugene finally completed every single part of the prisoner’s medical examination.

He was absolutely certain that if not for biological limitations, Luo Hai would have forced him to undergo a full set of gynecological exams as well.

By the time all the prisoners had finished their check-ups and boarded the transport vehicle, Eugene was the last to walk out of the hospital.

Luo Hai had never been more than two meters away from him throughout the entire process, watching him go through every single test. Now, he held the other end of the handcuffs, leading him forward like he was walking a golden retriever on a leash.

Eugene gave him a forced smile. “Satisfied now?”

“It’s not bad,” Luo Hai replied, his expression unchanged, though a hint of amusement flickered in his eyes.

“You should know,” Eugene lowered his voice, “no matter what kind of tricks you come up with to torment me, I’m not going to change my testimony.”

“Torment?” Luo Hai chuckled softly. “How can you call this torment? I simply pulled some strings to get you a free, full-package prisoner medical exam.”

“I completely believe your testimony,” he continued, his tone light but his eyes sharp. “I believe that you went through all that trouble just to get yourself caught because you miss me so much—love me so much—that you simply couldn’t bear to be apart from me for even a second.

“I understand.

“I believe you completely.”

Eugene’s forced smile lingered on his face, gradually turning into a gritted-teeth grin.

“Get in the car.” Luo Hai unlocked his handcuffs and gave him a push from behind, his expression blank. “You still have a full day of ideological education classes ahead of you.”

After all the prisoners had boarded, Luo Hai was the last to get on.

The bus doors slowly closed behind him. Standing tall, his sharp suit accentuated his long, lean figure almost perfectly. His cold, piercing gaze swept over the prisoners before resting on Eugene for a few extra seconds.

Under Luo Hai’s scrutiny, Eugene slowly sat down in the only available seat on the bus, all while enduring the stares of every other prisoner.

Just over a week after being released, Luo Hai had once again made him feel—clear as day—the stark disparity in status between a prosecutor and a prisoner.

A demonstration, a warning, or perhaps just another move on the chessboard.

The bus carried the prisoners back to the facility, where they were herded into a lecture hall like livestock for a long, so-called ideological education session.

For most of the inmates, many of whom had never even attended school, these hours were nothing short of torture.

The lessons were monotonous and dry, with words like “morality,” “kindness,” and “lawfulness” flashing repeatedly on the screen. The lecturer’s voice was as dull as plain water, lulling everyone into drowsiness. Yet, guards patrolled the room constantly, and anyone caught nodding off was met with a swift strike from a baton.

The class dragged on from ten in the morning until five in the afternoon, with only a few short minutes allowed for meals and restroom breaks.

Eugene was assigned a seat in the front row, directly under the lecturer’s nose. Any sign of dozing off or zoning out was immediately noticed, and he was called upon in nearly every session to recite parts of the lesson.

“I pledge to abide by laws and regulations, respect public morals, strive to reform myself, and become a citizen beneficial to society…”

“Social norms are the standards of individual behavior within society. A well-established system of social norms is a key indicator of civilization and progress…”

“There is nothing more corrupting to morality than money and power…”

By the end of it, even the most unruly criminals looked utterly defeated, their arrogance completely drained. A towering gangster, standing at 2.3 meters tall and built like a fortress, sat hunched over his book like a pitiful schoolboy.

Just as the prisoners sat, eyes glazed over, expressions vacant from the six-hour brainwashing session, Luo Hai stepped onto the podium and calmly surveyed the room.

Having just undergone a grueling lecture on morality and law, the prisoners were even more susceptible to his presence. With a casual flick of his wrist, Luo Hai tossed the previous lecturer’s textbook aside, the noise sharp but not loud.

Even so, that single sound was enough to make every prisoner instinctively flinch, shrinking back to avoid his gaze.

All except Eugene. He remained still, staring straight into Luo Hai’s eyes, like the most eager student in the class.

Amidst the silence, Luo Hai finally spoke, his voice steady. “It’s been a long session. After listening to my speech, you’ll be free to return to your cells.”

A wave of relief swept through the room. No one had ever imagined that returning to their cells could sound so welcoming.

“But before I begin, I have a question for you all.” Luo Hai’s tone remained even. “After all these hours of lessons, tell me—what do you think is the reason you ended up here?”